Dedicated to the unfathomable gold master

Chapter 11

71

Zheng He's original wish to hold a Christmas party in his apartment was shattered due to practical problems.

But the real problem is: Mr. Bai made a phone call to the company, and the upper management directly gave Zheng He three days off to serve Uncle Bai with pay.

Accompanying Mr. Bai to buy things in the crowded department store, Zheng He shook his head: "Tsk tsk, as a bourgeois with young roots, why do you have to bring me to buy things?"

Picking up the gift, Mr. Bai said, "This is fun, and you'll understand it when you're my age."

Zheng He joked: "Is it fun to buy things with a male lover?"

Mr. Bai nodded and said, "Enjoying shopping among the crowd is the key point, and you are piggybacking on it."

Zheng He rolled his eyes, suddenly snatched the shopping cart from Mr. Bai's hand, turned around and ran away.

"Zheng He? Where are you going?"

Zheng He didn't answer, but ran even faster.

"Zheng He, stop!" Mr. Bai chased after him.

Zheng He turned his head and made a grimace, without slowing down at all.

So, in the lively department store, everyone watched a normal-looking young man running wildly pushing a shopping cart, while another handsome and tall man was closely chasing after him.

Zheng He ran up and down in front, very happy.How many times in my life can I play tricks on Mr. Bai?Simply die without regret.

"Security! The guy in front robbed me!"

Zheng He felt bad and turned around.

really!Mr. Bai turned his head to look to the side, his finger was pointing at himself, and the security guard at the side had already quickly approached him...

"Bai En! You are despicable!"

Mr. Bai smiled contentedly.

72

Christmas day.

"You are my heart, you are my liver..."

The clichéd alarm bell rang through the silent room. Zheng He squinted his eyes, stretched his arms and slapped it hard, the alarm bell fell to the ground, and the singing continued.

Mr. Bai was woken up, groped to find the alarm, turned it off, turned over and hugged Zheng He, and asked, "When did you change the alarm?"

Zheng He arched into Mr. Bai's arms, his voice was troubled: "Last night...by the way, you go and get ready."

"what to prepare?"

"Today is Christmas..."

Mr. Bai stayed still on the bed, Zheng He kicked him, his strength was useless, and he slammed his head on the bedside table, and immediately woke up from the pain.Mr. Bai rubbed his forehead helplessly, and kissed him: "Does it still hurt?"

Zheng He's tone was not good: "I'll let you hit it and try it, and you'll know if it hurts... Really, why buy such a hard bedside table?" After speaking, he clenched his fist and smashed it, and with a thud, Zheng He covered his hand He fell on the bed, gasping for air in pain.

Mr. Bai smiled freely, and he liked this treasure more and more: "Actually, the reason why I bought this bedside table is very simple."

Zheng He had an intuition that there was nothing good to say, so he covered himself with a quilt and wanted to continue sleeping.

Mr. Bai lifted the quilt from Zheng He's head, and said: "This bed is custom-made, and there are twelve parts including the bedside table. I asked about it at the time, and this one is the strongest among all the beds, baby..." Mr. Bai put his hand into it. In Zheng He's pajamas: "Didn't you try it too?"

Zheng He was very troubled, and desperately tugged at his pajamas: "Brother Bai, Uncle Bai, aren't you very busy this Christmas? Can we take a day off?"

Mr. Bai shook his head cheerfully.

Covering his face, Zheng He suddenly stood up and took off his pajamas, muttering, "Come on! I'll be possessed by sperm every day when you see me, and sooner or later your kidneys will fail! Come on! If you have the guts, go to the battlefield with a gun!"

……

Three hours later, a refreshed Mr. Bai carried Zheng He into the bathroom.

Zheng He's eyes were dull, and the corners of his mouth were drooling.

It turns out that Mr. Bai is very kind.

73

Zheng He has a problem, which has troubled him for a long time——

"Mr. Bai, are you a mixed race?"

Mr. Bai was driving Zheng He to his villa in the suburbs, when he heard this, he nodded: "Well, what's the matter?"

"What kind of mixed blood are you with the Chinese?"

Mr. Bai frowned and thought: "I'm not very clear, my father is a Chinese-Japanese mixed race, and my mother is a Russian-Australian mixed race. Going back further, my grandma has one-third of Portuguese blood, and my grandfather is of Austrian blood." The crystallization of the combination of man and Chinese."

Depend on.

Zheng He was deeply shocked.What a complicated blood relationship.

"It seems that your mother is more pure race."

After hearing Zheng He's words, Mr. Bai smiled slightly: "My maternal grandfather and grandmother are both Australians. My mother said that she has blood from at least twelve countries."

74

The three-story white bungalow, the huge fountain glistens in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Zheng He circled around the fountain, wondering why the water in the fountain could still flow on such a cold day.

"He's in the house." Mr. Bai called him.

"Wait a minute." Zheng He took off his gloves and put his hands in the pool...

The water turned out to be warm!

Zheng He deeply resented the vain world of the capitalists, thinking that his nose would runny from the cold at home, and he would hesitate to turn on the hot water. Mr. Bai's place was so wasteful.

Pushing open the door, the villa has been decorated by the servants. Mr. Bai turned his head to talk to a man who looked like a butler. Zheng He gestured to him to go upstairs.

"What are you going to do?" Mr. Bai asked.

"Change your clothes, is the suit I put you here before in your room?"

"I don't know, you can look for it."

Zheng He turned and went upstairs, and Mr. Bai behind him said, "By the way, Bai Zerun is also up there."

In fact, Zheng He's real purpose of going upstairs was not to change clothes, but to give Mr. Bai a Christmas present in his arms.

Putting the gift box on the bed, Zheng He opened the closet to take off his clothes, and suddenly heard the sound of the door opening quietly.Without looking back, he took out the clothes hanging in the cabinet and changed into them.

"Cough cough."

Zheng He buttoned the last button and asked, "What's wrong with you? Have a cold?"

No one answered.

Zheng He adjusted his collar in front of the mirror, remembering that Mr. Bai hugged himself and ran to the bathroom to enjoy the mandarin duck bath this morning, and his tone was a bit complaining: "Who made you go crazy in the bathroom early in the morning? I told you that you would catch a cold. You deserve it. My There is cold medicine in the bag, go downstairs and take it."

"You... how do you know that I played in the water in the morning?!" The boy's voice was green and low, full of doubts. Zheng He turned his head and was surprised to see a red-haired and blue-eyed foreign youth standing behind him.

"Are you Bai Zerun?" Zheng He asked.

Bai Zerun brushed his hair: "I prefer to be called Calky, are you an actor that the old man keeps?"

Zheng He found Bai Zerun's flirtatious appearance very familiar... I remembered that the young man who was locked in the toilet because there was no toilet paper was exactly like him.

75

Every calm person has a friend who is crazy, and Zheng He found this saying to be true.

09:30 p.m.The Christmas party has officially begun.

The friends invited by Mr. Bai arrived one after another, and Zheng He followed behind him.

"This is Wang Shuhua, my friend. Ah He..." Mr. Bai introduced, and Zheng He stepped forward with a smile.

Wang Shuhua was dressed in a black suit, leading four or five tall men in the same black suits and wearing sunglasses behind him. At first glance, he was not a good person. Zheng He had heard about his deeds, but he did not expect Mr. Bai to become friends with this kind of scum. Look at them more often.

"Hey, this is the person you took away from the last party, right? Where do you keep it?" Wang Shuhua took off her sunglasses and looked at Zheng He.

Zheng He smiled very politely, as if he didn't hear the other party's provocation: "Hello, Mr. Wang, I'm Zheng He."

"Oh, look at his appearance, Lao Bai, he is not as good-looking as you. We have known each other for so many years, and this is the first time I noticed that you have a unique vision."

Zheng He grabbed Wang Shuhua's hand, squeezed it hard a few times, and let it go: "Please give me more advice in the future."

Wang Shuhua was still yelling: "Look, how strong he is, it hurts my hand from holding it, Lao Bai..."

Mr. Bai interrupted him: "Shu Hua, we'll talk about our matter later, you go in first."

"Hey, hey! Lao Bai, we've known each other for so many years, you can't just forget your friends."

Zheng He couldn't hold back his smile, and he asked, "Mr. Wang, do you dislike me?"

"Yup."

"why?"

Wang Shuhua pointed at Zheng He's face: "Because you are not worthy of Lao Bai."

Zheng He snorted coldly, sarcastically: "You care so much about Mr. Bai, so could it be that you like him?"

Wang Shuhua said frankly, "Yes, I love him."

Zheng He was dumbfounded.

Mr. Bai put his arms around Wang Shuhua's shoulders, and said with a smile, "Shu Hua, don't get twitchy, get out."

"Old Bai, we have been together for so many years, you can't..." Wang Shuhua was still dying, and the bodyguards behind him had already half pushed and half pulled him away.

Mr. Bai breathed a sigh of relief, patted Zheng He on the shoulder, and said, "Don't talk to him."