Beginning without end

Song Bai doesn't look like a boy in the east of the north, he is not tall, his bones are thin, his head is lowered, and a little redness spreads from the earlobe to his neck. He is very white, and the redness is extremely eye-catching in an instant.

Ji Suiyun's eyes stopped for a few seconds from Song Bai's neck and waist, and there was some vague appreciation in his eyes.But he didn't say anything, and his eyes naturally moved away.Restrained and gentlemanly.

"Let's go." He stretched out his hand to beckon the girl to come over, with some sternness in his brows and eyes: "Don't run around by yourself again."

Song Bai hurriedly said: "The little girl's skirt is dirty, you can see how much it is, if I pay for the dry cleaning..."

"No, it's no big deal." Ji Suiyun's tone was very gentle and calm, the kind of indifference naturally revealed by a person who has been in a high position for a long time, but a little embarrassing: "It's nothing, let's go first. "

After Song Bai thanked them again, he held the bag tightly and trot away after watching them turn around.

He patted his heart, feeling that he was under a lot of mental pressure.

After Song Bai found the restaurant and went in, he realized that his colleagues were more active than the other, and they were all here.

"So slow, Song Bai, aren't you active in eating?" A colleague greeted him with a smile.

"I just looked down at my phone and bumped into a little girl..." Song Bai looked depressed.

"Hahaha, think about it carefully. After all, you bumped into a little girl. If you bump into an old lady, I guess you won't be able to survive."

Song Bai just laughed and didn't speak, he poured himself a glass of mango juice and drank more than half of it in one gulp to calm himself down.

"Hey, my little brother, you can't do this. Will you still eat vegetables after drinking enough water?" Li Yang slapped Song Bai on the shoulder, almost making Song Bai spit out the juice again.

"Then I won't drink anymore," Song Bai hurriedly put down his cup: "Hurry up, order, how many prawns can I order?"

"Hahaha it's on, it's going to be great tonight!"

A group of colleagues in the south always felt brainwashed when they heard their chatter, and wanted to follow suit.

Lu Fucheng also accompanied Song Bai and Li Yang to dinner, and when he returned home, he squeezed Song Bai's little finger to persuade him: "Baby, you must speak Mandarin in the future."

Song Bai may be too familiar with Li Yang and relax too much. Naturally, he does what he feels comfortable with, and he still has rules with others.

He was half full before he remembered that he didn't reply to Lu Fucheng's WeChat.

After clicking it, I saw that Lu Fucheng had already sent several messages.Maybe it was because he was afraid that asking too much would upset Song Bai, these text messages were to tell him to be careful when going home at night, not to drink, and to make phone calls if something happened.

Song Bai picked up his mobile phone and took a short video to send to Lu Fucheng before he ate down.This time, it seems that I have a bottom in my heart.

When the meal was almost finished, Li Yang clinked glasses with Song Bai in embarrassment, his words flickering: "Well... don't you have any plans for the holidays?"

Song Bai touched him, and it was a big blessing, his cheeks bulged up: "It's okay, what's the matter?"

"Our store was cleaned up very quickly, and the boss thought... It would be great if you could go to work earlier."

Song Bai choked and coughed until he burst into tears. The colleagues around him hurriedly handed him juice for Shun Shun.

It took Song Bai a long time to catch his breath, and complained with his mouth curled up, "So this is a Hongmen banquet today?"

Li Yang patted him on the head: "The salary is tripled during the holidays, and the bonus is paid at the end of the month. If you don't do it anyway, someone else will do it."

"Damn! What is this? Don't talk about National Day. I love work so much. Even if it's Chinese New Year, I have to do my best for my boss!"

"You must be poor." Li Yang smiled: "Then it's settled, come and report tomorrow afternoon."

Song Bai also laughed with everyone, but he always felt that he couldn't be happy.When he bothered to turn on his phone and found that there was no reply, his mood was extremely depressed.

However, this feeling of disappointment cannot completely change the small citizens in our country who are somewhat paranoid about the buffet and insist on eating back their money.Song Bai felt uncomfortable, and ate more than a dozen cheese prawns to vent his anger, and his stomach felt a little uncomfortable when the show ended.

Li Yang and the others had other activities, but Song Bai declined it without interest.He wanted to take a walk by himself to digest food. The breeze tonight was very comfortable, very light and gentle on his body.

In fact, Song Bai could completely refuse Li Yang's invitation to go to work early. He knows himself, and he is not an indispensable person in the store.Song Bai is the kind of strange person who is naturally indifferent to money and material desires. When he heard that the overtime pay doubled, his first thought was that Lu Fucheng's birthday is in November, and the price range of gifts that can be chosen is much wider.

He walked along the thin curb inside the side road, like a child, struggling to keep his balance. The warm yellow light came in from the gaps in the leaves of the plane trees, and the ground was golden in pieces.Song Bai stopped.

He looked up for a long time without blinking until his eyes were sore.Song Baicai took out his mobile phone and took a picture and sent it to Lu Fucheng.

"Look, the leaves of the sycamore tree under the street lamp are not beautiful."

Lu Fucheng's text message was replied quickly: "Have you finished your meal? Does it suit your taste?"

Of course Song Bai didn't dare to tell him that he couldn't make ends meet on a buffet, it was too embarrassing.Before I could figure out how to edit this text message, an invitation for a video call came from the other side.

Reflexively, Song Bai answered the call very quickly.

"Chagang?" Song Baixiao narrowed his eyes.

Lu Fucheng was in the studio, making video calls with Song Bai while working.He lowered his head and changed the drawings while responding in a low voice. With such a low-resolution camera, it doesn't look good to take pictures of anyone, but this man is doing this to save face. Song Bai looked at Lu Fucheng's hanging, long like insect wings The same eyelashes make my heart itch.

"Chengcheng...Look at me, I don't look as good as my blueprints." He opened his round eyes and acted like a baby to the camera. Song Bai's eyes are slightly round almond eyes, which usually look lacking in momentum, but when he acted like a baby, his lips were wet. Drowning in the water will drown people.

Lu Fucheng's paintbrush was placed on the table with a snap.He looked at Song Bai, and couldn't stop the softness in his eyes through the screen: "I'll take another look at you, why are there still drawings, isn't it all about you?"

Song Bai's mood completely improved.He took off the absolutely beautiful leaf that he thought was beautiful and showed it to Lu Fucheng: "Isn't it beautiful?"

"It's nice, but you should go home." Lu Fucheng saw the street behind Song Bai: "It's cool at night."

Song Bai obediently put the leaf into the Chinese cooking book he bought, and walked slowly with his mobile phone in his hand: "I'm going back. I'll cook you new dishes when you come back."

"...Chengcheng, kiss me."

Lu Fucheng was a little helpless, more because of the feeling in his heart that seemed to be lightly electrified by the most subtle thing in the world, and all the cells in his body were trembling, numb and soft.In fact, Song Bai often brings this feeling to him, and little things are his life.

"Dear, I love you, Abai."

Song Bai was still laughing after hanging up the call.Kicking and running towards the subway entrance.

"...Mr. Ji?" The female assistant in her 20s whispered in her ear.She was a little puzzled, what could make Ji Suiyun make such a distracted move.

He naturally withdrew his gaze, and adjusted his cuffs very calmly.He ignored the assistant, but turned his head and greeted in a calm tone: "Ji Suian, I don't have time to take care of you next week."

"I won't trouble you." Ji Suian hugged Ji Suiyun's waist without any fear: "Brother..."

Ji Suiyun pulled her hand out and handed it to the assistant.Ji Suian finally got anxious: "I celebrate my birthday next week..."

Ji Suiyun just slowed down, and Ji Suian rushed to the driver and ran over to the Maybach.Ji Suiyun had no choice but to acquiesce.

He opened the door and got into the car, Ji Suian smiled sweetly at him.

Ji Suiyun also thinks that the blood relationship is very strange, he is impatient to coax the children, he doesn't talk much coldly, but this little princess doesn't like anyone, she only clings to him.

"I just saw it." Ji Suian suppressed his voice and played tricks: "Are you looking at the brother who stained my clothes?"