GBT Chapter 95

Jiao Bai asked Chen Yiming to record audio, but Chen Yiming took it upon himself to bring a small camera and record a video.

That video almost killed Jiao Bai.

It was an exaggeration, an overstatement. Part of the video’s content was within his expectations, and part was outside of them. In short, it was a case of: reaping what you sow.

In “Broken Wings,” when Shen Er An took over, his father was already middle-aged. His scenes ended when he was forty-five years old, bedridden in a small, dilapidated house, with no one to care for him. What happened after was not elaborated on, only the “sighs” in the news were used to describe his life. That was the unified official assessment of a fallen business tycoon. Even a billionaire businessman faced a miserable decline.

Jiao Bai only learned from the World Roof that Shen Ji actually had a later life. The stray dog lived long enough, and even with an official match, his nature didn’t change. It was like the gong in a HE ending of a scum-and-abuse comic stealing a lover, taking a bath, and going home in a new episode. Before dying, he still blamed his son, whom he had never acknowledged or cared for, blamed Qi Shuang, the wife his mother had chosen for him, blamed old friends, blamed this and that.

The comic didn’t reveal in detail how miserable Shen Ji was after losing his position, but the video Chen Yiming filmed filled in Jiao Bai’s regrets.

To deal with an absolute old-fashioned dictator, you should let him watch his empire change hands with his own eyes, his friends defect, and all his proud glory and power be stripped away. That’s what truly breaks the heart.

Getting the dedicated, professional, and life-preserving lackey Chen Yiming to stab his master Shen Ji was the right move.

Jiao Bai lay in the hospital bed, headphones in, re-watching the video. Shen Ji’s pain was touched by Chen Yiming’s emotional analysis. He was unwilling to face the reality that from beginning to end, it was all a self-inflicted drama, a self-humiliating situation. The powerless retort, “What do you understand? I love him,” and the subsequent soliloquy about separating love and sex, were all textbook examples of a scum gong.

“I’m just relaxing physically, my heart is only for you, isn’t that enough? Why are you so insatiable? I don’t want to hit you, it’s because you won’t get along with me properly.”

Tsk tsk tsk.

This melodramatic comic, like most scum-abuse stories, devoted two-thirds of its content to torturing the shou, in a variety of detailed ways, abusing both body and mind. The gong’s side, because the perspective wasn’t as focused on him, was abused more subtly and omitted details, so the abusive plotlines on both sides were unequal, which made people feel it wasn’t enough. However, it didn’t force a HE ending, so it could be said to have no flaws.

Like some of the melodramatic HE comics Jiao Bai unfortunately stumbled into in his previous life, they were truly something else. The gong in the later stages would get into a car accident for the sake of the shou, or block a knife for the shou, which could be considered a bit of injury. Some were outrageous, like the gong being diagnosed with a terminal illness and about to die, shocking the outside world. The shou, who had already escaped to another place to live, with a crippled leg, a missing kidney, and raising a child alone, saw the news report, ran to the hospital, and cried in front of the bed, saying, “Don’t die, I forgive you, don’t die.” As a result, it was found that the gong had been misdiagnosed, and the two hugged each other tightly, grateful and thankful.

Just…???

There were also some where the shou was abused by the gong, developing a body full of ailments. Having no love for the gong, he left. From then on, the gong dismissed all his little lovers, not even keeping the one who had been with him the longest. He didn’t go out to party, didn’t socialize, and devoted himself to work. When he came home, there was no lamp lit for him, no table of food kept warm for him. When he was sick, he called out the shou’s name, but no one poured him water.

Friends and subordinates: “Why are you torturing yourself so much?”

Fans of the scum gong: “So pitiful, I can’t stand it, don’t abuse him, it’s too terrible.”

Just…???

Jiao Bai watched the video, and this was right for Shen Ji. The stinking gutter paired with the once domineering king of the business world, the arrogant and self-righteous brain-dead, the violent tyrant with a black belt in bully president punching, the current prisoner and loser. This was the correct sequel.

When Chen Yiming sent the video, he told Jiao Bai that Shen Ji had fallen into a ditch and was crying, saying he wanted to see him, asking when he would come.

See his ass.

Just because he cried, does that make him great? Who hasn’t cried? The night he first entered this world, before he even started the mission, he was forced to kneel and put on shoes, his old tailbone injury was pressed, and he was so in pain that he went stupid and cried, his face covered in cold sweat and tears.

His hatred started from that moment. Long before the mission even began.

Having finally escaped the dog collar, his initial plan was to enter Three Middle School, study in his senior year, and take the college entrance examination. In that year, he would first take care of Shen Er An, and after going to college, he would then find a way to take care of Li Jue, the remaining student on the list.

But what happened? Who the hell showed up in his rented house in the middle of the night like a vengeful ghost, picked him up with his fractured ribs, threw him on the bed, causing him so much pain that he cried and cried, and then forcibly dragged him away and imprisoned him in Shang Ming Garden.

Not only were his study and mission plans disrupted, but he was also tortured in various ways while healing his ribs, causing his hatred to explode.

Damn it, he had to push himself forward! After surviving the sea journey, he studied hard for half a year. Not long after the college entrance examination, he was inexplicably disgusted again, from West City to North City, and then to Li Jue’s grandmother’s place in the countryside, repeatedly pushing himself forward, like dog poop that couldn’t be shaken off. It was as if they were lifelong soulmates, unable to live without each other. A cage was locked, an iron chain was tied, and he was called a slutty bitch, with a series of personal and physical humiliations.

I’m not some Saint Mary with a halo illuminating the earth, indiscriminately feeling sorry for people. The slutty shou’s mother opened the door for the slutty shou, they’re sluts to the core. Do you think I’d go see you just because you shed two drops of tears? What are you thinking? Are you an old man losing his mind?

Jiao Bai, a person who clearly distinguished between gratitude and resentment, and who repaid kindness and vengeance, didn’t even want to personally take revenge on Shen Ji. It was a waste of time. He felt that the crimes Shen Ji had made him suffer in the past year or so, which he had written down in his notebook, had been given a barely satisfactory ending.

Let it be.

Among the five people who had entered the group, only Shen Ji’s self-description of “If life could be relived” in his old age dream was still full of abuse and indulgence. He would still be the same scum if he relived his life, he couldn’t change, he was just that kind of maggot.

It was impossible for him to feel remorse, regret, or unbearable pain. The knives that Chen Yiming had brought were about the limit.

Jiao Bai erased the part about Shen Ji from his notebook.

Let that old thing that even rats found smelly continue to dream of regaining power, making a comeback, and returning in glory with his domineering aura, and let him fend for himself.

As for the line with the official match, Xiao He, it didn’t matter whether it came out or not, it had nothing to do with his mission.

Jiao Bai took off his headphones. People like Shen Ji could live to old age, not be known for Red Bull and forearms, not have a conflict with the protagonist gong, and not have any involvement with the protagonist shou. Qi Yi Liao, who had retreated in time, didn’t.

Was there really no cure for hereditary diseases…

Jiao Bai thought that after his injury improved, the blood color of the cat’s fur was still very heavy, and had not returned to its previous snow-white color. This showed that Qi Yi Liao’s desire for life had not risen.

Had Qi Yi Liao’s premature awakening caused irreversible damage?

Jiao Bai called Qi Er in to inquire about Qi Yi Liao’s biennial physical examination at the research institute.

Qi Er scratched his head, “Young Master Bai, I’m just a servant, how would I know about Master Qi’s situation?”

“That’s right.” Jiao Bai remembered that Shen Ji had said that Qi Yi Liao would only wake up in a week. He couldn’t accurately sense the passage of time in the iron cage, and didn’t know how many days had passed when Shen Ji later said that Qi Yi Liao had woken up early.

“Then how many days did he stay in the research institute?” Jiao Bai asked.

Qi Er told the truth, “The afternoon of the day after your accident, Master Qi came out of the research institute and called all of us together for a meeting. After that, he was busy handling the Qi family’s news, searching for your news, and fighting Shen Corporation. He fainted twice.”

“Master Qi was too tired. Young Master Bai, don’t worry, when you get better, he will definitely get better too.” Qi Er said quickly. After saying that, his old face turned red. Would this be considered an assist? He took another look at Young Master Bai, who was in a daze, and didn’t know if he had heard him.

Jiao Bai only came back to his senses after a long time. He waved his hand to let Qi Er out.

How could it be so many days earlier… Jiao Bai thought, reaching for his neck, but his hand grabbed nothing.

Since the person in power at Shen Corporation had changed, the business situation had been changing. Qi Yi Liao wasn’t a idle person, he couldn’t come to the hospital every day, his frequency was once every two days. Each time, he came after work, pushing aside social engagements.

When Jiao Bai saw him, his mind was filled with the seven words “Qi Yi Liao fainted twice,” which kept flashing across his screen.

“Third Brother, why does your mouth have a minty taste?” Jiao Bai sniffed when Qi Yi Liao got close to him.

“Candy,” Qi Yi Liao said.

Jiao Bai’s eyes narrowed. Why did the old pervert suddenly start eating candy? Was he trying to hide some taste?

It wasn’t his fault for thinking that way.

One of the standard features of melodramatic comics was coughing up blood. He was afraid that Qi Yi Liao had also started coughing, that there was a bloody taste in his mouth, and that he was using candy to cover it up.

The words “Qi Yi Liao fainted twice” started flashing across Jiao Bai’s brain again. He closed his eyes irritably, not wanting to look at the blood cat who was looking at him sadly, and the cat owner who was gazing at him elegantly.

“The candy was taken from the nurses’ station, to refresh myself,” Qi Yi Liao said languidly, his long legs wrapped in Western trousers bent in front of the hospital bed, his sitting posture was lazy, “What’s wrong, does Xiao Bai not like mint?” His voice contained fatigue, “Okay, Uncle won’t sit by the bed, I’ll stay away from you.”

“Just sit there,” Jiao Bai couldn’t help but open his eyes, only to find that the old pervert hadn’t gotten up!

Qi Yi Liao smiled, “How are you feeling today?”

“So-so,” Jiao Bai pursed his lips. He organized his words, trying not to be emotional when mentioning the physical examination at the research institute, and asked if there were any side effects.

Qi Yi Liao raised his eyebrows and sighed, “Xiao Bai is concerned about people.”

Jiao Bai: “…” Haven’t I always been? You make it sound like I’ve been ignoring you.

“There will be a few side effects, but they will be metabolized slowly, it’s not a big deal,” Qi Yi Liao said dismissively.

Jiao Bai expected that Qi Yi Liao wouldn’t tell the truth, so he closed his eyes again, not saying a word.

The sound of paper turning sounded by the bed, and Jiao Bai felt a weight on the quilt in front of him. A book had been placed on it, and the corner of the book swept across his chin.

Jiao Bai didn’t react.

A piece of the pillow sank down next to him. Qi Yi Liao leaned over, pressing his arm, “Why are you angry?”

“The people in the research institute are all monsters, the drugs they injected you with must be very powerful. Can you really metabolize the side effects of resisting the drugs?” Jiao Bai asked instead of answering, his tone not well controlled, a bit aggressive.

“Heh,” Qi Yi Liao said in his ear, “Then what does Xiao Bai want to hear me say?”

Jiao Bai was speechless.

“People have to live in the moment and do what’s in front of them,” Qi Yi Liao covered the hand-copied book on the young man’s thin white face, his fingertips stroking his lips through the book, “Read a book for Uncle, be good.”

Jiao Bai opened his eyes and looked at that page of the book, “It’s in German, how would I know it?”

Qi Yi Liao frowned, “Didn’t I teach you?”

Jiao Bai looked at him with twitching corners of his mouth, “No.”

“Then we won’t read it this time,” Qi Yi Liao closed the book, “Tomorrow I’ll call a German teacher to come and teach you.”

Jiao Bai was too weak to retort, “Master Qi, I’m still a patient.”

“It’s not suitable to be in contact with electronic products often during the recuperation period,” Qi Yi Liao ruffled his hair, “You’re bored in the hospital, you can take the opportunity to learn something.”

Jiao Bai bared his teeth, “Learn, learn, learn, I’ll learn.”

Damn it, wouldn’t he have to learn all the hand-copied books in various languages on the bookshelf on the first floor of Lan Mo Mansion?

Wouldn’t he become a language genius? Could he not master this skill?

Jiao Bai glanced at Qi Yi Liao’s avatar, its activity jumping back and forth on the edge of 35.

The cat’s third eyelid protruded, covering half of its eyeball.

Whether it was about to die or completely dead, it had never shown its third eyelid before.

Now, it was as if it was saying, “I just have a common illness that can be treated.”

Jiao Bai shouted to Qi Yi Liao, who had walked to the table, “Third Brother, when will we play that game again?”

“When you recover from your injuries,” Qi Yi Liao took a…

Paper dragonfly, from the black gift bag he had brought.

It was folded from sky-blue colored paper, with fine workmanship, and the dragonfly was lifelike.

“This was sent to you by your friend,” Qi Yi Liao returned to the bed with the paper dragonfly pinched between his fingers, and placed it on the quilt.

Jiao Bai gave a noncommittal smile, “You came to the hospital just to bring me the paper dragonfly that Shen Er An folded for me?”

Qi Yi Liao turned around to get water from the water dispenser.

Jiao Bai glared at his back, his tone approaching like a wild wolf hunting, “Is that right?”

At this time, the lights were just beginning to come on, and you could see a scene of tall buildings lit up outside the window. The light in the ward was extremely bright, giving people the feeling of being in the scorching sun, with rapid breathing, a racing heart, hot limbs, and a damp back.

Qi Yi Liao poured half a glass of cold water and drank it down in one gulp. Only then did the dryness and itchiness in his throat ease slightly. He tilted his head, the lines of his profile handsome and charming, “No.”

“Bringing you the dragonfly is secondary,” Qi Yi Liao put the water glass on the table and tapped it twice with his fingers, “Secondary.”

Jiao Bai locked eyes with Qi Yi Liao for a few moments. He tugged the corners of his mouth lightly, revealing a smile, and said abruptly, “When will I have the laser surgery on my ankle?”

Qi Yi Liao glanced at him, “Are you in a hurry?”

“Very much,” Jiao Bai flicked the dragonfly on his body, “Can we do it today? It’s perfect that you’re here.”

Qi Yi Liao pressed his brow and smiled gently, “Then let’s do it.”

Jiao Bai even had anesthesia for removing the two letters “SJ.” It still hurt even with the anesthesia.

Although the area wasn’t large, the letters were carved too deep, the coloring was also deep, and the surface was rough, like branding a low-ranking slave. He didn’t even know what medicine was applied. There would be scars even after it was removed.

This physical pain. Jiao Bai would have to endure it once in a while, for several months before it was over.

When the letters were gone, Jiao Bai hired a tattoo artist to come to the hospital.

That day, there was an extra firefly on Jiao Bai’s ankle. When the area around the firefly was no longer red and swollen, he asked Qi Er to take a picture of it and send it to Zhang Zhen.

Qi Er really did that. He was now following Jiao Bai’s lead in everything.

After receiving the photo, Zhang Zhen checked the precautions after getting a tattoo as soon as possible. He wrote them all down in his notebook before sending the photo to Third Brother.

In the conference room, Qi Yi Liao was listening to a subordinate’s project plan. The phone pressed against his leg vibrated.

He didn’t bring the phone he used for handling official matters into the conference room. It was with his first secretary. The one in his pocket was for private matters.

Qi Yi Liao’s gaze shifted from the tablet to the phone screen between his fingers. He looked at the screensaver photo for a long time, then unlocked it with a sweep of his finger and opened the photo sent by Zhang Zhen.

A section of ankle came into his view.

There was a firefly on that ankle. It was hanging its head, its two pairs of wings gently raised.

It looked like it was about to fly away in the next moment.

It also seemed as if it had flown across mountains and rivers before stopping on that section of ankle, its wings not yet closed.

–It will stay here for a long time.

Pale white and blue-green formed a world, fragile yet tenacious.

Qi Yi Liao turned off his phone and continued looking at the tablet.

After a while, he lowered his head and swiped open the phone screen, with two figures smoking together, and lowered his eyes to look at that world.

The screen that lit up was turned off.

Before long, that world appeared under his eyes again.

A high-level executive, who was confidently and excitedly talking about the project plan, stole a glance at something and his eyes almost popped out. He glanced again and, after confirming, said to the colleagues on both sides of the conference table: “The chairman is looking at his phone.”

He mouthed the words one by one, silently, making the shape of his mouth especially large.

The executives looked at each other. Then let’s look at our phones for a while too, to relax a bit.

So in the conference room, each of the elites took out their phones and adjusted the mode. Those who had wives looked for their wives, those who didn’t have wives looked for Weibo, and those who didn’t play Weibo looked at their Moments.

A gaze swept down from above. The executives hurriedly put away their phones and sat up straight. Before they could put on a good show, they heard the chairman say: “Two-minute break.”

The executives’ bodies, which had been tense under their suits, collapsed. Then they heard the chairman say: “Go out and do some activities.”

So they lightly pulled their office chairs and stood up, and left the office properly.

“No overtime this week,” the chairman’s voice came from behind, his tone loose.

The executives couldn’t maintain their serious expressions. In the second half of the year, there was first the confrontation between Nan Shen and Xi Qi, fighting for a big government project, and then a large number of Qi family scandals appeared, causing Qi’s stock price to fall to an unprecedented level, and it remained low for more than a month. Everyone had become old men and women.

Although the treatment was usually excellent beyond words, and the chairman occasionally gave them a raise, they had never thought of leaving Qi’s when it was in trouble. But these past few months have been really tiring, and now they can finally not work overtime!

The executives immediately lost their composure. They huddled in and out of the conference room door, hugging each other’s heads and shoulders, speechless and choked with sobs.

Qi Yi Liao looked at the photo, and the lips that didn’t have much blood in them curved up. “This year’s annual meeting, you are allowed to bring one family member.”

“…” The executives exchanged glances with each other. They quickly extracted the information. Chairman, annual meeting, bring family members. Put it all together, and it means: The chairman has family members, and he will bring them to the annual meeting.

The first secretary was pushed to the door of Zhang Zhen’s office by the melon-loving girls of the secretary’s office. She straightened her professional outfit collar, fiddled with the stray hairs by her ear, knocked on the door and went in, and conveyed the questions from the melon-loving girls in a standard manner, “Mr. Pillow, who is the little fairy next to the chairman at this stage…”

The beauty’s face darkened. “My brother.”

The first secretary lost her professional demeanor for the first time, and sang a high note in the office, “You have been promoted to Imperial Uncle?”

Zhang Zhen: “…”

“Don’t talk nonsense.” His sick white face was full of seriousness.

The first secretary made a gesture of zipping her lips, and at the same time returned a “I understand” look.

After that, the first secretary left with heavy steps.

It wasn’t so bad not to eat the melon, but the trouble was that the melon had been eaten. It was sweet, juicy, and fragrant, but you had to close your mouth tightly and cover your nose so that no one would find out that you had eaten the melon.

This year, some people were as busy as last year, so busy that they still had so little money in their cards. Some people succeeded in love, some people divorced, some people died unexpectedly, and some people were born with difficulty. There are all kinds of people in the world, and too many stories are staged every day.

Jiao Bai felt like he hadn’t done anything, and autumn had passed. He hadn’t done anything, and winter had come.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the end of the year.

Jiao Bai was discharged from the hospital on a snowy day, in a wheelchair. He was carried into the car by Zhang Zhen, and watched the snowy scenery all the way back to Lan Mo Mansion.

What greeted him was a castle draped in silver gauze and a hot pot with an old chicken soup base.

There was an extra chair customized specifically for Jiao Bai next to the dining table, which could protect his tailbone. He sat on it comfortably and ate a hot pot meal, and couldn’t help but touch his bulging belly and sigh, “It’s good to be alive.”

“Bai Bai,” Zhang Zhen took advantage of his happiness to say something, “After the New Year, I want to ask Third Brother for a leave of absence for a while.”

“Sure,” Jiao Bai turned his head to meet the expectation in his eyes, “To stay at home and accompany me.”

Zhang Zhen smiled, “Yeah!”

The hot air from the hot pot was rising, and in front of Jiao Bai was a high and narrow window. He looked up and could see a patch of snowy sky. The hot pot was set off to be even more delicious, and it was even more comfortable to stay in Lan Mo Mansion with heating.

“Brother,” Jiao Bai put his arm around Zhang Zhen’s neck and rubbed his thin and bony shoulders through his thin top, “How often do you see a doctor now?”

“I go every week.” Zhang Zhen scooped lettuce strips out of the pot with a spoon. His expression was still okay, but his eyes turned towards Jiao Bai.

“When I can stand up and walk, I’ll go with you,” Jiao Bai said.

“Dang.”

The spoon in Zhang Zhen’s hand fell into the pot, and he sat there blankly.

Jiao Bai hugged him.

Zhang Zhen grabbed Jiao Bai’s hand and covered his face.

There was a wet and hot liquid in the palm of his hand. Jiao Bai paused, and he thought of the condition he had extorted from the little assistant again. It was a headache, really a headache. At that time, during the day, he braved the pinched neck and the three ribs that hadn’t healed to walk from the hospital to Xi Yuan. At night, he was punished by kneeling in the Shen family’s ancestral hall, and he was punished with thirty whips when he returned. His body, spirit, and mind were all injured. He just wanted to get rid of the dog shit in the world of rich families and run away, and never interact with anyone again. He didn’t know that he would later make friends and have people he couldn’t bear to lose.

How proud he was at first, how regretful he was later.

Jiao Bai sent himself a sentence. The little assistant said that the condition he had mentioned couldn’t be voided, and he could only wait until that time to find a way out.

There should be a way out, right? He had survived, hadn’t he?

“Brother, your phone is ringing in your pocket,” Jiao Bai called Zhang Zhen.

Zhang Zhen let go of Jiao Bai’s hand. He lowered his head to look at his phone. His pair of peach blossom eyes were red, his eyelashes were wet with salty tears, and his eyebrows were knotted.

He was both pure, beautiful, and vicissitudes of life.

Jiao Bai leaned against the special chair, his pale face flushed by the hot pot. His eyelids were about to start fighting. He was sleepy.

“Bai Bai, it’s Yu Xiang’s phone,” Zhang Zhen held the phone to Jiao Bai’s ear, “It’s not him on the other end, it’s his brother.”

Jiao Bai propped up his eyelashes, “Yu Ling?”

A low reply sounded from the other end of the phone, “It’s me.”

Yu Ling said that he had concealed Jiao Bai’s matter from his brother, “I’m watching him abroad, I’m sorry I couldn’t return to China.”

“Just take good care of your brother,” Jiao Bai said, “The Cen family and the Shen family and the Qi family are cooperating to deal with the Shen Corporation is already a thing of the past. Now the Cen family and the two families are not allies. Do you understand what I mean?”

Yu Ling was silent for a while, “I work for the Cen family, you live in the Qi family, and you are good friends with Little Shen Director, our positions are different, is that what you mean?”

“I hope you find a way to get out as soon as possible, the Cen family will lose.” Jiao Bai said everything, he had inadvertently revealed the plot, he didn’t know if there would be a penalty. He waited and waited, but didn’t wait for the assistant’s warning. He was frightened into a cold sweat.

There was noise on Yu Ling’s end. Yu Xiang was asking for something. He hung up the phone in a hurry and went to deal with it. After a while, he called again.

“I stayed in the Cen family because I thought that in case Cen Jing Mo wanted to use you to provoke a fight between several forces, I could help you,” Yu Ling said.

“Stop it,” Jiao Bai yawned, “If it really develops to that point, you won’t be able to help me either. It’s not that I doubt your strength, but you have a younger brother, and he has already been exposed. You are not an isolated person who is full when he eats, but the whole family is not hungry. Cen Jing Mo is easy to deal with.”

Yu Ling’s firm eyebrows furrowed.

“Before you plan to get out, hide your brother first. He is your weakness, don’t be caught by Cen Jing Mo.” Jiao Bai drank a mouthful of Zhang Zhen’s plum juice, his words slurred.

Yu Ling said in a deep voice, “I will.”

After a pause, his flat and hard voice contained a bit of tenderness, “Congratulations on your safe discharge from the hospital.”

Jiao Bai frowned and replied, “The words I said in the North City Hotel remain unchanged. Don’t waste time on me.”

“My answer is also the same.” Yu Ling’s breathing didn’t change, “It doesn’t matter.”

The activity increased, only 0.01 short of reaching 50.

Jiao Bai thought about it. From his experience of completing five missions, the opportunity for Yu Ling’s activity to break 50 was either in Cen Jing Mo or related to Yu Xiang.

In short, when the time came, Jiao Bai would naturally know and would definitely be able to seize it. He glanced at the four groups.

→The relationship of this life [confidant] 0/1

→Never betray in this life [dearest relatives and friends] 1/1

→The guardian of life after life 0/0

→Unforgettable for a lifetime [the most familiar stranger] 0/3

Cen Jing Mo entered the first group.

He had been in there for a while, and Jiao Bai was always full of question marks every time he looked at it. That little chubby Cen Jing Mo actually regarded him as a confidant.

Shouldn’t he be a melon farmer?

Jiao Bai couldn’t understand Cen Jing Mo’s view of him, so he put it aside. He would wait until this self-conquering, unruly melon asked him to design it.

When the car reaches the mountain, there will be a way.

The elevator in Lan Mo Mansion only goes to the first floor. To go to the second basement floor, you can only take the stairs.

Jiao Bai asked Zhang Zhen to carry him down.

Zhang Zhen supported him with one hand and carried the wheelchair with the other hand, and brought him to the door of the study on the second basement floor.

“You go in,” Zhang Zhen said.

Jiao Bai turned the wheelchair, “You can’t go in either?”

Zhang Zhen didn’t say it directly, but his expression gave the answer.

Jiao Bai coughed and his earlobes turned slightly hot, “Then I’ll go in.”

Zhang Zhen watched him be doubly authenticated by fingerprints and irises, turning his wheelchair into the study.

The door closed automatically.

Zhang Zhen stayed outside for a while. He sat on the stairs and called Third Brother.

The background noise on Qi Yi Liao’s side was noisy. He was at a wedding banquet.

The grandson of a high-ranking politician was marrying his wife, and leaders from various fields attended, including the Cen family’s young prince and the Shen Corporation’s new director.

Qi Yi Liao went down from the second floor and turned to the fountain on the first floor. He said a few words to Zhang Zhen, hung up the phone, and clicked on his phone. Before long, the all-round monitoring of the study appeared on the screen.

The young man turned his wheelchair to the desk and picked up the Buddha card on it and put it back on.

He also took the small key and the white cat and hung them back on.

He exhaled a long breath and said to himself, “I have a complete feeling.”

“Grass…”

“Complete???”

“Grass!”

I need to engrave some words to calm myself down. Jiao Bai pushed the whiteboard on the desk forward, revealing the tabletop underneath. He touched it in surprise, “Why isn’t a single word engraved?”

At the time of the graduation gift, Qi Yi Liao seemed to say that the newly replaced desk would be engraved with him. Was he waiting for him?

Jiao Bai looked around the study. He felt that there might be monitoring on one side, and he said one word at a time with his mouth, “Old pervert.”

An extra hand appeared on the monitoring screen, pressing the palm on the young man’s vivid face.

Qi Yi Liao flicked his forehead.

Naughty.

When your body is better, I’ll punish you to copy scriptures.

Several rehabilitation therapists moved into Lan Mo Mansion, assisting Jiao Bai with rehabilitation every day.

From Qi Yi Liao, Zhang Zhen, to the Qi family’s thugs, they all supervised him and didn’t allow him to slack off.

Except for onlooker Aunt Liu.

Jiao Bai didn’t care. He had told Qi Yi Liao that Aunt Liu didn’t like him, and Qi Yi Liao kept her, which meant that she didn’t have the guts to cause trouble.

When the university was about to have winter vacation, Jiao Bai went to the medical university in a wheelchair to reissue the suspension procedures. Zhang Zhen accompanied him.

The process was smooth. The president sent Jiao Bai to the elevator entrance, saying that he hoped that he would recuperate well at home and welcomed him to enter the school with the freshmen next year. He said very beautiful words.

Jiao Bai responded politely, and the president was even more polite. The two of them had a wave of business compliments before it was over.

This time was during class time, and there were not many figures wandering around the school.

Zhang Zhen took Jiao Bai around casually. They strolled around the playground, teaching building, and dormitory building. The soles of his shoes stepped on withered yellow leaves, “Bai Bai, there is something I have not told you all the time. On the night of the Shen family’s banquet, I received the Third Brother’s instructions to find the Liang family’s kid and lock him up, but he was determined to take revenge. My people didn’t keep an eye on him, and he ran away. In the process of chasing him, he fell down the stairs and will be discharged from the hospital in a few days.”

Jiao Bai stopped pressing the woolen hat, “Who did Liang Dong want to settle accounts with at the banquet, Cen Jing Mo or…”

“When he is discharged from the hospital, I will have someone bring him to Lan Mo Mansion, you ask him.” Zhang Zhen stopped talking.

When Jiao Bai saw Zhang Zhen like that, he knew who the mastermind behind the killing of Qi Shuang was.

This fucking thing.

I can’t control it, I don’t want to control it.

Forget it, let’s try it, do my best.

Jiao Bai’s good mood was affected. Wherever Zhang Zhen took him, he glanced at it roughly. When he returned to Lan Mo Mansion, Qi Yi Liao was shoveling snow in the front yard.

Those were all snowballs in the corners. Qi Yi Liao shoveled them into the sun one by one.

Qi Yi Liao was wearing a gray sweater, his hair was not styled, and his whole person was relaxed at will. The taste of home was very strong, and the elegance in his bones was not reduced by half.

Jiao Bai had a whim. He grabbed the wheelchair little by little, “Brother, the ground is not frozen, I’ll walk over.”

Zhang Zhen was serious and cautious, following behind him. His breathing was very light, just like an old mother fluttering her wings, for fear that the cub would fall.

Jiao Bai was wrapped in a long down jacket, wearing a woolen hat, gloves on his hands, and a scarf around his neck several times, covering his chin. His face was covered with a mask, and a pair of eyes were exposed, bright and fiery.

The cotton shoes on his feet were non-slip. Jiao Bai walked very slowly, just like a child who wanted to walk on the ground when he was just a little bit