Jiao Bai waited for Li Jue to find him for two days and two days, making sure that Chu Dongshan had not revealed the news that he was still alive.
Chu Dongshan's behavior is consistent with his character of the most infatuated male supporting role. He did it for Li Jue. He was a dandy boy who didn't care about the family business and took the initiative to study in the company. He fought with Shen Er'an until his head was broken and bloody. He got drunk and cried for Li Jue the most. The last scene he saw before his death was Li Jue chasing Shen Er'an in a miserable state. Once he saw Li Jue, he was ruined for life.
Jiaobai could probably guess what he was thinking.
For Chu Dongshan, last year, such a little thing that had a partner dared to seduce him in front of his master, trying to use her body to stir up discord between their old friends and make her master angry. This year, the little thing somehow hooked up with another old friend of his.
A person with a messy private life, strong vanity and evil intentions is not suitable to be with the pure and clean Li Jue.
Maybe Li Jue's crying and confused mumbling when she woke up deepened Chu Dongshan's understanding.
so,
Since Li Jue thought the person was dead, then let him die.
It would be best if the two of them had no contact in the future, to prevent Li Jue from being taken advantage of and implicated.
Jiaobai accepted this situation without any hindrance. It didn't matter if Li Jue didn't show up for the time being, since his main force now was the Qi family's masters and servants anyway.
Jiaobai doesn't need to read scriptures to the old pervert every day. He only goes to Lanmo Mansion on weekends. So far, he has never been punished with a ruler. The worst time was when he bit the ruler the whole time and copied a Buddhist scripture as punishment.
After copying the Buddhist scriptures, the ruler was wet.
The Buddhist scripture was a handwritten copy by the old lady. Her handwriting was truly extraordinary, and she truly deserved the title of “immortal”.
Even though he hadn't been physically punished yet, Jiaobai still didn't want to go.
The winter in West City is very long. It is spring in other cities, but West City is still freezing cold. Lanmo Mansion is deep in the mountains. The wind blows by, and just listening to the rustling sound can make you feel cold from head to toe. This is very uncomfortable for Jiaobai, who has a bone injury.
Once, Jiaobai was reciting a sentence or two from a book in the garden and started shaking.
Qi Da, the captain of the Qi family's security team, was pushed forward by his brothers and asked: "Mr. Bai, why are you shaking?"
Jiaobai was about to have runny nose, so he beckoned her to come closer and said mysteriously, "I'm shaking off the cold air in my body."
Qi Da: “…”
When Jiaobai came on the second weekend, he was blown by a warm breeze as soon as he entered the door. He pulled off the mask and scarf on his face, took off his hat, and was speechless.
Damn, Lan Mo Mansion finally has heating.
Finally, Jiaobai didn't have to wrap himself up like a bear anymore, and just needed to wear a thin sweater. He took off his heavy coat, and he no longer looked like an old man with a minor illness, and he walked briskly.
Aunt Liu suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor. She looked at Jiao Bai as if he was an alien who walked outside the rules: "The Lan Mo Mansion has never installed an air conditioner for generations, let alone a heater."
Wild rice is biting on vitamin C, smiling, so what? It's none of your business.
"It's your honor that the gentleman thinks highly of you. I hope you can do more for him, show your value, and shoulder this honor. Don't always try to take shortcuts in front of him. He works too hard, and your presence is to relieve his stress. I hope you can recognize your own identity." Aunt Liu showed a face that she rarely showed. Her tone and posture reminded Jiaobai of the wet nurses of the masters and young masters in those period dramas, who were very pretentious and acted like they were important people.
Jiao Bai picked his ears: "Aunt Liu, are you following any dramas recently? Why do you talk so fast?" He laughed, "Are you talking in such a clichéd and superstitious old lady's lines from the eight o'clock dramas?"
The young man's eyes curved with laughter, but there was no smile in his eyes, only pure coldness and evil.
Aunt Liu felt a slight chill on her back for some reason. She lowered her eyes and returned to her usual gentle and graceful self: "The soup is in the kitchen, kept at a constant temperature. Go get it yourself if you want some."
I don't want to drink wild rice.
They were all kinds of medicinal soups. After taking a sip, the same smell would come up in my stomach for the next three days.
But good medicine tastes bitter.
Jiaobai went to get himself half a bowl of soup, pinched his nose and drank it in one gulp. He was not worried that Aunt Liu would do something to the soup.
If Aunt Liu did that, she would undoubtedly be self-destructing and die with him.
After drinking the soup, Jiaobai rinsed his mouth. He wondered if Qi Yilao knew about Aunt Liu's warning to him. After all, it was not the first time or the second time.
Let's give it a try.
What if Aunt Liu is an old loyal servant of a big family who has no self, who is a member of the Qi family when alive and a ghost of the Qi family when dead, and who does everything for the Qi family? She imagines him to be a monster that is bringing disaster to the country, and would rather sacrifice herself to kill him
It's not impossible. In the world of ancient melodramatic stories, nothing is impossible to happen, except what you can't imagine.
Jiaobai quickly called Qi Yiliao.
Qi Yiliao had just finished a meeting and was returning to his office. When his personal cell phone rang, the secretaries and assistants following him stood still for a second, making faces and making faces. They had completely lost the elite white-collar demeanor they had just a moment ago.
The first secretary looked straight ahead, seemingly very professional, but he still glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.
Qi Yilao walked into the office, picked up the remote control on the table to unlock it, and pressed a button. The smart glass wall behind him changed instantly.
That's a few folders.
Qi Yiliao clicked on one of them, and what appeared before him was a dense network of surveillance cameras covering the entire Lanmo Mansion.
The monitoring of one of the locations is selected and the window is maximized.
The young man was lying on the left side of the kitchen in the food area, with his thin waist hunched, his elbows pressed on the table, one hand holding a mobile phone, the other hand clutching...
Chinese cabbage leaves.
Qi Yiliao took a sip of the warm tea and uttered a low and casual syllable: "Hmm?"
Jiaobai didn't know he was being watched by the old pervert. He tore the leaves into small pieces and said, "Third brother, which page do you want me to read tonight? I'll practice first, so I don't stutter and affect my efficiency."
Qi Yilao said, "I have a social engagement tonight."
"Then you get busy." Jiaobai hung up immediately.
Qi Yiliao watched the person in the surveillance video gather up the chopped vegetable leaves. Instead of throwing them away, he put them into a basket with a small hole. He was still mumbling something, and it was unknown who he was complaining about, but there were lively and vivid traces in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
The weeds were not destroyed by the predicament. Their vitality became stronger and stronger, and their desire for freedom became stronger and stronger. One day, they would turn into dandelions and fly into the sky.
It's not a plant that can be seeded out, leaves pulled out, and kept in a captive place.
Just should fly.
The moment when his wings spread is his most beautiful moment.
Qi Yilao seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He loosened his tie, but then adjusted it again and tightened it. He turned off the surveillance camera and began to deal with a variety of official business.
That night, Jiaobai was doing exercises in front of the open bookshelf on the first floor of Lanmo Mansion. Not long after he started, he was taken to a hotel and secretly sent to Room 2602.
Jiaobai stood in the low-key yet luxurious suite, having reached the top inexplicably along the way. If he had to attend a social event, he had to attend it. One night was not a big deal, so why did they bring him to the hotel
And she even secretly escorted him into the hotel. If you don't know, you might think...
Tsk.
Before going out, Jiaobai only wore a woolen pajamas and cotton slippers. He looked out of place in this room.
It doesn't matter.
What’s more, he didn’t even bring his cell phone.
He felt insecure without a cell phone. Jiaobai sat here and there in the room. He was like an ant on a hot pan, rolling and jumping around, and finally fell on the big bed, his body sinking into the soft white bedding.
Jiaobai logged into his account and looked at his seven friends. Qi Zizhi’s activity level was almost 80.
It feels so damn good to just leave it alone and let your friends figure it out on their own.
Jiao Bai looked at the four groups: the fate of this life, never let down in this life, the protection of life after life, unforgettable for a lifetime. He thought about it, based on his bloody experience, Qi Zizhi was unlikely to go to Shen Ji's group.
For Qi Zizhi, this will be an unforgettable experience in his life.
They are not ex-lovers or ex-husbands, they are family, close relatives, haha.
The landline on the bedside table rang. Jiao Bai was startled. He leaned over to answer the call: "Which one?"
"Xiaobai, it's me." Zhang Zhen's voice came over with a little bit of background noise, "Third brother asked me to tell you, you go to sleep first, you don't have to wait for him."
Wild rice: “…”
What kind of weird line is this
Zhang Zhen was lying outside the private room, his jacket smelling of cigarettes. Several bosses in the room were chatting with the third brother. The group was just smoking and drinking, and didn't ask for any young and pretty children to serve them.
"Why is there no sound?" Zhang Zhen's mouth was full of alcohol.
Jiaobai said, "There is a sound. I know. You guys are busy."
Finally, add: "Drink less alcohol."
Without giving Zhang Zhen a chance to be moved, Jiao Bai quickly threw the microphone back.
I don't know what time it was at night when the phone rang again.
"Xiaobai," Qi Yiliao called him, "open the door."
Jiaobai swears on his lips, and walked to the door with a sleepy face, "Why did you call me here?" I am really convinced.
As soon as the door opened, a smell of cigarettes and alcohol rushed into Jiaobai's arms and rubbed against his mouth and nose.
Qi Yiliao was dressed in a solemn iron-gray suit. He lowered his head, with his slender fingers resting on the cufflinks, unbuttoning them lazily. No matter what he wore, he looked like an old monk. Under the influence of alcohol, he had a hint of human air, and even the vertical "Chuan" wrinkles between his eyebrows had a seductive sexiness.
"Do you want to drink that sobering soup?" Jiaobai moved aside to let him in.
Qi Yiliao threw the cufflinks to him: "Take it."
Jiaobai subconsciously caught the cufflinks and looked at them in the light. This thing looked very luxurious and expensive.
By the time he closed the door and walked through the living room to the kitchen, Qi Yiliao had already taken off his suit jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and bent over the sink to wash his hands.
Qi Yiliao washed very slowly and carefully, washing every inch of it with each finger.
Jiaobai yawned and rubbed his face. It was known that Shen Ji would not have any special habits after drinking. What about Qi Yilao? Unknown.
The sound of water in the kitchen continued. Jiaobai glanced at the old man's clothes. They were exquisite, decent, and textured. They were abstinent and elegant, which matched his temperament very well. His waistline and shoulder lines were restrained but tight, like a noble item that could be put into an exhibition hall at any time.
It has extremely high ornamental and collection value.
And the exhibit was still washing his hands, repeating the same thing over and over again.
Jiaobai waited and waited, but couldn't wait any longer, so he walked over and turned off the faucet.
The air around the pool seemed to be sucked out suddenly by something, and as the feeling of suffocation came over Jiao Bai, he met Qi Yilao's eyes, which were filled with an unusually bloodshot color.
Jiaobai said to the drunk mysophobic patient, "I see you washed your hands very clean, so I turned off the water for you."
"Is it clean?" Qi Yiliao raised his hand.
Jiaobai nodded and said, "Yes, that's right. Now it's clean. Can we have peace now?"
There was a hand before his eyes, right in front of his nose. The water vapor instantly melted into his breath.
It was cool at first, then a little warm.
That was his own breath, hitting the back of Qi Yilao's hand and bouncing back to him with warmth.
Qi Yilao bent his waist, and his scattered hair rubbed against the young man's eyebrows. His voice was very low, like a whisper hidden in a transparent tube: "Is there any smell?"
"No." Jiao Bai tilted his head back, and he could only smell the scent of Qi Yiliao's skin.
Cold and hard.
More than half an hour later, Jiao Bai used the hotel phone to call Zhang Zhen: "Where are you? Third brother is drunk, come here quickly."
Zhang Zhen was sending the daughter of a partner home. The girl came over halfway and touched the third brother's hand when he wasn't paying attention.
Everyone was shocked.
The partner felt embarrassed and was afraid of offending the Qi family, so he slapped his own daughter on the spot to make his point, and left her without even looking back.
Zhang Zhen didn't want to care about it, but if something happened to a girl of eighteen or nineteen, standing on the roadside crying in scanty clothes, her life would be over.
Let’s send him back. It’s not far away.
Zhang Zhen was driving the car: "Don't worry about it. It's easier to deal with Third Brother when he's drunk than when he's sober. Just give him a place to sleep."
He remembered something: "It's just..."
Jiao Bai thought: "What's wrong?" Don't be a fucking quirk, right? It shouldn't be, otherwise Zhang Zhen wouldn't be able to let him and Qi Yiliao be alone.
"He's asleep now, and he'll definitely wake up in the second half of the night. You should also go to sleep and follow his schedule. Then you can read a few pages of a book or chant a sutra to him." Zhang Zhen said, "Baibai, you've worked hard at night. I'll buy you something delicious tomorrow."
Jiao Bai reminded Zhang Zhen to drive safely. After he hung up the phone, he found that Qi Yilao, who had been lying on the bed, had sat up at some point and was looking in one direction.
"What are you looking at?" Jiaobai also looked over there. There was nothing else except the exquisite furniture.
Qi Yiliao frowned: "What am I looking at..." He rubbed his temples, his chest shook slightly, and he laughed strangely.
The hairs on the茭白 stood up.
"Xiaobai," Qi Yiliao pointed to the bedside, smiling warmly and charmingly, "Move the chair over here and sit here."
Jiaobai noticed his movements: "Reading?"
"No." Qi Yilao closed his eyes and said hoarsely, "Just sit there and watch your uncle sleep."
Wild rice: “…”
So, as it approached midnight, a strange scene took place in the room.
The leader of the prominent Qi family in Xicheng was lying flat on the bed with his clothes on. A high school student was sitting in front of the bed, doing nothing but looking at him.
Jiaobai gradually came out of his daze and tried to guess what Qi Yilao was doing. He probably stayed in this hotel for one night and was too lazy to send someone to check the surveillance.
What is Qi Yiliao doing? Is he using him as a surveillance eye
Jiaobai's sitting posture quickly changed from being upright to slumped. He saw Qi Yilao's eyelids moving and his breathing was uneven, so he knew that he was still awake: "Third brother, I want to tell you something."
Qi Yiliao tapped lightly with the fingers placed on his abdomen.
"Aunt Liu warned me several times." Jiaobai did not exaggerate and just repeated whatever Aunt Liu said.
The top button of Qi Yiliao's shirt was pressed against his rolling Adam's apple, and it trembled slightly: "Don't worry about it."
"I'm afraid she'll plot against me without your knowledge." Jiaobai leaned forward, holding his chin, and smiled, "Don't think I'm being mean. I was tricked by the old lady and I have a psychological trauma."
Qi Yi said in a calm voice: "Lan Mo Mansion is not the old house of the Shen family, and Aunt Liu is not the old lady."
"Besides," he raised his lips critically, "every failure is a learning experience. If you fall into the same pit twice, you should look for your own shortcomings."
Jiaobai's face twitched. That's true.
Qi Yiliao on the bed opened his eyes suddenly: "But uncle likes your honesty very much, you must keep it up."
The activity level of茭白撮 has increased by 0.3.
The white cat was snoring, its two paws hanging in front of its body and its belly rising and falling.
Jiaobai pinched his fingers and became more excited. He said, "You want my honesty, right? Okay, I'll continue and give you some."
"There's one more thing," Jiaobai said casually, "Uncle Zhao who saved me on the boat earlier this year..."
Qi Yiliao interrupted: "No."
Jiaobai joked: "It's just a group photo."
Qi Yiliao had no room to change his mind: "Write him a check and fill in any number you want."
Jiaobai smacked his lips, what a generous move: "But I already promised Uncle Zhao that he wants to take a photo with you and keep it as a family heirloom."
Qi Yiliao looked at him expressionlessly: "Who did you agree to this for?"
The茭白 looks distressed.
But they don't know that when he acts, there are many loopholes. Some people think that it is a wonder of the world when they see him acting.
Qi Yiliao's facial features returned to their usual casual look: "It's impossible to take a group photo. Let him come and take a few photos at Lan Mo Mansion."
"Okay." Jiaobai fought for the interests of his savior, "Then the check..."
Qi Yiliao thought he was talking too much: "As usual."
"Okay." Jiao Bai stopped when he saw that things were going well. He moved his chair closer and took out a bag of beef jerky from his pocket. "Third brother, I heard Jiang Yan praise you last year. With your demeanor, you deserve all his praises."
Jiaobai flattered him, but Qi Yilao asked, "Who is Jiang Yan?"
"... Little Chili Pepper, long flowing hair, fair skin, long legs, a beauty in a red skirt." Jiaobai talked about Jiang Yan's symbol.
Qi Yiliao frowned: "I forgot the name, but I remember the person."
Jiaobai was biting into the beef jerky and asked casually, "How much did he get paid?"
"Several tens of millions or a hundred million," Qi Yiliao bent one leg, and his sleeping posture changed from neat to loose, "I'm not sure, if you want to know, go ask Ah Zhen."
The beef jerky in Jiaobai’s mouth suddenly lost its fragrance.
No, this savior, living Buddha, why don't you just pay me according to the normal process? I don't want to be paid by the minute, just on time.
"You want money?" Qi Yiliao tilted his head.
Hehe, I'm afraid I can't give a clear and elegant answer to this question.
"You are not short of money." Qi Yiliao smiled, "Children should not have too much money in their cards. Too much money will easily lead to bad things."
Jiaobai didn't glare at Qi Yiliao, he glared at his cat.
The cat's tail swung back and forth and it was sleeping soundly.
However, its fur was still red, and its neck was still broken and hanging to the side.
"Employees cannot live in Lanmo Mansion." Qi Yiliao's laughter faded. "You want an employment agreement. I'll ask Ah Zhen to print a copy for you."
Jiaobai shook his head: "No, I won't sign. It's fine like this now." How can I deal with you if I can't enter Lan Mo Mansion
Qi Yiliao laughed again.
Jiao Bai avoided his smiling but dark eyes and chewed the beef jerky nonchalantly. When she bit hard, her cheeks turned pink. "Has Jiang Yan followed you the longest?"
The curve of Qi Yiliao's lips was still there, and his tone gave people a cold feeling: "Maybe."
"Then you should be very satisfied, why let him go?" Jiaobai leaned back on the chair, not knowing how long he would have to sit there tonight, feeling sleepy and bored. There was only one bag of beef jerky, and he would be fed up after eating it.
Qi Yilao's temperament tonight seemed to be eroded by alcohol. He was more patient than usual. He answered almost all of Jiaobai's questions, such as this question.
"Tired of it," he said.
Jiaobai's head hurts. As expected, the people around this person keep changing because the novelty has worn off. It's the same as the bed partners of other domineering CEOs.
Jiang Yan has been following Qi Yilao for a few months. He has no confidence in his voice and he is sure he will not be able to break the record. He just hopes that Qi Yilao can stay late until his activity level exceeds 50.
"Third brother, why did you give Jiang Yanni to your old friend when you were not interested in him yet?" Jiaobai's voice was unclear.
"It wasn't given to him, he volunteered." Qi Yiliao said lightly, "That night, Old Shen took a fancy to him. I asked him what he thought, and he said he wanted to work another job."
Jiao Bai was stunned. Qi Yiliao didn't need to lie about this matter, it was true.
He couldn't understand why Jiang Yan, who made so much money, still looked so short of money? Why did the lead singer of the band seem to be trying to fill a bottomless pit
Jiang Yan went to Beicheng. Will he continue to make music
Jiaobai was chewing beef jerky, his thoughts drifting back to last year. He remembered that time when the Shen family sent Shen Eran to pick him up, Qi Yiliao asked Zhang Zhen to reveal the situation in Nancheng to him and asked him what choice he would make. It was he who said he wanted to go back to Nancheng.
So Jiang Yan's evaluation of his former employer was not exaggerated. Qi Yiliao was truly a gentleman with good manners.
Suddenly, a desk with the word "restraint" carved on it appeared in front of Jiaobai's eyes. He gulped down the beef jerky and began to daydream.
The room fell into silence unconsciously.
Jiaobai was able to keep staring at Qi Yiliao, but slowly his head drooped in fatigue, and the bag of beef jerky in his hand slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground.
Qi Yiliao raised his eyelids, his bloodshot eyes showing no trace of dullness. He sat up, rubbed his forehead, and glanced at the young man who had knocked his head down: "You woke me up with your questions, but you fell asleep yourself."
The quietly lying bag of beef jerky was stepped on by a slipper, making a startled sound.
The茭白 sitting on the chair didn't wake up.
Qi Yilao straightened his shoulders and back, held the young man's chin with one hand, and moved his slightly bent fingers down to touch his neck, tracing his blood vessels and pulse with his fingertips.
After a while, Qi Yiliao bent down, his black temples brushing against his pale ears, his cold eyes staring into space, and a word came out from his half-pursed lips: "mesnxian."
Jiaobai's face tilted in his palm, eyes closed, unconsciously translating: "Midnight."
"Good boy." Qi Yiliao stood up with a happy smile. His head tilted strangely and his eyes swept across the corners of the room. "Midnight has come, and a new day has arrived."
"Xiaobai, good morning." Qi Yiliao patted the young man's cheeks twice.
The water chestnuts were slapped open.
That move caused his body to fall to the side, and he fell towards Qi Yilao.
If Jiaobai is awake, he is socially dead.
Because his head just hit Qi Yiliao's trouser button, and his face was close to...
Qi Yiliao looked up at the ceiling, his expression was calm and gentle, but the hand that was opened was frozen in mid-air, the fingertips trembled nervously, the joints were cold and stiff. The back of the hand, the forearm, the whole arm, half of the body, the upper body, the lower body, the blood in the whole body was frozen, frozen.
Like a dead object, a piece of finest craftsmanship carved many times by the hand of God.
restraint.
Qi Yiliao loosened his bleeding teeth and muttered in an inaudible voice.
Then, he grabbed the back of the neck of the young man who was still buried in front of him, pulled him away, pushed him onto the back of a chair, and went to the living room with a cigarette case and a lighter.
Jiaobai slept very soundly that night. He didn’t know that he was only one eye away from uncovering the biggest secret of the Patriarch of the Qi family, and only one eye away from death.
Zhang Zhen found some time to take Jiaobai to the temple to worship and got a talisman.
On the way down the mountain, the rope of the茭白 talisman broke and fell off.
The signs of bad luck are so bloody, very much like "Broken Wings".
Zhang Zhen wanted to go back to the temple to ask for another talisman for Jiao Bai, but Jiao Bai refused, and he did not want to wear it. The talisman was not as effective as the "Heavenly Star" on his neck.
However, the necklace is not Jiaobai’s private property.
He had already guessed that this was the bond between the Yu brothers, and he would return it when he saw Yu Xiang.
Zhang Zhen was worried about the broken talisman, so he ate and drank as usual. In the next half month, he repaid Uncle Zhao's kindness, improved the activity level of the Qi family's master and servants, studied hard and made progress every day without any trouble.
until…
One day at noon, Jiaobai returned to the classroom from his homeroom teacher and found that the medicine for treating dermatitis in his desk pocket was gone.
Jiaobai was sitting alone, in the first row of the last group against the wall. He took out everything in his desk pocket, but still couldn't find the medicine.
But he made sure he brought it in the morning.
And not only the medicine was lost, but the damn mask was also gone!
Jiaobai put everything on the desk in order and put them back into the desk pocket. He pulled the chair back, stood up and turned around.
There wasn't much noise in the class, so the rubbing of his chair legs was particularly harsh.
The students who were doing the questions all stopped and looked towards the茭白.
Jiaobai pointed to his desk pocket and asked, "Who took the medicine and mask I put in there?"
No one spoke.
Jiaobai has no violent tendencies. He won't throw a chair against the wall or rant about his incompetence. But he can't just do nothing.
The medicine was given to him by Zhang Zhen. It is very effective for his dermatitis and might be able to cure it.
Water chestnuts are used very economically. I squeeze out a soybean-sized amount each time and apply it little by little. The one I just started using is gone. Isn't this cutting his flesh
"On the day I transferred here, I told you that I had severe dermatitis. Maybe everyone was concentrating on their studies at the time and forgot what they heard." Jiaobai looked at the proud student in terms of academic performance and family background at No. 1 Middle School and said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too low, "Then I'll say it again, my dermatitis is very severe. It's not just summer that I can't stay in the sun. I can't stay in direct sunlight for long in other seasons."
"Today is a nice day. The sun hasn't set yet when school is over. If I don't apply a layer of medicine and wear a mask, my face will itch and blister after I go out for a while. If I scratch it, it will blister..."
As Jiaobai continued to speak, some of the girls showed disgusted expressions and muttered, "You can wait until dark before leaving."
"Yes, I can leave after dark, but what about tomorrow? I'll go to school after dark?" Jiaobai smiled, "Are you going to say again that you won't buy medicine anymore?"
The girl blushed.
Jiaobai ignored her and glanced at the others: "Not only is it difficult to buy medicine, but that's not what I want to worry about right now. I just want to know who rummaged through my desk pocket and took my medicine and mask."
Still no one stood up. Those in the front row were indifferent to what was happening, and those in the back row made various small gestures to show that they were not willing to take it.
Jiaobai nodded: "Okay, I understand."
This was Jiaobai's last sentence, full of the most effective threatening power of his youth, and also one of the most pretentious words.
After school, Jiaobai deliberately went to the toilet. When he appeared at the back door of the classroom, he saw a girl squatting beside his desk stealthily and putting something into his desk pocket.
It was the medicine and masks that had been missing for half a day.
Jiaobai has tasks to do and comes to school purely to take the college entrance examination. He is unwilling to spend time building relationships with his classmates.
At this moment, he didn't make any sound as if he was caught red-handed.
Jiaobai wanted to leave, but the girl was so sensitive that she noticed his presence.
After the noise of tables and chairs overturning, the girl rushed out, threw her schoolbag at Jiaobai, and ran downstairs screaming.
Jiaobai sighed for a long time, this is youth.
He didn't.
I haven't experienced this in my two lifetimes.
When Jiaobai returned to the teacher's apartment, he walked upstairs and someone came down from upstairs. The sound of footsteps...
How should I put it? It seems like he's pretending to be relaxed.
Jiaobai continued to go upstairs. When he reached the stairs leading to the third floor, a figure turned out from the corridor.
He was very tall and thin, wearing a gray-blue trench coat and a black fisherman's hat. A neat section of his hair showed under the hat. He had a beard on his face and his clothes smelled of ink.
He is a sophisticated, literary man.
Jiaobai and he were standing on the stairs, one up and one down, facing each other.
The man in the windbreaker's gaze flowed out from under the wide brim of his hat. His eyes were very sad, and seemed to contain many words.
Jiaobai looked at him without dodging or avoiding.
If you don't say out what's stuck in your stomach and heart, no one will know.
I can't speak.
Then we are strangers.
The afterglow from the small window poured in, resting on the dust in the corridor, swaying like a childhood swing.
The man in the windbreaker slowly moved aside. Jiaobai lifted one leg and stepped onto the stairs, standing where he had stood. Without stopping, he went upstairs without looking back.
Jiaobai opened the door and entered the apartment, then received a call from Zhang Zhen.
Zhang Zhen was on his way: "Bai Bai, Qi San said that a suspicious person entered the apartment. I looked at the photo and it was not Qi Zizhi. I suspect..."
"I met him, it was Qi Lin." Jiaobai threw his schoolbag on the ground.
He was able to say people's names. There was no blood relationship or family affection involved, but rather a sense of guilt and pain in that glance.
There is no one else who can match the number except Qi Lin.
Qi Lin, twenty-four or twenty-five, is an artist who does not rely on the Qi family, but because his family's decline disrupted his life rhythm, he was forced to get involved, and was implicated by Qi Shuang and lost his life. Qi Lin is the money printing machine in "Broken Wings", and Qi Shuang asks him for money to do things.
Jiao Bai didn't know Qi Lin, because in the original book he almost always appeared in phone calls, including calls with Qi Shuang, Qi Zizhi, and the two elders of the Qi family.
Qi Lin took the risk to come and see his resurrected brother, and he must have had indescribable emotions, mostly surprise and guilt. This had nothing to do with Jiao Bai, he was an orphan.
"He didn't do anything to me, don't catch him, let him go." Jiaobai said.
Zhang Zhen gave the order: "Why? If we catch Qi Lin, we will know that Qi Zizhi is a beast..."
Jiaobai stopped him and said, "Don't ask, brother."
Zhang Zhen was softened by the call of "brother" and lost all his principles. He called him back with a stern face, and his tone was reluctant to emphasize: "The second son of the Qi family came here, but he didn't do anything. What is his plan?"
Jiaobai didn't want to mention the relationship between his body and the Qi family. It was boring: "Who knows."
Zhang Zhen said in a deep voice: "Let Qi Lin go, but if Qi Zizhi dares to show up, I will shoot him twice no matter what you say."
Suppressing the evil spirit that was about to come up, he took a deep breath and said, "The Shen family is still looking for the eldest and second sons of the Qi family. We want to kill them all and not leave any of their descendants alive."
Jiaobai sneered, and one wonders what expression Shen Ji's people would have when they find out about this so-called third brother of his.
Life is full of endless drama.
——But we still have to stride forward without looking back and live on.
Zhang Zhen came to No. 1 Middle School, asked Jiao Bai to change out of his school uniform, and took him out to eat, saying that a friend of his was opening a restaurant.
When Jiaobai saw Zhang Zhen at the back door, he discovered that there was a girl next to him.
The two of them stared at each other.
"Brother Zhen, is he the person you are waiting for?" The girl's jaw dropped. "What is this? Is he your relative?"
Zhang Zhen didn't waste any words and said simply: "He lives in Lanmo Mansion."
The girl looked shocked: "Aunt?"
Wild rice: “…”
The girl's name is Zhou Lanlan. Her mother is the second daughter of the Qi family. She is the youngest daughter and calls Qi Yilao uncle.
It doesn't matter.
More importantly, the relationship between classmates is very awkward. It is one-sided for Zhou Lanlan.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me, aunt, you have to forgive me. I saw you reject my little sister's confession and made her cry, so I was furious and did something so outrageous."
Zhou Lanlan beat her chest and said, "Really? I deserve to die. Although I have returned your medicine and mask to you, I was still wrong. I am so vicious at such a young age. I don't deserve to be a member of the Qi family. I have decided to punish myself by eating and drinking like crazy for a month without losing weight starting from today..."
Jiaobai pulled Zhang Zhen, who was used to it, and took her away, quickly.
Zhang Zhen peeled a candy for him.
"Aunt, when did you and my uncle develop a relationship?" Zhou Lanlan carried a schoolbag on one shoulder and wore a school uniform jacket that looked free and easy. "Do you usually call him brother or uncle? The age difference is quite big. Fortunately, it's not the first round, otherwise it would be a first round of love... Wow, I can't believe it, I have an aunt..."
Jiaobai couldn't stand it anymore and gave her a chestnut.
"Ouch!" Zhou Lanlan covered her head with her hands. "Oh my god, it hurts so much!"
Jiaobai held the phone under Zhou Lanlan's eyes, found Qi Yiliao's number and clicked it, then raised the phone in front of her: "Third brother, your niece is in the same class as me, Zhou Lanlan, you asked me how we are getting along?"
Zhou Lanlan kept winking: Just say it’s good!
"Not good, she called someone on purpose." Jiaobai moved the phone closer to his ear and pretended to give it to Zhou Lanlan, "Your uncle has something to tell you."
Zhou Lanlan ran as fast as she could, she seemed to be chased by demons and ghosts, she ran so fast that she screamed like a ghost and howled like a wolf.
Jiaobai slowly put down his phone and he didn't even dial the number.
There is actually a fool in the Qi family.
"Bai Bai," Zhang Zhen straightened his brother's hair, "Zhou Lanlan's mother is the dean of the research institute. She has to stay at Lan Mo Mansion for a few days. You should not go there this weekend to avoid running into her. It will be another trouble."
Jiaobai put the phone back into his pocket. Qi Yilao didn't have many roles in the comics, let alone the Qi family.
The place name "Research Institute" did not appear in the original book, Jiaobai was very sure about it.
It's out now.
There is only one possibility.
It is related to the Qi family and Qi Yilao.
Jiaobai absentmindedly followed Zhang Zhen to his friend's place.
The restaurant is in a good location in Xicheng, facing Shengxi Square and backing onto the pedestrian street. On the first day of opening, there were various discounts and the customer flow was very good. Zhang Zhen took Jiaobai to the private room on the third floor.
"In addition to Third Brother's second sister, his aunt has also returned from abroad. Lan Mo's house has set up a dinner tonight," Zhang Zhen held Jiao Bai in his arms, "I hope Third Brother will be less bothered, otherwise he may come to the school to look for you tonight."
Jiaobai was still thinking about the research institute and didn't really listen to what Zhang Zhen said.
Zhang Zhen suddenly stopped for some reason. Jiao Bai, who was held by him, also stopped passively: "Why don't you move?"
After asking, Jiaobai had the answer.
Several people came over, all young men and women. One of them was a man in a sweater, looking at his phone as he walked, as if waiting for someone's call. He was wearing makeup, and the corners of his eyes were carefully made to droop, with an innocent and cute arc.
Even his originally clear lip lines became blurred, making him look naive and innocent.
When Jiaobai looked over, the man's accomplices also noticed him. They all showed surprised expressions and started whispering to each other.
The man raised his head as if he had noticed something, and his expression changed the next moment.
Fakes and authentic products meet unexpectedly.
Jiao Bai felt that it was quite sudden, and he had no other thoughts after that. He had said goodbye to that old dog Shen Ji last year, and his private life had nothing to do with him. He pulled Zhang Zhen towards the group of people and greeted them calmly.
"Which private room is it?" Jiaobai asked Zhang Zhen.
Zhang Zhen came back to his senses: "306." There are bound to be similar strangers in the world. This is only at first glance. If you look at it for a while longer, they will no longer be similar. His Baibai is unique.
"Sir... well, I just finished my meal, I know... Yes, I miss you..."
When the man was brushing shoulders with Jiaobai, his cell phone rang. He immediately stopped where he was and answered it, with a look of happiness on his face, as if he was being pampered.
While speaking, he glanced at Jiaobai intentionally or unintentionally.
Jiaobai had a look of astonishment on his face. What was this person doing? As a chess piece, wasn't his job to enter the Shen family to replace Qi Shuang's role, with the purpose of becoming Shen Ji's bedmate and stealing Shen's secrets for Cen Jingmo
Why do you look at me with such hostility and jealousy in your eyes? It's all so dramatic, is there anything wrong with that
What the hell is this
"Mrs. Shen--"
The manager jumped over the wild rice and caught up with the man who was still on the phone.