Dedicated to the unfathomable gold master

46

Zheng He yawned a lot, staring at the beautiful fried eggs on the pan with distracted eyes.

Yes, he is making breakfast for Mr. Bai.

It is said that the early bird gets the worm, so what is he?After the worm is eaten by the bird, return it to the bird for food?

"Did you make this for me?"

Encircling Zheng He with his hands, he neatly put the fried egg on the plate: "Yes."

The person behind him let go, and Mr. Bai said, "Sorry, I don't have the habit of eating breakfast. You can eat it, I'm leaving." Zheng He turned and left after he finished speaking. Put on a sluggish look.

"Mr. Bai, wait a moment." Zheng He chased out the door, and Mr. Bai was going down the stairs. His tall and straight figure seemed out of place with the dilapidated building.

Mr. Bai asked: "Zheng He, what's wrong with you?"

Zheng He shook his head and waved his hands: "It's okay, be careful all the way."

Mr. Bai nodded with a smile and left.

After closing the door, Zheng He leaned forward.Just now, he discovered that Mr. Bai wouldn't call him 'baby' unless he was in bed. Is this a habit or...?Forget it!He reminded himself: Zheng He, you are no longer a child, and Mr. Bai is not someone you can be emotional with!

Back in the kitchen, Zheng He ate the prepared fried eggs, toast, and coffee in three or five mouthfuls, and went to pack his clothes and get ready to go to work.

Fortunately, breakfast is only for one person.

47

Zheng He walked into the branch, opened the workshop, picked up the cosmetic bag and gave a pause—"Sister Fang, why are you here?"

Sitting on the chair facing the door, Sister Fang looked uneasy.

"Zheng He, were you okay yesterday?"

"Well, it's not bad, but I didn't sleep well."

Sister Fang let out a sigh of relief, with a smile on her face: "That's good, I'm leaving, you should pay more attention these few days."

"Sister Fang."

"Ok?"

"You gave Boss Bai my address, right?"

Sister Fang obviously paused, and said hesitantly: "What is your relationship with him...? He came to the company yesterday. By the way, do you still want to go back to the company?"

Zheng He smiled, "What? You want me to trap Boss Bai and attract investment for the company?"

"You just understand."

"Sorry, I don't want to understand."

Sister Fang copied the next string of numbers and said, "Your ID card is still with me. I will open an account for you. There are 30 in it. Go and get it."

Zheng He was slightly angry: "Sister Fang, we have known each other for so many years, you will not hurt me behind the scenes, right? I can't afford to provoke someone like Mr. Bai, and I don't want to be an actor anymore. Can you let me live in peace?"

"I think so too, but no one gives me a good life."

"You take the money, it has nothing to do with whether you go back to the company or not."

"Think about it, I beg you, Sister Fang."

After leaving these three sentences, Sister Fang pressed a small bag on the note with numbers, turned and left.

Zheng He sat down on a chair and opened the small bag: inside were his ID card, household registration book, and passport.

48

The electronic music was explosive and crazy, and there was a sound of teasing and banter coming from the corner music. Zheng He was sitting in the GayBar, drinking wine depressedly.

Zheng He found that his future was going into a bottomless darkness, rough and difficult, and he really regretted how he was so obsessed with wanting to be an actor who relied on his body.

He slammed down a glass of strong wine, the cold liquid turned into a stream of heat and slid into his stomach, feeling happy.

Patting him on the back with both hands, Zheng He thought that someone had taken a fancy to him, and didn't intend to turn his head back. The man said: "Mr. Bai asked me to remind you that it's time to go home."

Zheng He's head buzzed, and it took him a few seconds to react. He turned around suddenly, and the men and men behind him were chattering wildly, and there was no one out of place.

this day!There's no fucking way!

The bartender wiped the glass and asked Zheng He, "Do you need anything else?"

Zheng He drank the last dregs in his wine glass: "Forget it, I should go home."

The bartender frowned suspiciously, then smiled: "It's still early."

Zheng He smiled bitterly: "It's getting late."

Walking out of the bar, a Rolls Royce was parked at the entrance of the alley.

The bodyguard in black opened the car door and said, "Mr. Zheng, please come in."

Looking in from the outside, Zheng He saw that the person sitting upright in the back seat was the person who tormented him all day!

49

"Mr. Bai." Zheng He got into the car, and said to the bodyguard next to the car: "Don't close the door, and don't drive."

Mr. Bai took out a cigar from the box and was about to cut it when Zheng He suddenly said, "Don't smoke it! Smoking this kind of thing in the car can cause an explosion!"

"Okay," Mr. Bai was startled, put down his cigar, and said, "But the exchange is: I also hope you don't come to this kind of place in the future, is that okay?"

Zheng He realized that Mr. Bai's tone was intended to develop for a long time, which made him feel panicked.He swallowed his saliva and said, "Mr. Bai... I'm not an actor anymore, and I don't intend to have that kind of relationship with you. You see that you are handsome and rich, so there's no need to fall in love with me, right?"

Mr. Bai nodded: "yes, I don't like you."

"Then you are?"

Mr. Bai smiled slightly.Zheng He was shocked to find that Mr. Bai's face was unexpectedly sexy with this kind of smile.

Mr. Bai's hands seemed to be inadvertently placed behind Zheng He's buttocks, and he rubbed them fiercely. He leaned over, with the weight of his whole body on Zheng He's body. Zheng He's ears felt warm, which was the temperature of Mr. Bai's exhalation.

He said: "I don't like you, but you tempt me here anytime and anywhere. You say, what should I do?"

Zheng He was about to cry.Your butt is round and upturned, do you still blame me?

"Baby..." Mr. Bai continued: "I've always wanted to try it, this car is very big..."

Zheng He was pushed down on the seat by Mr. Bai, his mechanical eyes swept over the bodyguards outside the car and in the front seat, and suddenly remembered something and struggled violently: "Let me go! Let go!"

Mr. Bai's face darkened, and he quickly took off Zheng He's black silk underwear that barely covered half of his buttocks. His eyes became deeper, and he bent down to place a soft kiss on it: "I can't put it down..."

"Let go of me quickly!" Zheng He exerted all his strength, and Mr. Bai could hardly hold him down.

Mr. Bai let go of his hand, and slapped Zheng He's face with a gloomy and scary face: "You want to escape?"

Zheng He was knocked out, and after realizing the state of the two of them and Mr. Bai's complexion, he said timidly: "No... I was too anxious at the bar just now, and I left... my wallet."

……

Mr. Bai let out a snort, unable to contain his joy.

Fifty

Zheng He could vaguely feel that Mr. Bai was not only doing serious business, so when Mr. Bai told him to return to the company, Zheng He quit his low-level job the next day.

Abei bid farewell with snot and tears, and said, "Come back when you can't get along in the future. As long as my photo studio doesn't close down, I will always reserve a seat for you!"

Zheng He was also a little sad, he really liked the branches.

After leaving the photo studio, before walking a few steps, I met the two old men from that day: "Momo, KUY, are you here to pick up the photos?"

Momo laughed happily: "Yes, you have to go to work so early?"

"I just quit my job."

"Huh? Did Abe mistreat you? I'll seek justice for you!" Momo was indignant, and pulled Zheng He to go back.

Zheng He's enthusiasm for Momo was really overwhelming. Fortunately, KUY hugged Momo and said coldly: "Don't make trouble. Do you have a new job? I can introduce you to the job of a makeup artist in my group."

Zheng He realized that he was talking to himself in the second sentence, and replied with a smile: "Well, don't worry, go back to work at the old employer, and know the way."

"By the way! Let's exchange phone numbers!" Momo suggested.

The three of them took out their mobile phones one after another. Zheng He lowered his head to record the number and asked, "Are you two together?"

Momo hugged KUY's arm, with a happy expression on her face: "Well~ we are the happiest comrades!"

KUY lowered his head and kissed Momo's forehead lightly.

Momo smiled and asked, "Do you mind?"

"Mind what? Oh...it's okay, me too."

"...What?" Momo turned pale in shock, "You too?! Aren't you a makeup artist?"

Who stipulates that makeup artists cannot be gay?Zheng He couldn't understand what Momo was thinking.