Dedicated to the unfathomable gold master

Chapter 92

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Zheng He lost his temper with Mr. Bai.

There is no other reason, or the restaurant.

When Mr. Bai finished speaking, Zheng He walked towards the parking lot without saying a word, and he ignored him when he got home. He took the quilt and decided to go to the guest room to sleep. Mr. Bai paced behind him and also walked into the guest room.

Zheng He glared at Mr. Bai from behind, his face turned red: "Why are you following here? Get out!"

"Go out?" Mr. Bai tilted his head and looked at Zheng He for a while, then smiled and stretched out his hand to caress his exposed collarbone, his tone was soft, and the slightly protracted ending sound seemed to have a hint of temptation: "You are here, I naturally have to follow Oh..."

Zheng He didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, he took a deep breath, and said, "I sleep like a person today, and I will return the apartment you gave me before tomorrow, so you go out first, I want to be quiet."

Mr. Bai noticed that something was wrong with Zheng He, and frowned: "Didn't it be fine just now, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Zheng He turned his head sideways, unwilling to meet the man's gaze.

Mr. Bai pulled Zheng He to sit on the bedside, and the two of them stuck tightly together. Zheng He's hand hurt a little from his grip. He shook it, but gave up without shaking it.

"Baby, can you tell me something? How will I know if you don't tell me?"

"You really don't know?" Zheng He's tone was a little aggressive.

"Should I know something?" Mr. Bai's expression became cold.

It was only then that Zheng He realized that the man's hands were shaking all the time, and he didn't know when it started: "You——! Sigh, I'll get you medicine."

"Don't move!" Mr. Bai grabbed Zheng He who was about to stand up: "You tell me what happened first!"

Zheng He could see that the man really didn't know what he did wrong, and he regretted his reckless behavior, so he comforted him, "Let's talk after taking the medicine."

"Say it now!"

"Okay then," Zheng He didn't really believe in those medicines. After all, Mr. Bai's mental illness was psychological, so he sat back on the bed and said, "You should relax and tell me why you sent me to my apartment a few days ago. ?”

"...If you want to give it away, you don't like it?"

"What about today's matter? The restaurant is also what you want to give away? If... I mean, if I didn't marry you, or if I repented temporarily, would you still give me away?"

"Are you repenting?" Mr. Bai narrowed his eyes dangerously, his knife-like face looked terrifying like a ghost under the dim light yellow light.

Zheng He shrank his neck: "I mean if..."

"Huh...if." Mr. Bai didn't say anything more, and after a long time, he said, "Do you not like me giving you something?"

Zheng He looked at Mr. Bai carefully, wondering whether the man would get mad if he told the truth at this time. Mr. Bai could see what Zheng He was thinking at a glance, and said, "It's okay, I've calmed down a lot."

"Mr. Bai, I'm actually very happy that you gave me a gift," Zheng He said solemnly, "But I don't like those expensive ones. When we are together, I never care what you want. Maybe... I was with you in the first place." It's because of those, but I think we've reached this point, can we clean up our relationship in the future?"

"My feelings for you, do you think it's dirty?"

Zheng He didn't quite understand why Mr. Bai suddenly started taking words out of context, and explained: "It's not that I think you're dirty... Bah, you're not dirty at all. It's me who is wrong. I think marriage is a very sacred thing. I What I want to tell is that I am not with you for your money, I married you because of you!"

"But since I have this ability, I want to give you something..." Mr. Bai said.

Zheng He interrupted him: "Mr. Bai, I am also a man, I can earn back what I want!"

Mr. Bai stared at Zheng He for a while. He was very surprised that the little man in front of him could say such a thing. Logically speaking, he should really hate that the person under him had such thoughts, but this person was under Zheng He's control. And body... He suddenly felt that it wasn't too bad.

After Zheng He finished speaking, he felt uneasy, pursed his lips and looked at the man.

After a long time, Mr. Bai smiled and said, "Okay, I'll wait and see."

Zheng He finally relaxed at this moment, kissed Mr. Bai on the lips, picked up the quilt and said, "Hey, I knew you were the best, let's go back to the room."

Mr. Bai grabbed Zheng He's waist and dragged him back to the bed skillfully. With the other hand, he grabbed the hem and pulled it lightly. Zheng He's shirt was pushed to the elbows and wrists to tightly wrap around Zheng He.

The man leaned over, sucked the little brown bean on his chest, bit and sucked it lightly, and skillfully took off his pants as Zheng He struggled unceasingly.

"Mr. Bai...wait a minute...ah!"

Mr. Bai bit the brown, raised his head and stretched it, a grain of blood accompanied by the taste of rust filled his mouth, Mr. Bai sucked it heavily again, Zheng He felt pain and pleasure, trembling and shivering.

"Oh! Ah..."

Listening to his voice, Mr. Bai slightly raised the corners of his mouth, bowed his head and knelt down to unzip himself, so that the murder weapon would not hurt too much.

Zheng He looked at the man's lean waist and his favorite abdominal muscles in confusion, and reached out to touch them.

"Do you like it?" The man smiled lowly.

Zheng He was aroused, so he crawled over and put his face on his abdominal muscles, stretched out his soft tongue and licked the indentation over and over again, his face suddenly felt itchy, and he saw that it was Mr. belly hair.

He took a bite, suddenly became playful, and thrust the tip of his tongue into Mr. Bai's navel forcefully, turned around and backed out.

"It's fun, isn't it?" Mr. Bai put one arm around Zheng He's thin chest, put his head on his chest, and pulled out his other hand from Zheng He's crotch, sticking it up and down on Zheng He's stomach slide.

Zheng He smiled heartlessly: "My stomach is very soft..." He suddenly changed his face: "Ah! Don't...take it out!"

Mr. Bai bent his middle finger with the hand on Zheng He's stomach, and picked Zheng He's belly button hard!

"Stomach! Don't... the stomach is about to burst!"

Mr. Bai played with it for a while, and felt that Zheng He seemed to be used to this feeling, so he picked up his hand, and suddenly found that his finger was a little shiny under the light, and when he took a closer look, there was a thin layer of mucus on his middle finger, and he licked it. mouth, rolled the smelly liquid into the taste buds, and asked softly: "Baby, is it good?"

Zheng He clutched his stomach and lay on his side in his arms. Because of the tension just now, he was still slightly trembling. Hearing this, he slid down and kissed the hardest part of the man with his soft lips: "Brother, come on."

"It's so coquettish..." Mr. Bai grabbed Zheng He's hair and pulled him up, put his fingers in front of his eyes, and said, "Get up, take a look."

"What?" Zheng He didn't know why.

"It came out of your stomach."

Zheng He turned pale in an instant, and quickly turned over and got out of bed: "It's over, it's over, I've played too hard, where is the medicine box?"

"I'll talk about it later," Mr. Bai hooked Zheng He back again, and swallowed the words Zheng He hadn't said yet: "It's not over yet..."

Zheng He wanted to cry but had no tears.

390 one

On the day of the premiere, Zheng He simply locked the man at home and went to the cinema alone.

"Bai Dong, what should we do?" Jie Zi propped his notebook on the table and clicked on the video.

Mr. Bai caressed Zheng He, who was grinning from ear to ear in the video, and his mood improved a little bit. He asked, "How long will it take for him to get there?"

"There is a traffic jam on the Central Ring Road. He should take four to 10 minutes."

"Who's following?"

"dy and the other two people from City B."

Mr. Bai picked up his notebook and looked seriously at the silly Zheng He on the small screen.

Jiezi waited for a while but did not see Mr. Bai saying anything, so he boldly asked, "Bai Dong, are you going?"

"Go..." Mr. Bai smiled sinisterly: "I still want to scare him."

Jiezi: "..."

390 two

Zheng He felt that someone was following him along the way, but there were so many cars, and he didn't know if it was his illusion, so he suppressed his doubts and followed the traffic to the theater slowly.

The parking lot of the movie theater has long been insufficient. The gatekeeper is wearing a white sweater, waving a banana fan to drive out the people in suits and leather shoes around him, and swearing non-stop. He has the spirit of a martial arts hero. He begged for God’s help in the past, and he didn’t let the uncle find a place less than four meters away to park the car until he showed his ID card. Zheng He made a gesture, reckoning that his car could be opened except for the side door. Basically, more than 20 cars were parked. It's all stuck.

"Are you okay? Master." Zheng He was quite worried. After a while, everything will be over, and his car should not be pulled out by someone.

"It's okay, don't worry."

"But my car..."

The uncle said: "I am the master of my territory, no one dares to take it away."

Zheng He:"……"

Sir, you are awesome.

390 three

After Zheng He resigned, Aaron was assigned to a boy group. In order to save money, the company let him be the assistant of two people. Aaron got tired of cystitis after following for a while, and he failed to apply for paid leave with the company. , quit his job and ran around H City to pick up private jobs.

The same is true for XX cinema this time. He came to help distribute the costumes in the backstage. He accidentally saw Zheng He, and jumped over like a rabbit seeing a mouse spirit: "Brother Zheng!"

Zheng He was taken aback, took off his sunglasses and saw that it was Aaron, and happily patted him on the head: "Aaron! Why are you here!?"

"I'm here to help!...Brother Zheng, I haven't seen you for months! You... have gotten fatter."

Zheng He squeezed his arm guiltily, and said, "Hey, let's not talk about it."

Aaron looked at Zheng He and said with emotion: "Brother Zheng, I really miss you, I just realized that it is the easiest time to follow you."

Zheng He heard Aaron's implication, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Aaron told Zheng He about his treatment in the company full of grievances, and he almost shed two tears.

Zheng He also felt very sad when he heard it. Aaron had been his assistant for so many years, and he had never made a mistake.

Zheng He thought for a while, wrote down the phone number Aaron was using now, and thought about finding a time to talk to his friends.