The two Bai brothers were sitting side by side in the car. Little Watermelon had been brought into the house by Butler Shen. For the first time, Bai Yu felt that the world was a bit mysterious, "Brother..."
"Yes, me too."
Bai Bolang glanced at Bai Yu meaningfully, "Sexuality should be inherited in the family."
Bai Yu was irritated: "How can sexual orientation be inherited in the family? Brother, please don't fool me."
Bai Bolang lit a cigarette and said slowly: "You are smart."
Bai Yu accepted his praise as a matter of course.
"You can like men, why can't I?" Bai Bolang looked at Bai Yu steadily.
Bai Yu lowered his eyes: "Dad will not agree."
"Dad is underground, even if he doesn't agree, he won't be able to scold him after he wakes up from the dream." Bai Bolang sneered, his eyes full of ridicule.
For a man who had given him nothing but life and the identity of an heir, Bo Braun didn't have much gratitude to him.
Bai Yu was amused by these words, his shoulders shook and he said, "Dad will be unhappy if you say that."
Bai Bolang turned to look at him and said calmly: "As long as you are happy."
Bai Yu suddenly felt a strange atmosphere surrounding the car, but before he could figure out what the strange atmosphere meant, Bai Braang spoke again.
"Go and eat first. If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it later."
When Bai Bolang opened the car door and was about to bend down to leave, Bai Yu suddenly said: "The man just now should be more than your financial sponsor. So, even if the eldest brother really likes men, you should find some healthy people."
After finishing speaking, Bai Yu ran away before Bai Bolang could react. His movements were very quick and not sloppy at all.
Bai Bolang: "..."
In the living room, Little Watermelon put his hands on his knees, looking at the food on the dining table with a longing expression, his two short legs dangling in the air.
Ba Ba is back!
Bai Yu kissed the little watermelon and said, "Butler Shen, don't you have a child seat at home?"
Xiao Xigua had a look of enjoyment on his face and didn't even hear what Bai Yu was asking.
Butler Shen, who has always been cautious, was stunned when he heard this. He subconsciously looked at Little Watermelon sitting on the dining chair and said hurriedly: "I was derelict in my duty."
Bai Yu pursed his lips and said nothing.
Steward Shen has been in the Bai family for decades and is very careful, so Bai Yu would never believe that he would make such a stupid mistake.
Bai Bolang walked in and happened to see this scene. Thinking of the "successor" trained by Butler Shen, a new member of the family, he said calmly: "You can't even handle small things well. Choose another one."
Butler Shen made a low "hmm" sound.
The young man I'm interested in has been a lot more impetuous in recent days. If he makes a mistake in a small matter normally, he would just give him a few words of private education.
But the mistake he made should not involve the young master.
The first and second young masters value the younger young master, while the eldest young master puts the second young master first in everything.
Butler Shen sighed. As a qualified butler, learning how to read eyes is more important than learning how to manage housework.
Mu Mu Mu Mu Mu Every afternoon in a high-end teahouse in Huacheng, there are always many ladies from the upper class gathering together to drink tea and chat.
That afternoon, Mother Song was wearing a newly made high-definition cheongsam to show off to two good sisters. When they were praising her, Chu Wenwen came over and sat next to her.
"Wenwen, why are you here?"
Mother Song's face was filled with surprise. She took Chu Wenwen's hand and said, "I have been following your and Bai Yu's new drama some time ago. The heroine you played in it is so beautiful and her acting skills are great."
Chu Wenwen's face turned red. She came to find Song's mother to inquire about the relationship between Song Shilin and Bai Yu, but she didn't expect that she would pull her into talking about this.
However, someone liked her TV. Chu Wenwen still felt very happy and said reservedly: "Auntie, please don't praise me like this. I'm embarrassed."
Mother Song smiled and said, "This is the truth. By the way, do you think my new cheongsam looks good? It was made in Autumn Wind."
"It looks good." Chu Wenwen said absently, "Auntie, is Brother Shi Lin particularly busy at the company recently?"
Mother Song didn't seem to notice, and said, "Fortunately, he has always had so much work."
"By the way, last time I heard Brother Shi Lin say on the show that he and Bai Yu are good friends, and he even recognized Bai Yu's son as his godson."
Mother Song's expression was tense for a moment, but she quickly calmed down, and her tone was no longer so warm. She brushed the hair beside her ears with her fingers and said "Hmm" through her nose.
"You and uncle agreed?" Chu Wenwen said impatiently. Because she was too anxious, she didn't notice the coldness in Song's mother's eyes.
"Um."
After Song's mother finished speaking, she released Chu Wenwen's hand and turned around to continue talking to the two old sisters.
The other two ladies at the same table looked at each other and smiled, shaking their heads in unison. This little girl from the Chu family was still too impatient after all.
It took Chu Wenwen a while to react, and she wanted to ask something more, but seeing that Song's mother didn't pay attention to her intention, she couldn't say anything. She sat aside and watched them chatting.
When the afternoon tea time passed and the people in the teahouse dispersed one after another, Song's mother was ready to get up and leave.
Chu Wenwen quickly followed, "Auntie, let me accompany you to go shopping nearby. I heard that the latest bags are coming out this summer...
... ?"Wenwen," Song's mother said gently with a kind face, "it's getting late, I should go back and have dinner with your uncle. Let's go shopping together next time when we have time."
Chu Wenwen was stunned, "Okay, please walk slowly."
Only at this moment did Chu Wenwen understand Song's mother's attitude. She knew that the question she asked before was beyond her bounds, which made Song's mother unhappy.
But, she is really worried...
Chu Wenwen bit her lower lip, feeling grievance spreading all over her body. She stamped her foot angrily and walked toward her sports car in high heels. She opened the door and stepped on the accelerator.
Night falls and the nightlife has just begun.
Chu Wenwen sat in the corner with a wine glass in her hand, looking gloomy and dazed. She took a sip from the wine glass from time to time, and could not finish a glass in an hour.
The people around her began to look at Chu Wenwen with eagerness - a beautiful woman without a flower protector. No one who saw her would have no idea.
When the people around were about to approach and strike up a conversation, someone sat in the empty seat opposite Chu Wenwen.
Chu Wenwen didn't even raise her head, "I'm not interested, get out."
The visitor smiled softly, not being threatened by her, "I'm here to make a deal with you, not to hunt for sex."
Chu Wenwen raised her head and squinted her eyes. She felt that the person in front of her was familiar, but she couldn't remember who he was.
"Who are you?"
"Miss Chu has so many things to do, of course she won't remember a young person like me." The visitor smiled and said, "Let's get to know each other again. My name is Ye Hang."
Chu Wenwen remembered that he was Qi Yan's friend, "What do you want to do with me?"
Ye Hang nodded and did not deny it, "I want to make a deal with you that will ruin Bai Yu's reputation in the shortest possible time."
The wine glass that Chu Wenwen was holding fell to the ground with a clatter, shattering glass shards all over the floor.
The sound of the wine glass falling to the ground once again attracted the attention of many people.
However, Chu Wenwen ignored this. She lowered her voice and said, "Let's talk and listen."
Ye Hang stretched out his index finger and shook it gently at her, "There are many people here, let's go out and find a quiet place to talk."
Chu Wenwen was not fooled, "If you lied to me, I don't believe you actors."
Ye Hang smiled coldly, "I don't need to lie to you. If you don't believe it, don't come."
With that said, Ye Hang stood up and left.
Chu Wenwen hesitated, stood up and followed him.
Half an hour later.
Chu Wenwen looked at the photos Ye Hang sent to her and said, "What evidence do you have to prove that the person with the head wrapped is Bai Yu and that their relationship is lovers?"
"His shoes, his shoes were specially customized when he participated in the New Southwest Spring Festival Gala. You can find photos online for comparison." Ye Hang smiled slightly.
After he took the photos that day, he uploaded them to his email for backup, so even if his phone was snatched away by the group of bodyguards, he still had a backup in his hand.
Chu Wenwen's frown eased, "What if these can't bring down Bai Yu?"
She won't do anything she's not sure about.
"A male artist is accused of being kept by a man. Do you think he still has a chance to get back on his feet?"
Ye Hang despised her hesitation, "And once the photos come out, even if Song Shilin still protects Bai Yu, do you think the Song parents will still sit back and do nothing?" Chu Wenwen was finally persuaded by him.
Chu Wenwen was very unhappy when Song Shilin, whom she had liked for many years, was cut off halfway by Bai Yu. Now even Song's mother, who had always liked her, was cold towards her because she mentioned Bai Yu a few times too much...
Thinking of this, Chu Wenwen gritted her teeth and said, "Okay!"
Ye Hang extended his hand and said, "It's a pleasure to cooperate."
Chu Wenwen still looked aloof and didn't even extend her hand. She just said: "It's a pleasure to cooperate."
Ye Hang's expression froze, and he silently took back his outstretched hand, covering up the trace of displeasure and viciousness.
Abroad, a young man's room.
The walls are covered with white paper, and "Bo Yu" is all drawn in sketches on the white paper.
The expression and movements of "Bo Yu" in each painting are different, and a person's name is written in the lower right corner of each painting: Mo Anyu.
"Click" the bathroom partition door opened, and the heat in the bathroom came out.
A young man in a white bathrobe came out. His face looked extremely pale. He held a mobile phone and said in a cold and angry tone: "Mosin, who allowed you to touch him!"
After Moss Yin's anxious explanation on the other end of the phone, the depression on the young man's face did not diminish.
"No one is allowed to touch him except me!"
"Everything will be discussed in the long term when I get back." He said, with a flash of killing intent in his eyes, fleeting.
Mosin on the other end of the phone sighed slowly and reluctantly obeyed his wishes.
The man then put down the phone. His delicate features were covered with cold sweat, his expression was pale, and he was surrounded by loneliness.
He is, don't settle for anything less.
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