Bai Yu and Song Shilin walked out of the boxing gym side by side. As soon as they walked out of the door, a gust of evil wind hit them. Not only did Bai Yu get sprayed with sand on his face, he also felt a bone-chilling chill.
"Bah snake!!" Bai Yu sneezed.
Song Shilin, who was striding in front of him, paused, turned his head and glanced at Bai Yu with a complicated expression, and suddenly became angry: "Why are you wearing so little?"
Fuck you!
Bai Yu said silently in his heart, but his face was still innocent and pitiful, and he whispered: "You don't feel cold when you are at home."
Song Shilin's face turned green with anger. He quickly took off the coat he was wearing and threw it on Bai Yu's head. He looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes filled with overwhelming anger.
Bai Yu said oh, put it on obediently, and quickly caught up with Song Shilin and said, "Are you cold?"
Song Shilin ignored him and continued to stride forward.
The two handsome guys turned heads when they walked on the street. When Bai Yu noticed that several girls were looking at him and Song Shilin sideways from time to time, he quickly caught up with Song Shilin and left.
The girls sighed with regret.
Bai Yu approached Song Shilin and said, "My car is over there. I'll take you back."
Song Shilin glanced at him.
Bai Yu pressed forward with a shy face, "You ask your driver to go back by himself, and we will go back together."
Song Shilin's stern face became a little looser.
Bai Yu kept up his efforts: "I want to go back with you. How about going to the supermarket later?"
Song Shilin took out her mobile phone and called the driver. As soon as the call was connected, she said directly: "Drive the car back."
Bai Yu dragged Song Shilin to the parking lot, sat in the driver's seat happily, and said, "I'm going to drive you around, so fasten your seat belt!"
Song Shilin suddenly felt uneasy about letting Bai Yu drive.
But unexpectedly, Bai Yu, who always likes to let himself go while driving, this time was as slow as driving a tractor.
Song Shilin couldn't bear it anymore: "What on earth are you doing."
Bai Yu drove slowly and said, "My back hurts and my butt hurts, and I don't want to move my hands."
"It's my turn at the intersection ahead." Song Shilin frowned, why didn't he say it earlier if he felt uncomfortable.
Bai Yu was about to refuse, but he saw that there was a pharmacy at the intersection. He immediately nodded and parked the car on the side of the road: "I'll go in and buy you medicine for your injuries. Just wait for me."
Song Shilin was about to remind him that there was a medicine box at home, but he saw Bai Yu get out of the car and run towards the pharmacy.
It was lunch time, and there was no one in the pharmacy. Bai Yu walked towards the middle-aged female doctor standing behind the counter and said, "Prescribe me some medicine." "What medicine?"
"The medicine for bruises is the kind of medicine used to hurt your face in a fight." Bai Yu took out his wallet, took out a hundred yuan and put it in front of him, and reiterated: "Bring me something better."
The middle-aged female doctor clicked her tongue twice, found two bottles of medicinal wine and band-aids for Bai Yu, and then gave Bai Yu his change.
Bai Yu didn't look carefully at the name of the medicine, so he took the money and left in a hurry. When Bai Yu walked out of the pharmacy, he suddenly remembered his behavior of not wearing a condom when he had sex last night and this morning.
He wanted to go back and buy a contraceptive pill. After all, it's always good to nip things in the bud.
Song Shilin, who was sitting in the driver's seat, honked the horn. He saw Bai Yu standing in a daze at the door of the pharmacy and couldn't help but urge him.
Bai Yu looked back at the drug store. It happened that at this time, two high school girls walked into the drug store with several newly purchased magazines. Bai Yu, who had a vision of 5.0, saw his own photos in the magazines.
He turned and left.
Forget it, he asked Song Shilin to clean it up after he was done. It should be fine. How could he win the prize every time
Bai Yu comforted himself.
He forgot that he really couldn't be careless in some aspects.
Because some people are gifted and some are sharpshooters.
Bai Yu is the former favored by God, and Song Shilin is the latter.
Bai Yu got into the passenger seat and said, "Let's go."
"Why are you dazed at the door?" Song Shilin drove the car. It happened that the green light at the intersection turned on at this time, so he drove straight over.
Bai Yu thought about it and said, "I... want to buy some medicine."
Song Shilin was puzzled: "What medicine?"
"I'm afraid of winning the lottery three times." Bai Yu looked out the car window with a melancholy expression.
Song Shilin stopped talking.
After returning home, when Uncle Yan saw the bruises on Song Shilin's face, his expression changed instantly.
Uncle Yan ran over anxiously with the medicine box and said, "Master, please take care of the wound quickly. Be careful of disfigurement."
Bai Yu threw the wound wine he bought at the drugstore on the coffee table, crossed his legs and ate an orange while watching Uncle Yan help Song Shilin treat the wound, and said, "Such a small wound should not disfigure the face."
Uncle Yan said seriously: "This is hard to say. It will be troublesome if the appearance is revealed."
Bai Yu stuffed the peeled orange into Song Shilin's mouth. After Uncle Yan carefully treated all the wounds, he took the man's hand and stood up, saying, "I followed him upstairs. Yan After I finish my lunch, I will send it directly to the second floor."
Uncle Yan still couldn't hide the worry on his face. When he saw this, he just nodded to show that he understood.
Why did the second young master, who had always been obedient since childhood, learn to fight with others only after he became an adult
Moreover, Bai Yu's reaction was also very strange, looking completely unworried.
The two walked into the bedroom one after another, and Bai Yu said seriously: "My brother is getting engaged, and he will get married soon."
"I know."
Bai Yu didn't ask him how he knew. He just said with a serious face: "I'm a little worried about him."
"You care about him that much?"
Bai Yu heard the jealousy in his words, but did not refute. He sat on the chair in confusion and melancholy, hugging the pillow and said, "He is my brother, how could I not care about him."
"Yeah." Song Shilin turned on the computer to check the account balance, pointed at the countless zeros, and said expressionlessly: "How much do you want to give for the engagement and wedding red envelopes."
Bai Yu's breath stagnated, "Why are you so rich?"
one two three four five six seven eight nine…
When did Song Shilin become so rich
Old God Song Shilin exited the query page and closed the computer: "My financial resources are not limited to the Song family."
Bai Yu was silent for a long time, an aura of decadence and despair surrounded him, lamenting: "Compared with you, I suddenly feel so weak."
Song Shilin's video conference was about to start in five minutes. He had to go to the study room in advance to read the information on the conference theme, and then connected to the conference room via the Internet.
So Song Shilin stood up with his work computer. After hearing this, he just patted Bai Yu's head perfunctorily to express comfort, "Well, I will support you."
Bai Yu still couldn't get excited.
Song Shilin ignored him and continued to talk to him. He took the computer and left the bedroom, closing the door gently.
It didn't take long for Bai Yu to fall asleep on the sofa. He had made a fuss too late last night and didn't catch up on sleep this morning, so when he relaxed after finishing his work, he felt tired and sleepy.
When he woke up again, the room was already dark. Bai Yu was sitting on the sofa blankly. Before he could figure out who he was and where he was, his cell phone, which was lying quietly on the coffee table, was constantly bombarded by people. .
It belongs to Sister Li.
Bai Yu suddenly became energetic.
Although they have only been in contact for a short time, Bai Yu has already figured out the personality of his new manager, Sister Li. She generally will not take the initiative to contact him if it is not a particularly important matter.
As for something particularly important, it is that Bai Yu is involved in another scandal.
Sister Li contacted Bai Yu directly through text messages, three MMS and five text messages.
In the three MMS pictures, Song Shilin is standing on the street, frowning and taking off his coat to give to Bai Yu. The second picture shows Bai Yu wearing Song Shilin's jacket and talking to him close to him. The third picture shows him being on top. Screenshot of the most popular microblog posted by passers-by.
Bai Yu: "..."
It had only been a few hours since he and Song Shilin stood on the street to show off their affection. How could it spread on Weibo so quickly? These guys are so fast!
Sister Li: What’s going on with these photos
Sister Li: What’s going on between you and Mr. Song? Don’t be perfunctory! Reply me quickly!
Sister Li: Baiyu! ! ! Don't try to escape. No matter what happens between you, you should be honest with me. I am the only one who can help you at this time!
Sister Li... Forget it, the company's public relations draft has been sent out, and the public opinion on the Internet seems to be moving towards... Nannan Xipi, you don't need to say anything, just be nice.
Sister Li: On your knees, when will you see the text message
Bai Yu dialed Sister Li's number, and the other party answered the call instantly. Bai Yu was stunned for a moment before he realized that Sister Li must have been waiting for his call.
"I just fell asleep. In what direction is the public opinion trend on the Internet going?" Bai Yu put his phone on his shoulder and took out his computer to log in to Weibo.
Sister Li took a deep breath: "It's developing in the direction of male-male CP. Don't change the subject. How is your relationship with Mr. Song?"
"We are lovers."
Bai Yu saw that the top one on the hot search list was the three consecutive photos of himself and Song Shilin. However, I have to say that the girl who took the photos was very good at showing off her long-legged, fair-skinned and cool temperament.
Sister Li breathed quickly: "Did I hear correctly?"
"When we get the evidence, I will remember to invite you." Bai Yu said with a smile, seeing that the third most popular search was #松白同人 manga#
If you are curious, click in and take a look.
It turned out that there was a girl who was into the two-dimensional painting circle. She uploaded a fan comic about Bai Yu and Song Shilin that she specially drew on Weibo.
The other party's drawing skills are good, and the comic plot is based on Song Bai's three-shot series, which is the most popular, so it is on the hot search.
Bai Yu's fingers were flying as he typed on the keyboard "Good work, keep up the good work." But if there is meat, then the great harmony of life can be achieved, right?]Then press OK to send.
However, in the next second, Bai Yu was shocked to realize that he was logging in to the microblog with his official account, not a trumpet account!
Bai Yu: "I just accidentally sent a message using my official account."
Sister Li suddenly had an ominous premonition. She took out her computer, banged away at it, and then shouted angrily: "Bo Yu, what on earth do you, a little red guy, want to do!"
Bai Yu hung up the phone decisively, intending to let her calm down before talking.
His eyes glanced at the message he had left for the girl who drew the comic book. Bai Yu didn't want to talk for a moment and closed the computer.
"Kacha" the door was pushed open from the outside.
Little Watermelon, whose hair had been shaved off and turned into a bald man, poked his head out of the door. When his eyes came into contact with Bai Yu, he immediately retracted his head.
Bai Yu: "..."
Where is his stupid son's hair... Who shaved it off! ! !
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