GBT Chapter 30
by VolareThe old bastard was interested in him, quite intensely so, to the point of being sticky. He even pushed back his sacred and inviolable bottom line a little in front of him, but that didn’t mean he could indulge him without limit. Nor was it possible for him to feel sorry for him, to stand in his shoes and think about how much his ribs must hurt; that was simply a pipe dream.
Sexual desire and heartfelt affection were separated by a chasm.
Besides, the old bastard had no heart.
Jiao Bai, a patient who needed to be in bed, was taken on this trip to visit someone who was ill.
The person who gave this order looked like he was dealing with diarrhea.
He’d been like this since hanging up the phone in the waiting room, and he’d even bruised his waist.
Psycho.
Jiao Bai glanced at the Pikachu squatting on the ground, humming in a weirdly sarcastic tone, and nodded decisively. Yep, definitely a psycho.
He was uncomfortable, so he took a painkiller and lay down.
Across the aisle, Shen Ji was flipping through documents, the papers rustling loudly before he tossed them aside.
He threw several in a row, scattering them all over the floor, pinching the bridge of his nose with a cold expression.
Chen Yiming wanted to jump out of the plane right now.
But obviously, that was just wishful thinking. He gritted his teeth, went over, and squatted down to pick up the documents, getting kicked twice by the chairman in the process.
For the reed.
Chen Yiming had been with the chairman for at least eight years, if not ten. No one knew better than him what changes had occurred and to what extent. Not even the chairman himself realized it.
There was a common flaw among the privileged elite: having too much power in their hands, standing at the pinnacle of the world’s desire for wealth, despising everything, believing that nothing could escape their control.
There was also another reason: the chairman’s emotional region had been covered in dust and overgrown with weeds eight hundred years ago. What did he know about…
The chairman hadn’t gone out to relax anywhere for four days.
Two of his little lovers had sniffed out something unusual, and they’d called his cell phone, indirectly inquiring about the chairman’s private life. He was tempted to directly throw out the address of Shang Ming Garden and let them find the answer themselves.
Chen Yiming picked up the documents: “Chairman, would you like something to drink?” To cool down?
The chairman had a fire in his heart, but instead of letting it out, he was waiting for the person who set the fire to put it out. He was acting like a greenhorn.
There wasn’t a sound, eerily quiet.
Chen Yiming sensed the danger, lowering his head even further and pushing the documents in his hands closer to the chairman.
The top one was picked up by a hand and smashed into his eye socket.
A stinging pain accompanied suffocating ferocity.
Shen Ji threw another document over: “Did you figure out what I was thinking?”
Chen Yiming didn’t dare to admit it.
A subordinate could be smart, but not smarter than his boss.
Otherwise, the boss wouldn’t be happy to have such a thoughtful subordinate; he would only feel like he was being manipulated.
Especially when it came to the boss’s private affairs.
As soon as Shen Ji saw his assistant’s expression, he knew he was starting to speculate again, his face turning black: “Get out!”
Chen Yiming got out.
Jiao Bai caught a glimpse of Chen Yiming’s bleeding eye socket, but he didn’t feel a shred of sympathy.
Chen Yiming, like Zhang Zhen, was a capable assistant to the head of a major family in Nancheng and Xicheng. They were able to enjoy the flattery and favor from the outside world because they had the glory of their masters. They had a certain status in high society. The latter still had some humanity and kindness, but the former didn’t.
Jiao Bai drifted off to sleep, but he couldn’t sleep because…
Pikachu was still squatting on the ground, humming.
Looking at him every time he hummed.
Enough was enough.
Jiao Bai grabbed something within reach and threw it toward the aisle.
It was a bag of milk.
It landed on Shen Ji’s suit pants.
It broke open.
Jiao Bai’s heart skipped a beat. Shit, he’d gone too far this time.
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, calm down. As long as I don’t panic, the others will.
Jiao Bai took the initiative: “If you’re unhappy about something, can’t you just say it?”
Shen Ji slowly turned his head, a drop of milk splashing onto the small scar left by the car accident on his brow bone, trembling as it slid down to his deep, wide eyelid.
His eyes were calm and unruffled, his face expressionless, but the veins on his neck and forehead were throbbing.
He looked like he was going to eat someone.
Tear them to pieces, dip them in sauce, and savor them slowly.
Jiao Bai looked around, but there was nowhere to hide, and nothing to defend himself with, so he simply didn’t move.
Pikachu and his high activity were his shield.
The milk on Shen Ji’s legs spread out, dripping down, but he didn’t wipe it off. He just unbuckled his seatbelt, straightened up, and reached across the aisle to lift the person out of the chair.
“Are you looking for death?” Shen Ji pressed against his nose, his voice piercingly cold in the intimate gesture, “Are you?”
Jiao Bai leaned back, a tearing pain in his back. The painkillers hadn’t kicked in yet, and he was suffering too much to resist, returning to his original position, his face assaulted by the bitter smell of coffee.
“It was my fault for throwing your milk, I apologize.” Jiao Bai took a breath, inhaling the old bastard’s aura. He was going to die. “But I didn’t see it at the time, I didn’t know it was milk. If I had known, I would have drunk it myself, not wasted it.”
The little dog opened a pair of innocent eyes, saying the word “milk” over and over again, making Shen Ji’s scalp tingle and his throat itch.
His desire hadn’t been relieved for days, and it was surging intensely.
“Little dog,” Shen Ji said hoarsely, “You throw things around, and then bite me back, blaming me for being wrong. Very good.”
“The reason I asked you if something was bothering you was because you were radiating cold air, affecting me.” Jiao Bai poured cold water on the old man’s lust.
Shen Ji immediately lost interest: “Then get out.”
Jiao Bai smiled slightly: “Okay, you land the plane, and I’ll get out right away.”
Shen Ji stared at him for a while with a gloomy face, then grabbed the back of Jiao Bai’s head with one hand and pressed him into his arms.
“Born with a rebellious bone?” Shen Ji’s palm moved down Jiao Bai’s nape, caressing his shoulder blades and spine through the loose, thin fabric, feeling each bone as he spoke in a casual yet cruel voice, “Let me feel it, I’ll pull it out for you and crush it.”
Suddenly, a page of manga appeared before Jiao Bai’s eyes.
His struggling movements came to an abrupt halt. Wasn’t this “Broken Wings”?
[New function. Once a player’s friend says a line from the original work, the corresponding scene will appear.]
Jiao Bai’s heart was beating a little faster. He didn’t need to follow the plot or disassemble and reorganize the plot. Memorizing the original work wasn’t very helpful to him, and it wouldn’t allow him to complete the task quickly, but it was still useful.
After all, this was his only golden finger, as small as a sesame seed.
Jiao Bai asked a crucial question: “This function is free, right? No points required?”
[No.]
Jiao Bai asked in his heart: “Besides changing servers, what else are points good for?”
[Allows players to experience dreamlike pleasure when subjected to flogging.]
Jiao Bai: “…”
No need for that.
Jiao Bai quickly skimmed through the manga, and as soon as he finished one page, it automatically turned to the next. It was a selection from the entire manga, all the content about Shen Ji and his official pairing.
Shen Ji’s official pairing was a pure and aloof college student.
His father needed surgery but didn’t have the money, so in desperation, he was introduced by a classmate to sell himself at “Di Ye.” He had just signed a contract and started working when Shen Ji took him away.
Because the way he looked at Shen Ji didn’t have infatuation, amusement, flattery, or fear, only stubbornness, forbearance, resistance, and self-loathing. He dared to say no to fate, to the sugar daddy who held his life and death in his hands.
Shen Ji’s black heart came alive. That night at “Di Ye,” he played with the man several times, then lit a cigarette, held the child’s trembling, flushed back, and said, “Born with a rebellious bone? Let me feel it, I’ll pull it out for you and crush it.”
From going to him for two days in a row, to staying overnight, not admitting his specialness, not admitting that he was repeatedly breaking his principles for him, to ignoring all the other little lovers for ten and a half months, facing the fact that he was moved, sending all the little lovers away, not even keeping Jiang Yan, who had been with him for many years.
That series of changes only happened within a month.
An old cucumber applying green paint, he was in love.
Jiao Bai felt a little unwell. In “Broken Wings,” whether it was the main CP or the side CPs, they were all full of dog blood, scum, and BE. Some died, some died of heartbreak, some forgot each other in the jianghu, everyone got BE.
Shen Ji and his official pairing also ended badly.
That wasn’t the point. The point was that Shen Ji was just a supporting character, and his official pairing had even less screen time. He only came out when he was in his forties and was strongly resisted by fans of his character.
Jiao Bai didn’t care. As long as the characters were beautiful and the plot was full of dog blood and abuse, it was fine. So he didn’t pay much attention to Shen Ji’s official pairing.
Now Jiao Bai was covered in cold sweat. Had he inadvertently walked the path of that college student and was about to become the old geezer’s official pairing? Just like he had replaced Liang Dong’s best friend?
Jiao Bai’s stomach cramped. He anxiously asked the assistant: “What were the names of my four groups? They all look the same, like ‘life’ and ‘world.’ There should be other notes, right?”
[Once there is someone in the group, the notes will be displayed.]
Jiao Bai held his breath and asked: “Is there a ‘boyfriend’ group?”
[No.]
Jiao Bai was resurrected with full health.
He found even the old bastard who was pressing against him, ready to pull out a gun and shoot him in the mouth, a little more pleasing to the eye.
Having just read the manga, Jiao Bai couldn’t help but compare it to the real person. He couldn’t help but sigh, the author of “Broken Wings” could really draw. The lines used for Shen Ji’s character were very concise and firm, sweeping and bold, outlining a powerful aura of pretense with just a few strokes.
And the shou’s lines were all round and full, with no sharp edges.
You didn’t need to look at the height to tell the difference between the gong and the shou; you just had to look at the direction of the lines.
Jiao Bai blatantly spaced out, not paying attention to the old bastard who was examining his bones.
Shen Ji’s brow twitched. For the first time, he couldn’t see through a person, and it was still a little thing more than a round and two years younger than him. The ridiculous sense of reality affected his work efficiency. His private life was also going awry.
Shen Ji pressed the person between his palm and the back of the chair, his palm stopping an inch above his tailbone.
The old injury here hadn’t been treated in time, and it had recurred twice to varying degrees due to external forces.
It wouldn’t get better.
Pay attention to keeping warm in the fall and winter, avoid getting cold, insist on massage and physiotherapy, and avoid fatigue.
This was the examination report that the assistant had given him.
Jiao Bai didn’t know what the old bastard was thinking. He just wanted to say, damn it, seriously, damn it.
Donkey, hang, donkey, hang, hang, hang, hang.
He felt one of the essences of this manga, damn it!
“As soon as I said I was going to West City to visit the sick, you got nervous.”
Shen Ji’s voice made Jiao Bai shift his attention from the donkey. He heard the other person say, “Once at the birthday banquet, once at ‘Di Ye.’ Apart from these two times, you haven’t seen him in other occasions, right? Why are you so worried? Anyone who didn’t know would think he was your provider.”
Jiao Bai thought, provider was an overstatement, but he was the most difficult to deal with, the old BOSS who determined his success or failure. If he couldn’t get past that hurdle, all the other hurdles he’d cleared before would be wasted.
Jiao Bai inconspicuously observed Pikachu’s owner. He thought, so that’s why this old bastard had been acting like he had diarrhea all the way. It turned out he had misunderstood that he was nervous about Qi Yi Liao and was jealous.
He had been like this in front of his son last time too.
As expected of an old dog from a dog-blood drama, repeatedly peeing to mark his territory on what he called a low-class thing.
Jiao Bai thought with malicious pleasure, then go ahead and pee, hopefully you won’t be able to stop.
So Jiao Bai avoided Shen Ji’s eyes and looked to the side: “Chairman Qi is a very nice person. That night at ‘Di Ye,’ he didn’t want me to serve him. He told me to go back and get some rest. At the old house, he even reminded me to go to the hospital to get my dermatitis checked. He’s a very warm person.”
Shen Ji’s expression became strange: “He’s warm?”
“I was the one who proposed the ‘exchange dog’ game. How could you have gotten into his room if he hadn’t agreed?” Shen Ji’s emotions instantly surged. “Do you think he didn’t want you to serve him later because of what? Isn’t it because you…”
“Chairman!” Chen Yiming, seeing that something was wrong, hurried over and spoke in time.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva under the chairman’s cold gaze and mouthed: Be careful what you say!
The muscles in Shen Ji’s face twitched slightly. He wouldn’t reveal his old friend’s secrets behind his back for the sake of a little dog.
Years of friendship, how could that be compared to something used to vent desire?
“Silly dog, if the Chairman Qi in your mouth is warm, then I’m the Bodhisattva.” Shen Ji leaned over and pinched Jiao Bai’s face.
Seeming to think that this action was inappropriate and inexplicable, Shen Ji backed away, smoothed his shirt collar, and said loftily, “When you get to West City, follow me and stay away from him.”
Jiao Bai chuckled: “Jiang Yan said that Chairman Qi is the most elegant and cultured person he’s ever met.”
Shen Ji was once again invaded by an inexplicable surge of anger.
Jiang Who? Where did he come from?
Chen Yiming reminded him in a low voice: “Chairman, Jiang Yan is the person who came over from Chairman Qi not long ago, the lead singer of an underground band.”
Shen Ji had a slight impression. He cast a glance over: Where is he?
Chen Yiming boldly met the chairman’s gaze: Wasn’t he chased away by you?
Shen Ji finally remembered the little red pepper, that child was very uninhibited in bed.
Unfortunately, he had praised him for being sensible one day, and then he made a mistake the next.
Shen Ji had no more thoughts of training the little dog. He threw the person aside, changed his suit pants, and sat back in his seat to close his eyes and rest.
Jiao Bai’s medicine took effect, he didn’t hurt anymore, and he quickly fell asleep.
When they arrived at the airport, Jiao Bai hadn’t woken up yet. He was wearing a very thick, fluffy beige coat, the zipper pulled to the top, the hood pulled over his head, his hands shrunk into his sleeves, like a hibernating bear.
Shen Ji, in his suit and tie, felt ashamed.
Chen Yiming and the others, also in formal attire, didn’t want to walk with Jiao Bai either.
The style was too different, very discordant.
Jiao Bai, who was left behind by the group, said slowly, “I need to go to the bathroom.”
Jiao Bai said before Shen Ji could get angry, “Some people can’t pee on the plane, like me.”
Shen Ji glanced at Jiao Bai lightly.
Chen Yiming saw that the chairman hadn’t spoken, which meant that he didn’t want to waste words on this matter, so he had two bodyguards follow him.
In the bathroom, Jiao Bai borrowed a cell phone from a boy, dialed a string of numbers, and said as soon as it connected, “Hello, Shen Er An, it’s me.”
A suppressed breathing sound came from the phone.
Jiao Bai sat on the relatively clean toilet seat: “I’m in West City, just arrived.”
Shen Er An still didn’t say anything.
This reaction made Jiao Bai suspicious. Did Shen Er An already know he was coming to West City?
How did he know?
Jiao Bai thought of Shen Er An’s black technology companions. He wouldn’t still be pulling tricks behind his father’s back, would he?
His father didn’t care about it now, but if he suddenly decided to care one day, then he would either go back to Cheng Mountain to pick tea, or he would go see his mother.
Shen Er An seemed to guess what Jiao Bai was thinking, and he said softly, “I’m not using them anymore.”
After a pause, Shen Er An said again, “The auntie at Shang Ming Garden told me.”
Jiao Bai understood. This was Shen Ji’s intention, otherwise the auntie wouldn’t dare to reveal it.
“Okay, I’m hanging up then,” Jiao Bai said.
Shen Er An called out, “Wait, are you okay?”
There was no stuttering in these words.
Jiao Bai smiled: “Nothing big, I have a doctor with me.” Actually, he was followed by a medical team. I’m afraid it’s not as simple as taking a trip to West City, there are other itineraries.
That old bastard just wanted him to suffer.
The other end of the phone was very quiet. Jiao Bai knew that the young master could stay like this for a day. He didn’t have time to comfort or tease him, so he just said, “I’ll bring you a small gift when I get back.” If I can have some free time.
“I don’t want a gift, I want you, to be safe.”
Shen Er An hung up after saying that.
Jiao Bai was stunned. Ah, this tearful feeling, really. Okay, young master Shen, as long as you don’t become a yandere or a scumbag, I’ll be your friend for life.
Jiao Bai had no other phone calls to make. As he opened the lock on the stall, he thought that Li Jue wouldn’t chase after Shen Er An at school, and would rarely even get close to him.
That was why Shen Er An would be careless and fall for his tricks.
The turning point was the day after the college entrance exam, which was still early.
Moreover,
He had come to this world.
Jiao Bai walked out of the stall. The scumbag gong and the slutty shou were both his friends. He was passively participating in their lives, and maybe he could stop that incident from happening.
Jiao Bai asked the assistant, would there be a punishment if he destroyed the main plot of the official gong and shou?
[No.]
Jiao Bai breathed a sigh of relief. It’s not like he had to destroy it. He would see how it goes. Maybe the two of them would fall in love. Or it’s not impossible for Li Jue to fall in love with someone else before that.
You don’t know what will happen tomorrow, let alone next year.
This world in the manga didn’t care much about the original plot, as long as it was dog-blood.
Jiao Bai returned the phone to the boy.
The boy hadn’t left.
Jiao Bai pulled the drawstring of his fuzzy coat and raised an eyebrow slightly: “Something wrong?”
The boy’s face turned red: “Big brother, what’s your name?”
Jiao Bai said, “Water Ginseng.”
Water what? By the time the boy reacted, he was the only one left in the bathroom. He couldn’t wait to open WeChat and click on the “” group.
Little Ear: I just saw a sickly big brother!!! Tall and thin, so white, his hands are so beautiful, the kind of white where you can faintly see the blue blood vessels, but his nails aren’t very neat, he doesn’t pay attention to his appearance ugh, the corners of his eyes droop downwards, he looks like a moaning little animal, I want to hug him and rub him!
Little Ear sent a barrage of screaming emoticons.
The group used to have both 0s and 1s, and they could occasionally spar internally, but now there were only 0s left. The 1s had all gone out to start their own groups.
Without the 1s, the little 0s couldn’t flirt, and the group’s activity had dropped a lot.
At this time, because of Little Ear’s excitement, a wave of people came out and asked him for photos.
Little Ear: No photos, I didn’t have a chance to take them.
The group bombarded him, go go go, what’s the point of saying anything without photos.
Little Ear resentfully sent a voice message: “He said his name was Water something.”
A group member chimed in: Water Ginseng?
Little Ear: Yes!
Little Ear: Yes, yes! That’s the name!
-Um, just saying, I remember there’s a Gao Gua in our group.
-Also called Water Ginseng.
-Damn, could it be him?
-Little Ear, you have this kind of fate? I don’t believe it, just a coincidence.
Little Ear’s hands holding the phone were shaking. That fuzzy big brother must be Gao Gua, he didn’t care, he must be, absolutely!
Wuwuwu, big Gao Gua brother, no, big brother Gao Gua, no, Gao Gua isn’t a 0, he can be a 1, a little milk dog.
I can, I really can!
Little Ear went crying to his brother: “Brother, can you help me get the surveillance video from West City Airport… I just want to check on a person, please… can your brother save the money to buy lollipops, it all depends on you…”
It got dark.
It had just rained in West City, there wasn’t much wind, it was just cold.
Jiao Bai was sitting in the car, holding the seaweed snacks he hadn’t finished eating. He was dozing off, and the assistant’s reminder came very suddenly.
[Your friend has come online]
[Your friend has gone offline]
Jiao Bai immediately perked up. Shen Ji had been by his side and hadn’t gone offline, so this friend wasn’t referring to him.
So who was it? They had just gotten within five meters of him and then left, so quickly that he didn’t even have time to check the changes in the avatar on his account.
Jiao Bai thought for a while, using the process of elimination, and smiled. A friend from East City.
The atmosphere in the car wasn’t good.
Chen Yiming in the front row had a stiff back. Just now, a car from the Cen family in East City had passed by. Judging from the logo on the car, it should be the newly appointed young master, coming to West City to visit his grandfather.
Jiao Bai in the back seat was crazy, how could he be staring at the car’s ass as it drove away? He could even recognize that young master from the Cen family?
Impossible.
Chen Yiming was almost certain. Jiao Bai had been brought from the countryside to Nancheng by the Shen family, and had been confined to Qin Xin Garden, restricting his activities. He only had three or four months of freedom after leaving Qin Xin Garden and moving into Shang Ming Garden.
But during that time, the young master of the Cen family was studying for a master’s degree abroad.
After sorting out his thoughts, Chen Yiming was even more confused. He signaled the driver to roll up the window and lock it.
Shen Ji was on the phone, seemingly not noticing anything, but the air pressure around him was dropping lower and lower.
The car drove with a cold current for twenty or thirty minutes and stopped at its destination.
Not Qi’s old castle, nor the hospital, but Lan Yi Zhai.
It started raining again, and fog rose, and the visibility outside wasn’t high.
The car stopped in front of Lan Yi Zhai, and Shen Ji said two words: “Open the window.”
The driver knew how to read the situation. He understandingly lowered the window on the side of the chairman’s little lover.
Rain instantly floated into the car, covering Jiao Bai.
Jiao Bai’s fuzzy coat was quickly soaked with rain, drooping into clumps. Coldness drilled in from those clumps.
Chen Yiming and the driver were breathing very lightly. They wouldn’t seek attention when the master was punishing the little lover.
Shen Ji lit a cigarette, leaned against the back of the chair, and took a puff. A cloud of blue-white smoke overflowed from his lips, tangling with the wind and rain flying in from the car window and wrapped around Jiao Bai.
Jiao Bai was so cold that he cursed: “Fuck!”
The car was silent.
Then, Jiao Bai sneezed on Shen Ji’s face.
Chen Yiming’s eyelids jumped in the passenger seat: “Chairman, would you like to wipe your face?”
Shen Ji took a puff of cigarette, clamped the little dog’s paw with one hand, and covered his own face, wiping it casually a few times. The spicy snack smell from the dog’s paw rushed into his nose, and he threw it away in disgust.
But before that, he was scratched.
So the people at Lan Yi Zhai saw that the great figure of the Shen family in Nancheng had a scratch on his face, and blood was still seeping out.
The shock of this scene was lessened by the young man he was holding.
Among the pile of employees, some admiring glances appeared.
The painkillers that Jiao Bai took could last for six or seven hours, so he was physically fine, but mentally he wasn’t doing well, very tired, and didn’t want to fight wits and courage with the task target, he just wanted a place to lie down and sleep.
“Old Shen.”
[Your friend has come online]
Two voices rang out one after the other.
Jiao Bai rubbed his drooping eyelids. Both were business giants, but the one surnamed Qi was like a gentle breeze and a deadly blow, unlike the one next to him, who was like ice knives slashing randomly, splattering blood everywhere.
“Old Shen, you brought someone over, how can you not take good care of him?” Qi Yi Liao’s eyes looked very strange at Jiao Bai.
Shen Ji lowered his hand that was blocking the scratch on his face. His old friend had forgotten his little dog.
He thought so the second before, and the next second he saw his old friend take a few steps closer.
“A little familiar.” Qi Yi Liao looked at Jiao Bai from a close distance, without a hint of ambiguity, because he was both calm and peaceful.
He looked like an old, but still very handsome and charismatic grandpa, reminiscing about the past: “You are Xiao…”
Jiao Bai’s eyes, red from the cold and sneezing, widened, and his tiger teeth were exposed. He was going to start with the Hundred Family Surnames again, right?!
“Little Wildcat.” Qi Yi Liao laughed.
Shen Ji glanced at him, tightening his grip on Jiao Bai: “Jiao Bai, greet him.”
This was the first time Shen Ji called this name, with an inscrutable meaning.
Jiao Bai was absent-minded. Qi Yi Liao was fine, and Zhang Zhen wasn’t there, so the sick person was most likely him.
Zhang Zhen was a hitman who had grown up licking blood off knives, what kind of illness could he have…
A burning pain came from his wrist. Jiao Bai “hissed” and shook off Shen Ji’s hand.
“Old Shen, you need to have some patience with kids,” Qi Yi Liao said.
Shen Ji was used to his approachable appearance, but this time he said coldly, “Nineteen, what kind of kid is that?”
Jiao Bai didn’t care what the two old men were saying. He was looking at the golden-eyed white cat on Qi Yi Liao’s avatar.
The pure gold pupils of the half-open white cat had his reflection in them, and it seemed to be closer to him. It was as if the size of the picture had been enlarged.
Jiao Bai watched for a while and couldn’t help but gasp. It wasn’t an illusion.
It was really closer to him.
The white cat was walking!
This was the third time Jiao Bai had seen Qi Yi Liao. They hadn’t officially started fighting, so he was sure that the white cat related to Qi Yi Liao’s inner self wasn’t coming for him, it wasn’t trying to get closer to him, it was leaving on its own.
It was as if it had been waiting in the same place for a while and was tired of it.
But it had a thin wire around its neck, so even if it leaned forward, it would be in excruciating pain.
Why was it leaving?
Jiao Bai observed another small plate on Qi Yi Liao’s avatar. The location was very subtle, as if it were behind the white cat, a vertical, long shape. He didn’t know what it was, and he still couldn’t see it clearly.
Jiao Bai took off his wet coat, rolled up the sleeves of his thin shirt that was clinging to his arm, and waved to Qi Yi Liao: “Chairman Qi, we meet again, good evening.”
“Good evening.” Qi Yi Liao walked towards the private room, “Come in, it’s warmer inside.”
As soon as Jiao Bai entered the private room, all the hairs standing up on his body softened. He slowly sat down on the wooden chair in the innermost part.
Qi Yi Liao was wearing a black sweater with a half-high collar, encircling his slender neck. His black hair wasn’t waxed, as if it had just been washed, and there was a smell of sunken wood soaked in water in his hair. He was very amiable, like a hospitable elder: “Old Shen, should we get some ginger soup for Xiao Bai?”
Shen Ji sat next to Jiao Bai: “No need.”
“Let’s still get a bowl of ginger soup, everyone can drink a little to drive away the cold.” Qi Yi Liao asked the people at Lan Yi Zhai to prepare it.
Shen Ji pulled out a cigarette case, but before he could take out a cigarette, he threw the cigarette case on the table.
How hadn’t he noticed before, his old friend was so nosy?