GBT Chapter 67

Chapter 60 (1)

Jiao Bai waited for Li Jue to contact him, waiting for two days and then another two days, confirming that Chu Dongshan hadn’t revealed the news that he was still alive.

Chu Dongshan’s actions were in line with his persona as the top infatuated male supporting character. He was, after all, doing it for Li Jue. He voluntarily entered the company to learn, abandoning his role as a A playboy who didn’t care about the family business. He fought tooth and nail with Shen Er’an, and he was the one who got drunk and cried the most for Li Jue. The last scene he saw before his death was Li Jue chasing after Shen Er’an, a truly tragic ending. A single glance at Li Jue ruined his life.

Jiao Bai could roughly guess what he was thinking.

To Chu Dongshan, this little plaything that already belonged to someone dared to seduce him in front of its master last year, attempting to stir up discord between him and his old friend with its flesh and blood, and even made his master angry. This year, that little plaything had somehow climbed onto another of his old friends.

Such a person with a messy private life, strong vanity, and scheming mind was not suitable to be by the pure and clean Li Jue’s side.

Perhaps Li Jue’s tearful and confused murmurs after waking up had deepened Chu Dongshan’s understanding.

Therefore,

Since Li Jue thought the person was dead, then let him be dead.

It was best if the two never had contact again, lest Li Jue be used and implicated.

Jiao Bai accepted this situation without much resistance. It was good that Li Jue didn’t appear for the time being. After all, his main focus now was the Qi family master and servant.

Jiao Bai didn’t need to read books and scriptures to the old pervert every day, only going to Lanmo Mansion on weekends. So far, he hadn’t been hit with a Ring ruler. The most serious time was biting the Ring ruler the entire time, and being punished to copy a Buddhist scripture.

After copying the Buddhist scripture, the Ring ruler was wet.

That Buddhist scripture was still the Old Lady’s handwritten copy, the handwriting was truly excellent, and she truly deserved the title “old undead.”

Even though he hadn’t been physically punished yet, Jiao Bai still didn’t want to go.

The winter in West City was very long. Other cities had entered spring, but West City was still freezing cold. Lanmo Mansion was in the deep mountains, and the wind howled past, the rustling sound alone was enough to chill you from head to toe. This was very uncomfortable for Jiao Bai, whose bones were injured.

Once, Jiao Bai was reciting a few lines of a book in the garden, and he was shivering.

The leader of the Qi family’s security team, Qi Da, was pushed forward by his brothers, asking: “Young Master Bai, what are you shivering for?”

Jiao Bai’s nose was about to run, he beckoned the other party to come closer, and said mysteriously: “I’m shaking off the cold air from my body.”

Qi Da: “…”

When Jiao Bai came for the second weekend, he was greeted by a gust of warm air as soon as he entered the door. He pulled down the mask and scarf on his face, and took off his hat, speechless and choked with emotion.

Damn, Lanmo Mansion finally had heating.

Jiao Bai finally didn’t have to wrap himself up like a bear, he could just wear a thin sweater. He took off his heavy coat, and his whole person got rid of the little old man state, and his steps were light.

Liu Yi’s figure suddenly appeared at the end of the long corridor. The way she looked at Jiao Bai was like looking at an alien wandering outside the rules: “Lanmo Mansion has never installed an air conditioner for generations, let alone heating.”

Jiao Bai chewed on a vitamin C tablet, with a smile that was not a smile, so what? None of your business.

“The master values you, it’s your honor, I hope you can do more for him, show your value, take on this honor, don’t always try to be opportunistic in front of him, his work is too tiring, your existence is to relieve his stress, I hope you recognize your own identity.” Liu Yi took out the face she rarely showed on weekdays. Her tone and posture reminded Jiao Bai of the nannies of old masters and young masters in those period dramas, quite able to put on airs and take herself seriously.

Jiao Bai picked his ears: “Aunt Liu, have you been watching some drama recently? Why do you speak with such a,” he smiled playfully, “old-fashioned feudal superstition old Mamadialogue from an eight o’clock drama?”

The young man smiled with his eyes curved, but there was no smile in his eyes, only pure coldness and malice.

Liu Yi didn’t know why, but her back felt slightly cold. She lowered her eyes and returned to her usual gentle and graceful self: “The soup is in the kitchen, constant temperature, go get it yourself if you want to drink it.”

Jiao Bai didn’t want to drink it.

It was all kinds of medicinal soups. After drinking one mouthful, the taste that came up in his stomach for the next three days was that flavor.

But good medicine tastes bitter.

Jiao Bai went to get half a bowl of soup himself, pinched his nose and swallowed it in one gulp. He wasn’t worried that Liu Yi would do anything to the soup.

If Liu Yi did that, it would undoubtedly be self-sabotage, wanting to die with him.

After Jiao Bai finished the soup and rinsed his mouth, he pondered whether Qi Yi Liao knew about Liu Yi warning him. After all, it wasn’t the first or second time.

He should test it out.

What if Liu Yi was an old loyal servant from a large family without a self, her body belonged to the Qi family, her ghost belonged to the Qi family, everything was for the Qi family’s service, and she imagined him as a disasterous seductress, willing to sacrifice herself to kill him?

It wasn’t impossible, in this early dog-blood comic world, there was nothing you couldn’t imagine, nothing that couldn’t happen.

Jiao Bai quickly called Qi Yi Liao.

Qi Yi Liao had just finished a meeting and was returning to the office. The moment his personal phone rang, the secretaries and assistants behind him collectively froze for a second, and winked at each other like crazy. All traces of their previous elite white-collar demeanor disappeared.

The first secretary didn’t look sideways, seemingly very professional, but the corner of his eye still glanced over.

Qi Yi Liao entered the office, picked up the remote control on the table to unlock it, and pressed a button. The smart glass wall behind him instantly changed.

Those were several folders.

Qi Yi Liao clicked on one of them, and what was displayed in front of him were dense monitors, covering the entire Lanmo Mansion.

The monitor in one direction was selected, and the window was maximized.

The young man was liein the kitchen’s food area, with a slender waist, his elbows pressed against the table, one hand holding a phone, the other hand tearing…

Cabbage leaves.

Qi Yi Liao picked up the warm clear tea and took a sip, making a low and gentle sound: “Hmm?”

Jiao Bai didn’t know that he was being monitored by the old pervert. He gathered the shredded vegetable leaves that he had torn off, didn’t throw them away, but grabbed them into a small basket with a hole, and was still muttering something in his mouth, not knowing who he was complaining about again, his eyebrows and eyes were full of agile and fresh traces.

The weeds had not been destroyed by the difficulties, their vitality became more and more tenacious, and the desire for freedom was stronger day by day, and one day he would become a dandelion, flying into the world.

That was not a plant that could be dug out of its seeds, pulled off its leaves, and kept in a circle.

It should fly.

The moment the wings opened was his most beautiful moment.

Qi Yi Liao seemed to be unbearable, loosened his tie, but straightened it back, tightened it, he pressed off the monitor and began to deal with the numerous official duties.

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That night, Jiao Bai was doing problems in front of the open bookshelf on the first floor of Lanmo Mansion. He hadn’t been doing them for long when he was picked up and secretly sent into a hotel, 2602.

Jiao Bai stood in the low-key and luxurious suite, and the inexplicable feeling all the way reached its peak. He had business, so he had business, it wasn’t like he was missing this one night, so why did he have to pick him up to the hotel?

And he had to sneak him into the hotel, if he didn’t know better, he would have thought…

Tsk.

Jiao Bai only put on a woolen pajamas before going out, and he was wearing cotton slippers on his feet. He was out of place in this room.

That wasn’t important,

What was important was that he didn’t even bring his phone.

Without his phone, he had no sense of security. Jiao Bai sat here and there in the room, and nested in a nest. He was like an ant on a hot pot, rolling and jumping all over the place, and fell on the big bed, his body sinking into the soft white bedding.

Jiao Bai logged in to his account and looked at his seven friends. Qi Zi Zhi’s activity level was close to 80.

This kind of feeling of not having to worry about it, throwing it aside and letting the friend do his own thing was really damn good.

Jiao Bai looked at the four groups: the fate of this life, never fail in this life, the guardian of life after life, unforgettable in a lifetime. He pondered and pondered, with his dog-blood experience, Qi Zi Zhi was unlikely to go to Shen Ji’s group.

To Qi Zi Zhi, he wouldn’t be unforgettable in a lifetime.

They weren’t some ex-boyfriend series, it was family, close relatives, hehe.

The landline on the bedside table Fraud, Jiao Bai was startled, he leaned over and answered: “Who is it?”

“Xiao Bai, it’s me.” Zhang Zhen’s voice with a bit of noisy background came over, “Third Brother asked me to tell you, you go to sleep first, don’t wait for him.”

Jiao Bai: “…”

What kind of The monsterdialogue was this.

Zhang Zhen was outside the private room, his jacket was covered in the smell of smoke. Several old bosses in the private room were talking to Third Brother, a group of people just smoked and drank, and didn’t want young and beautiful children to serve them.

“Why is there no sound?” Zhang Zhen was full of the smell of alcohol.

Jiao Bai said, “There’s a sound, I know, you guys are busy.”

At the end he added: “Drink less wine.”

Without giving Zhang Zhen a chance to be moved, Jiao Bai quickly threw the microphone back.

It was unknown what time it was in the night, the landline rang again.

“Xiao Bai,” Qi Yi Liao called him, “Open the door.”

Jiao Bai’s swear words stuck to his lips, with a stinky sleepy face he went to the door, what the hell did he call him here for? He was really convinced.

As soon as the door opened, a smell of smoke and alcohol rushed into Jiao Bai’s arms, rubbing against his nose and mouth.

Qi Yi Liao was wearing a stable iron-grey suit. He lowered his head, his slender fingers resting on the cufflinks, lazily unbuttoning them. He, who always looked like an old monk, had a trace of humanity under the influence of alcohol, and even the “Sichuan” character pattern standing between his eyebrows had a bewitching sexiness.

“Are you going to drink that sobering soup?” Jiao Bai stepped aside to let him in.

Qi Yi Liao threw the cufflinks to him: “Take it.”

Jiao Bai subconsciously caught the cufflinks, looked at them against the light, this thing looked very luxurious.

When he closed the door and heard the sound of crossing the living room to go to the kitchen, Qi Yi Liao had already taken off his suit jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and bent over to wash his hands by the sink.

Qi Yi Liao washed very slowly, very carefully, inch by inch with his fingers.

Jiao Bai yawned and rubbed his face. He already knew that Shen Ji wouldn’t trigger any special hobbies when he was drunk, what about Qi Yi Liao? Unknown.

The sound of water in the kitchen continued non-stop.

Jiao Bai scanned the old man’s clothes, exquisite, decent, textured, abstinent and elegant, very flattering to his temperament, the waistline and shoulder line were restrained and not lacking in toughness, like a distinguished item that could be put into an exhibition hall at any time.

Both the ornamental and collection value were extremely high.

And that exhibit was still washing his hands, constantly repeating it.

Jiao Bai waited and waited, he really couldn’t wait any longer, he walked over and turned off the faucet.

The air around the sink suddenly seemed to be emptied by something, and as the feeling of suffocation rushed towards Jiao Bai, he met Qi Yi Liao’s eyes, which were abnormally bloodshot.

Jiao Bai said to the patient with a cleanliness disorder who had drunk alcohol: “I saw that your hands were washed very cleanly, so I turned off the water for you.”

“Clean?” Qi Yi Liao raised that hand.

Jiao Bai nodded, yes, yes, clean, can we stop?

A hand appeared in front of him, just in front of his nose. The water vapor instantly melted into his breath.

It was cold at first, then a little warm.

That was his own breath, hitting the back of Qi Yi Liao’s hand, rebounding the temperature to him.

Qi Yi Liao arched his back, and the scattered forehead hair rubbed against the young man’s eyebrows, his voice was very low, like a whisper hiding in a transparent tube: “Is there a bad smell?”

“No.” Jiao Bai leaned back, he only smelled the smell of Qi Yi Liao’s skin.

Cold and hard.

More than half an hour later, Jiao Bai used the hotel’s phone to call Zhang Zhen: “Where are you, Third Brother is drunk, come over quickly.”

Zhang Zhen was sending a cooperating company’s daughter home. That girl came halfway, and touched Third Brother’s hand while he wasn’t paying attention.

Everyone was shocked.

The cooperating company felt ashamed and was afraid of offending the Qi family. He slapped his daughter on the spot to express his position, and left her without looking back.

Zhang Zhen didn’t want to care, but an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, standing on the side of the road in revealing clothes, if something happened, her life would be over.

He should send her back, it wasn’t far.

Zhang Zhen drove his car: “Don’t worry, Third Brother is easier to deal with when he’s drunk than when he’s sober, just give him a place to sleep.”

He remembered something: “It’s just…”

Jiao Bai’s heart lifted: “What?” Don’t tell him it was some quirk, it shouldn’t be, otherwise Zhang Zhen wouldn’t have let him and Qi Yi Liao be alone.

“He’s asleep now, he’ll definitely wake up in the second half of the night, you go to sleep quickly too, follow his routine, when the time comes you read him a few pages of a book, or recite a scripture.” Zhang Zhen said, “Bai Bai, thank you for your hard work tonight, brother will buy you something delicious tomorrow.”

Jiao Bai told Zhang Zhen to pay attention to safety while driving. He hung up the phone and realized that Qi Yi Liao, who was originally lying on the bed, had sat up at some point, staring straight in one direction.

“What are you looking at?” Jiao Bai also looked over there, there was nothing but exquisite furniture.

Qi Yi Liao frowned: “What am I looking at…” He rubbed his temples, his chest trembled slightly, and he smiled strangely.

Jiao Bai’s hairs stood on end.

“Xiao Bai,” Qi Yi Liao pointed to the side of the bed, his smile was kind and charming, “Move the chair over, sit here.”

Jiao Bai paid attention to his movements: “Are you going to read?”

“No.” Qi Yi Liao closed his eyes, hoarsely said, “You just sit and watch Uncle sleep.”

Jiao Bai: “…”

So, close to midnight, a strange scene was staged in the room.

The prominent Qi family leader of West City was lying flat on the bed with his clothes on, and a high school student was sitting in front of the bed, doing nothing, just watching him.

Jiao Bai gradually came out of his dazed state and speculated on Qi Yi Liao’s behavior. This hotel was probably where he was staying for one night, and he was too lazy to send someone to install a monitor.

Qi Yi Liao was, using him as a monitoring eye?

Jiao Bai’s sitting posture quickly changed from upright to slumped. He saw Qi Yi Liao’s eyelids moving and his breathing uneven, knowing that he hadn’t fallen asleep yet: “Third Brother, I want to tell you something.”

Qi Yi Liao’s fingers on his abdomen tapped lightly.

“Aunt Liu has warned me several times.” Jiao Bai didn’t exaggerate, he just repeated what Liu Yi said.

The top button of Qi Yi Liao’s shirt was being pushed up and down by his rolling Adam’s apple, slightly trembling: “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m afraid she’ll secretly plot against me when you don’t know.” Jiao Bai leaned forward, holding his chin, smiling, “Don’t think I’m being petty, I was tricked by the Old Lady, I have psychological shadows.”

Qi Yi Liao said in a low voice: “Lanmo Mansion is not the Shen family’s old house, Liu Yi is not the Old Madam.”

“Moreover,” his lips, which were neither thin nor thick, lightly Pick, “a fall into the pit, a gain in your wit. If you fall twice in similar pits, then you have to look for your own shortcomings.”

Jiao Bai’s face twitched, that was true.

Qi Yi Liao on the bed suddenly opened his eyes: “But Uncle likes your honesty very much, keep it.”

Jiao Bai glanced at the activity level, it increased by 0.3.

The white cat was snoring, its two paws hanging in front of it, its small belly rising and falling.

Jiao Bai twisted his fingers and cheered up. He wanted his honesty, right, then okay, he’ll continue, he’ll give you some.

“There’s one more thing,” Jiao Bai said casually, “Uncle Zhao who saved me on the ship at the beginning of the year…”

Qi Yi Liao interrupted: “No.”

Jiao Bai said with a smile: “Just take a photo together.”

Qi Yi Liao didn’t have half a point to change his mind: “Give him a check, fill in any number you want.”

Jiao Bai clicked his tongue, what a big deal: “But I already promised Uncle Zhao, he just wants to take a photo with you, keep it as a family heirloom.”

Qi Yi Liao looked at him expressionlessly: “Who did you promise for?”

Jiao Bai pretended to be embarrassed.

But he didn’t know that he was full of loopholes when he acted. Someone who watched him act thought it was a world spectacle.

The lines on Qi Yi Liao’s face returned to their usual casualness: “A group photo is impossible, let him come, take a few pictures in Lanmo Mansion.”

“Okay.” Jiao Bai fought for the interests of his savior, “That check…”

Qi Yi Liao hated that he was talking too much: “As usual.”

“Okay.” Jiao Bai took it when he saw it was good, he moved the chair closer, and took out a bag of beef jerky from his pocket, “Third Brother, I heard Jiang Yan praising you last year, with your demeanor, those praises of his are well deserved.”

Jiao Bai flattered him by the way, who knew Qi Yi Liao would say: “Who is Jiang Yan?”

“…Little Chili, with long flowing hair, fair skin and long legs, a beauty in a red dress.” Jiao Bai said about Jiang Yan’s signs.

Qi Yi Liao moved his eyebrows: “I forgot the name, I have an impression of the person.”

Jiao Bai tore at the beef jerky, casually asking: “How much did he get?”

“Tens of millions or hundreds of millions,” Qi Yi Liao bent one leg, his sleeping position changed from regular to loose, “I don’t know, if you want to know, ask A Zhen.”

The beef jerky in Jiao Bai’s mouth suddenly didn’t smell good.

No, this savior Bodhisattva, why don’t you just follow the normal process and give me money? I don’t want to pay by the minute, just pay by the hour.

“You want money?” Qi Yi Liao tilted his head.

Jiao Bai chuckled, this question was asked, he was afraid that he couldn’t give a pure and refined answer.

“You don’t lack money.” Qi Yi Liao smiled, “There can’t be too much money in a child’s card, too much makes it easy to do bad things.”

Jiao Bai didn’t glare at Qi Yi Liao, he glared at his cat.

The cat’s tail swayed back and forth, sleeping very sweetly.

However, the fur on its body was still red, and its neck was still broken and hung on the side.

“Employees are not allowed to live in Lanmo Mansion.” Qi Yi Liao’s laughter faded, “If you want an employment agreement, I’ll ask A Zhen to print one for you.”

Jiao Bai shook his head: “No, I won’t sign it, it’s good the way it is now.” If he can’t enter Lanmo Mansion, how can he mess with you?

Qi Yi Liao laughed again.

Jiao Bai avoided his eyes, which were full of smiles but dark and bottomless, and gnawed on the beef jerky as if nothing had happened. When he bit it hard, his cheeks turned pink: “Did Jiang Yan follow you for the longest time?”

The curve of Qi Yi Liao’s lips was still there, and his tone gave people a feeling of thinness: “Maybe.”

“Then you should be very satisfied, why did you let him go?” Jiao Bai leaned back on the back of the chair. He didn’t know how long he would have to sit tonight, he was sleepy and bored. There was only one bag of beef jerky, and after eating it, he would only eat farts.

Qi Yi Liao’s temperament seemed to be invaded by alcohol tonight, and he was more patient than usual. He answered almost all of Jiao Bai’s questions, such as this question.

“I’m tired of it,” he said.

Jiao Bai’s head hurt. Sure enough, the people around this person change and change, because the freshness is gone. It’s the same reason as other President’s bed partners.

Jiang Yan followed Qi Yi Liao for a few months, Jiao Bai had no confidence in his timbre, he definitely couldn’t break that record, he only hoped to make Qi Yi Liao tired of him later, so that he could get the activity level past 50.

“Third Brother, when you weren’t tired of Jiang Yan, why did you give him to your old friend?” Jiao Bai’s voice was blurry.

“It wasn’t giving, it was his willingness.” Qi Yi Liao said lightly, “That night, Lao Shen took a fancy to him, I asked him what he meant, he said he wanted to do an extra job.”

Jiao Bai was stunned. Qi Yi Liao didn’t need to lie about this matter, that was the truth.

He couldn’t figure it out, Jiang Yan had already earned so much money, why did he still look so short? Why was the lead singer of the band like he was filling a bottomless pit?

Jiang Yan went to North City, would he continue to do music?

Jiao Bai chewed on the beef jerky, his thoughts drifted to last year. He remembered that when the Shen family sent Shen Er’an to pick him up, Qi Yi Liao had Zhang Zhen reveal the situation in South City to him, asking him how to choose. He himself said he wanted to return to South City.

In this way, Jiang Yan’s evaluation of his former employer was not exaggerated. Qi Yi Liao was truly a gentleman with demeanor.

A desk with a large piece of “restraint” suddenly exhibited in front of Jiao Bai’s eyes. He swallowed the beef jerky and began to daydream.

The room unknowingly sank into silence.

Jiao Bai was originally able to maintain watching Qi Yi Liao’s actions, but he slowly became sleepy and drooped his head, and the beef jerky bag in his hand also slipped from his fingers to the ground.

Qi Yi Liao lifted his eyelids, and there was no trace of turbidity in his bloodshot eyes. He sat up, rubbed his forehead, and glanced at the young man whose head was hitting down: “You woke me up by asking, but you fell asleep.”

The quiet beef jerky bag was stepped on by slippers, making a startled sound.

Jiao Bai on the chair didn’t wake up.

Qi Yi Liao straightened his shoulders and back, and with one hand held the young man’s chin, his slightly bent fingers went down, stroking his neck, his fingertips tracing his blood vessels and pulses.

After a long while, Qi Yi Liao bent over, his black temples rubbed against his pale ears, his dark and cold eyes stared at the void, and a word was uttered between his half-parted lips: “Mesonoxian.”

Jiao Bai’s face was crooked in his palm, his eyes closed, and he translated unconsciously: “Midnight.”

“Good.” Qi Yi Liao smiled happily and straightened up. His head shook strangely and constantly, his eyes swept over the edges and corners of the entire room, “Midnight has arrived, a new day is coming.”

“Xiao Bai, good morning.” Qi Yi Liao patted the young man’s cheeks twice.

Jiao Bai slapped it open “Smack”.

That one caused his body to fall sideways, and he fell completely towards Qi Yi Liao.

If Jiao Bai was awake, then he would have died socially.

Because his head just hit Qi Yi Liao’s pants button, his face stuck to…

Qi Yi Liao looked up at the ceiling slightly, his expression was indifferent and gentle, but the hand that was opened was stiff in mid-air, his fingertips trembled nervously, and his joints were cold and hard. From the back of his hand to his forearm, and then to his entire arm, half of his body, his upper body, his lower body, the blood in his whole body was frozen, stiff.

Like a dead thing, the best craftsmanship repeatedly carved by the hand of God.

Restraint.

Qi Yi Liao released his bleeding teeth and muttered in a low voice.

Then, he grabbed the back of the young man’s neck, scooped him up, and moved him to the back of the chair. He took the cigarette case and lighter and went to the living room.

That night Jiao Bai slept very deeply, he didn’t know that he was only an eye-blink away from the biggest secret of the Qi family head, and he was also only an eye-blink away from death.

Zhang Zhen took some time to take Jiao Bai to the temple to worship, and got a safety charm.

On the way down the mountain, Jiao Bai’s charm’s rope broke, and it fell and disappeared.

The signals of bad luck were so dog-blooded, very 《Broken wings》.

Zhang Zhen wanted to return to the temple to ask for another charm for Jiao Bai, but Jiao Bai didn’t let him, he didn’t wear it. What’s the use of the charm, the “Heavenly Star” A accessories on his neck were more useful.

However, the necklace was not Jiao Bai’s private property.

He had already guessed that this was the bond between the Yu family brothers, and he would return it when he saw Yu Xiang.

Zhang Zhen was worried about the broken charm, Jiao Bai ate and drank as usual. In the next half month, he repaid Uncle Zhao’s kindness, swiped the Qi family’s master and servant’s activity level, studied hard and progressed every day, and was safe and sound.

Until…

One day at noon, Jiao Bai returned to the classroom from the class advisor and found that the medicine for dermatitis in his desk was gone.

Jiao Bai was sitting alone, in the first row of the last group against the wall. He took out the things in his desk, but still couldn’t find the medicine.

But he was sure he had brought it in the morning.

Moreover, not only was the medicine missing, his mask was also gone!

Jiao Bai tidied up all the things on the desk one by one and put them back in the desk. He pulled the chair back, stood up, and turned around.

There was not much noise in the class, so the sound of his chair legs rubbing was particularly harsh.

The students doing the questions stopped, and all their eyes moved to Jiao Bai.

Jiao Bai pointed at his desk: “Who took the medicine and mask that I put inside?”

No one spoke.

Jiao Bai didn’t have violent tendencies, he wouldn’t swing his chair and smash it against the wall, and he wouldn’t roar incompetently. But he couldn’t do nothing.

The medicine was brought to him by Zhang Zhen, and it was very useful for his dermatitis, maybe it could be cured.

Jiao Bai used it very sparingly, squeezing out the size of a soybean each time, bit by bit. The one that just started using was gone now, wasn’t this cutting his flesh?

“On the day I transferred here, I said I had very serious dermatitis. Maybe everyone was concentrating on studying at the time, and forgot after hearing it.” Jiao Bai looked at the heaven’s pride in the results of the first middle school, and the heaven’s pride in the family, and said in a volume that was neither high nor low, “Then I’ll say it again, my dermatitis is very serious. It’s not just that I can’t bask in the sun in summer, I can’t be in direct sunlight for long in other seasons.”

“On a good day like today, the sun hasn’t set when school is over. If I don’t apply a layer of medicine and wear a mask, my face will itch and blister after a while. If I scratch it again, the rotten water…”

As Jiao Bai continued to say, some of the girls showed disgusted expressions and muttered, “You can wait until it gets dark to leave.”

“Yes, I can leave after it gets dark, then what about tomorrow? I wait until it gets dark to go to school?” Jiao Bai smiled, “Are you going to say, can’t I buy medicine again?”

The girl’s face turned red.

Jiao Bai didn’t care about her, his eyes swept to the others: “It’s hard to buy medicine, and that’s not what I want to worry about now. I just want to know now, who rummaged through my desk and took my medicine and mask.”

Still no one stood up. The things in the front row had nothing to do with them, and the various small actions in the back row showed disdain for taking them.

Jiao Bai nodded: “Okay, I get it.”

This was Jiao Bai’s last sentence, full of the most effective threatening power of adolescence, and also one of the most pretentious words.

When school was over, Jiao Bai deliberately went to the toilet. When he appeared at the back door of the classroom, he saw a girl squatting sneaking beside his desk, stuffing things into his desk.

It was the medicine and mask that had been missing for half a day.

Jiao Bai had a mission to do, coming to school was purely to take the college entrance examination and go to university, he didn’t want to spend time building relationships with classmates.

He didn’t make a sound with the evil taste of catching him on the spot.

Jiao Bai wanted to leave, but he didn’t want the girl to sensitively discover his figure.

After a burst of tables and chairs falling, the girl rushed out, smashed her schoolbag on Jiao Bai, and rushed downstairs with her head buried and screaming ah.

Jiao Bai sighed for a long time, this was youth.

He didn’t have it.

He hadn’t experienced it in both lifetimes.

When Jiao Bai returned to the teacher’s apartment, he walked up, and someone came down from upstairs, the sound of footsteps…

How should he say it, it was like pretending to be relaxed.

Jiao Bai continued upstairs, and when he walked to the steps leading to the third floor, a figure turned out of the corridor.

Very tall, very thin, wearing a gray-blue long trench coat, wearing a black fisherman’s hat, a neat end of hair was exposed under the hat, and he had a beard on his face. There was a smell of ink on his clothes.

He was a sophisticated man with literary temperament.

Jiao Bai stood on the stairs with him, one up and one down, and they met.

The man in the trench coat’s eyes flowed out from under the wide brim of his hat. His eyes were very sad, and there seemed to be many words in his eyes.

Jiao Bai looked at him without dodging.

The words stuffed in the stomach and suffocated in the heart, if you don’t say them, who knows.

I can’t open my mouth.

Then we are strangers.

The afterglow of the small window sprinkled in, resting on the floating dust in the corridor, swaying, like a childhood swing.

The man in the trench coat slowly stepped aside. Jiao Bai lifted one leg and stepped on the steps, standing in the position he had stood in, without stopping, and went upstairs without looking back.

Jiao Bai opened the door and entered the apartment, and 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 photos, it wasn’t Qi Zi Zhi, I suspect…”

“I ran into him, it’s Qi Lin.” Jiao Bai threw his schoolbag on the floor.

He could say the name, there was no blood induction, and there was no family involvement, but it was the guilt and pain of that glance.

The only one who could match the number, besides Qi Lin, there would be no second person.

Qi Lin, twenty-four or five years old, doing art, didn’t rely on the Qi family, but his life was disrupted by the decline of the family, he was forced to participate, and he lost his life because of Qi Shuang’s involvement. Qi Lin was the printing machine in 《Broken wings》, and Qi Shuang’s money for doing things was asked from him.

Jiao Bai didn’t know much about Qi Lin, because he almost always appeared in phone calls in the original work, phone calls with Qi Shuang, Qi Zi Zhi, and the Qi family’s elders.

Qi Lin took the risk to see his resurrected younger brother, he must have been carrying unspeakable 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.” Jiao Bai said.

Zhang Zhen had already given the order: “Why? If you catch Qi Lin, you can know what that beast Qi Zi Zhi…”

Jiao Bai stopped him from continuing: “Don’t ask, brother.”

Zhang Zhen’s heart softened by the sound of brother, and he lost all his principles. He pulled the man back with a straight face, his tone still unwilling to put the emphasis: “That Qi family’s second child came over, and he didn’t do anything, what idea is he playing?”

Jiao Bai didn’t want to mention the relationship between this body and the Qi family, it was meaningless: “Who knows.”

Zhang Zhen said in a deep voice: “If Qi Lin is let go, then let him go, if Qi Zi Zhi dares to appear, no matter what you say, brother has to give him two shots.”

Suppressing the baleful aura that was about to come up, he took a deep breath: “The Shen family is still looking for the Qi family’s eldest and second child, and they want to kill them all, leaving no descendants.”

Jiao Bai gave a scoff, he didn’t know what expression the people in Shen Ji would have when they found out about his so-called third brother.

Life, there’s always endless dog blood.

–But he still had to stride forward without