Sunday.
Jia Zhiqing went out and asked the reporter's girlfriend to eat love spicy hot pot.
Ever since he knew that Xiaobai once invited Yan Suang to eat Malatang, he privately believed that Malatang's identity is noble, its status is lofty, its moral character is noble, and the only thing that is low is its price.
— what an endearing quality.
Because his position was changed from agent to agent assistant, his salary was reduced by nearly one-third, so he and Xiaobai recently began to advocate the traditional virtue of thrift.
Xiaobai finished packing at home alone, chopped Chinese cabbage and cooked a pot of rice cake soup.
Without Jia Zhiqing, his life suddenly quieted down.
Turn on the tape recorder, put in the treasured tapes, and listen to the nostalgia of old songs. This is his favorite life.
If Jia Zhiqing was here, he would definitely scoff at these old songs from the 1970s and 1980s. Then turn out the booming music to test the tolerance of the upstairs and downstairs neighbors to noise.
Although he has tried many times, and each time the results show that their tolerance is not high.
The rice cake soup was ready, and he had just taken a bite when there was an untimely knock on the door.
There will be a knock on the door at this time, and Jia Zhiqing will not be the second person to think about it. Forgetting the keys is also a common case for him.
So Xiaobai naturally ran to open the door in his crumpled pajamas that cost ten yuan a set on the street.
But the person behind the door took him by surprise.
"Yan Suang?"
Yan Su'ang said with a wry smile: "At any rate, we are friends over two meals, there is no need to call each other by first name and even have a surname."
Xiaobai followed kindness and said, "Great God."
…
He thought that he was immune to this name after being called by a great god for so many years, but he didn't expect to feel an unprecedented awkwardness when he heard it from his mouth today. He sighed, "Let's go."
Xiao Bai was stunned, "Where are you going?"
"Gao Qin didn't tell you?" He frowned. With Gao Qin's watertight personality, it's impossible not to say hello in advance.
Xiaobai shook his head, then took out his mobile phone from his wide pajama pants with an "ah", and found that it had already rested due to excessive hunger. "The phone is dead."
"Then let's go." Yan Su'ang grabbed his hand and was about to go outside.
Xiaobai clamped the door panel with his legs, and withdrew his hand desperately, "Where are you going?"
"Just follow me."
"No, I have to charge it first. Otherwise Brother Gao Qin will be worried." He freed up one hand, desperately pressed against the door panel, and retreated inward.
"He'll be sad and I'm going crazy." Yan Su'ang grabbed his hand too hard, afraid of scratching him, and afraid of wasting time and missing the press conference, so she couldn't help but bend down and hook him with her arm legs, and hugged him horizontally.
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Xiaobai's eyes almost came out of the window, "What are you doing?"
God... must be very rich, right? It shouldn't be burglary, right
Though he thought so, he emphasized, "I'm poor. I don't have anything of value."
Yan Su'ang carried him into the house, looked around to make sure that the gas was not turned on for cooking, and then went out with confidence and closed the door.
Xiaobai looked at him inexplicably, and said, "What are you going to do?"
Yan Su'ang smiled, "Isn't it a robbery?"
"... You didn't take anything."
"I have." His voice was suddenly low, "I took the most valuable treasure in the house."
Xiaobai thought hard, "The telephone in Zhiqing's room? Or the iron I put on the cabinet? When did you get it? Where did you put it?"
…
Yan Su'ang frustrated: "No, I didn't take anything."
The further you went down, the louder and louder the voices became.
Xiaobai suddenly realized that he came in vertically and went out horizontally, struggling uncomfortably: "Put me down."
"Don't let go." Yan Su'ang's arms tightened, "What if I let go and you run away?"
Xiaobai tugged at his pajamas and protested, "At least let me change."
"It's okay, there is a place for you to change."
The corridor entrance was just in front of him, seeing someone walking up, Xiaobai immediately turned his head and buried it in Yan Su'ang's chest.
Even though his face was buried, his ears were still exposed to listen to the movement, he only heard the friendly greeting from the aunt upstairs: "Yan Su'ang, hello, let's go out?"
Yan Suang said: "Yes."
"Then you go slowly."
"Okay, thank you."
The two seem to have been neighbors for many years, and the tone of the conversation couldn't be more normal.
It wasn't until Yan Su'ang opened the car door and put Xiao Bai in the car that the aunt seemed to be freed from the illusion, and murmured: "That one just now was... the Great God?"
So, as soon as Yan Su'ang got into the car, she saw the aunt rushing down while screaming like she was on a stimulant, "Master, master, master..."
Xiaobai flung himself in front of the window, looking at the running figure of the aunt, turned her head and said to Yan Suang: "She is looking for you."
"Say hello to her later." Yan Su'ang slammed on the accelerator, and the car galloped away like a wild horse.
Under the scorching sun, only a melancholy figure was left sweating profusely.
After parking the car and entering the hotel, Yan Suang neatly went to the front desk to get the key, and then waited for the elevator to go upstairs.
The elevator door is as clean as a mirror, from which you can see Xiaobai following behind him step by step.
My heart softened inexplicably.
Xiaobai looked down at his pajamas, tugged at his sleeves and said in a low voice, "It seems like I can't enter a hotel like this."
Yan Su'ang turned his head to look at the assistant manager and concierge who were looking here, put his arms around his shoulders and said, "Don't worry, I'm here."
Xiao Bai was startled, and immediately squeezed in front of him, "That's right, cover it for me."
… Well, for a strange reason, but it worked out well.
When Yan Su'ang put one hand on Xiaobai's waist, she thought with relief.
After entering the room, Yan Suang hurriedly pushed Xiaobai into the bathroom to take a shower.
Although Xiaobai was at a loss, he still did it.
Yan Su'ang picked up the phone, and was about to find a makeup artist, but heard the rattle of the water brush in the bathroom.
As a result, a certain great god's shameful heart fluttered.
Until the sound of water disappeared, the phone receiver in Yan Su'ang's hand was still far away from his ear.
"Okay." Xiaobai came out of the bathroom, still wearing pajamas like the old man's.
Yan Su'ang came back to his senses, "Why are you still wearing this?"
"???" Xiao Bai frowned, "Because I don't want to run naked."
streaking? ! ! !
What a beautiful picture that is...
Yan Su'ang suddenly grabbed the pillow at the head of the bed, hugged her in her arms, coughed dryly and said: "You, you go to the bathroom first, I'll get you clothes."
Xiaobai let out an "oh" and went back obediently.
After the door was closed, Yan Su'ang took a deep breath, and after a while, he took off the pillow, and after confirming that the tent was razed to the ground, he got up and took out the clothes and pants that he had prepared earlier from the cabinet.
He walked to the bathroom, but the door suddenly opened from inside.
Xiaobai stood in front of him, wearing a pair of underpants.
Yan Su'ang was dumbfounded, "Did you take it off too quickly?" Then, his eyes moved to the only fabric on his whole body, "It's just not thorough."
Xiao Bai followed his gaze, "Do you want to take it off?"
Yan Su'ang swallowed hard, and said expectantly: "Is it possible?"
"Yes." Xiaobai nodded, then took the underwear from him, and closed the door.
…
The frosted glass on the bathroom door is an eyesore.
Yan Su'ang thumped the wall depressedly, "You clearly said yes!"
"Yeah. I took it off." In the bathroom, Xiao Bai was naked and flipped through his underwear, "But there is no underwear."
…
In other words, now Xiaobai is...
Yan Su'ang raised his head abruptly, staring at the door with piercing eyes, as if he wanted to burn two holes in it.
After all, the door did not burn a hole, and the door was pulled open directly.
Xiaobai was wearing a snow-white suit with a pink lace shirt inside. He looked like Baixue who came out of a fairy tale... Uh, like a prince. Purity reveals nobility, and nobility also contains purity. It's so bright you can't take your eyes off it.
Yan Su'ang was startled, then said: "I think, I don't need to find a makeup artist."
His Xiaobai's skin is so good that he doesn't need any foundation at all, and his eyes are naturally watery, and eyeliner will only make him gaudy.
—His Xiaobai.
Well, he likes that word.
When I was more and more satisfied with watching, and more and more satisfied, Xiao Bai suddenly said, "Are you looking for me to be your best man?"
…
Yan Su'ang's smile immediately froze, and his voice seemed to have been frozen in the freezer for three days and three nights, "Why do you think so?"
"Why else would you be wearing a suit?"
"Maybe you're the groom?!" Why the best man, not the groom
—his little groom.
Well, he likes that word too.
Xiao Bai blinked, "Who is that bride?"
bride
Yan Su'ang was even more depressed, "Why the bride, the groom and the groom?"
…
Xiao Bai looked at him silently for a while, then suddenly asked: "Did your bride run away with someone else, so you are in a bad mood?"
After that sentence, Yan Su'ang just dragged him downstairs in a wordless way.
Xiaobai followed behind anxiously, and couldn't help asking where he was going several times, but the only answer he had was a face that stinks so badly.
Walking to the conference room on the second floor, Gao Qin was sitting behind the table with his legs crossed and eyes closed.
Yan Su'ang stepped on the carpet and walked in front of him without a sound, and suddenly slapped the table, and all the cups on the table jumped together.
Gao Qin's shoulders trembled, Shi Shi suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at his hands with a mocking look, "Don't bear the pain in your hands."
Yan Su'ang quickly put his red palms behind him, turned his head coldly and said: "There is still half an hour, don't be late." After finishing speaking, he walked out coolly.
Gao Qin looked at his back as he walked away, curiously asked Xiao Bai who was standing aside, "What's wrong with him?"
Xiaobai shook his head in confusion at first, and then guessed: "I don't know. Maybe getting married is too nervous."
…
Gao Qin rubbed his chin, gloated and said, "I probably know why he's in a bad mood."