you are deep in the stars

The phone was still buzzing and vibrating, and it seemed that it had no intention of stopping.Bai Xi had no choice but to tell the truth: "In the movie theater, we exchanged business cards."

At that time, Mr. Han happened to be going to the bathroom, so Mark Li saw a needle, and quickly stuffed a crumpled business card, which could be seen to have been tightly held in his hand for a long time, and his eyes looked a little anxious and expectant. The people around me, at this moment, coincided with the heroine of the screen screaming miserably: "No... if... leave... a... phone... number... ah..."

Bai Xi had goose bumps all over her body: "Did you pick this time on purpose?"

Mark Li quickly shook his head, expressing that it is rare to have a confidant in life, brother has absolutely no other meaning, just a little afraid of your bodyguard.

"He's very nice." Bai Xi opened the business card holder, "Here, my surname is Bai."

Like a treasure, Mark Li stuffed the business card into his pocket.

"We occasionally discuss movies together." Bai Xi curled up on the sofa and mumbled, "But I don't want to talk right now."

"I really admire your circle of friends." Han Zhuo pressed the hands-free button.

Director Mark Lee immediately recited with emotion: "Ghosts are scattered back to the funeral palace, and the ghosts who died violently held grudges for a long time. There are clusters of their bones at the bottom of the water beside the road, because they are afraid that the ugly description will be exposed in the daytime!"

Mr. Han's face was livid: "Wrong type."

Mark Lee: "..."

Mark Li cautiously probed: "Hello?"

"It's me." Bai Xi leaned over, "I'm sorry, I'm very tired today."

"It's okay, that was Mr. Han just now, right?" Mark Lee said with concern, "Your voice sounds tired, are you sick?"

"No, I'm on a business trip." Bai Xi leaned on Han Zhuo, "What's the matter?"

"I want to invite you to a masquerade ball." Mentioning this topic, Mark Lee suddenly became excited. He said, "The theme is Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream". You will definitely like it."

"But I've been very busy recently, and I've been sick." Bai Xi's nose was a bit blocked, "I'm sorry, you can invite someone else."

"But the ball is next month." Mark Lee didn't want to give up, "I've already prepared a gorgeous court dress for you."

Bai Xi: "..."

"I'm sorry, Director Li." Han Zhuo removed the phone from Bai Xi's ear, "I—"

"My surname is Ma." The other party corrected in time.

Mr. Han paused for a moment, and then said: "Director Ma, Mr. Bai is really, really busy, so I suggest you change to a beautiful female partner to attend this masquerade ball."

But I don't need a girlfriend.Mark Li answered in his heart, but facing the iron-blooded and cold Mr. Bodyguard, he still compromised and said with a good attitude: "Then Mr. Bai, please rest well, I will call back in two days, goodbye."

Han Zhuo returned the phone: "It is forbidden to answer such harassing calls in the future."

"He's actually quite talented." Bai Xi said, "Every time I finish talking with him on the phone, I'll gain something new, so it's not a waste of time."

"New harvest?" Han Zhuo squeezed his chin, "What are you talking about?"

"I have everything. I was talking about "A Midsummer Night's Dream" recently, so he invited me to the party." Bai Xi asked again, "Do you like Shakespeare?"

Mr. Han thought about it, and said implicitly: "Does Teacher Steve like it?" If it doesn't like it, at least I'm not a loser.

Bai Xi finally laughed out.

"Don't think about other things yet." Han Zhuo patted him, "The underground warehouse is just to threaten Zhou Yong, so it shouldn't hurt Mrs. Zhou and Zhou Jing."

Bai Xi nodded and took a deep breath: "I'm a little sleepy."

Han Zhuo carried him into the bathroom.

Soaking in the slightly hot bathtub, Bai Xi's tense nerves finally relaxed. He closed his eyes, trying to separate himself from the chaotic thoughts as much as possible.In the bedroom, Han Zhuo was helping him prepare the clothes he was going to wear tomorrow, but the phone showed that there was a call - a familiar number.

"Do you know what I'm going to say?" Shi Tian was very straightforward.

Han Zhuo stood by the window with a cold tone: "I don't know."

Shi Tian sighed slightly: "I have always hoped that you can come back, and I have repeatedly emphasized that the underground warehouse will not be against you, and I can even tolerate your repeated interference with the actions of the pursuers, but this does not mean that you can be unscrupulous and go more and more. boundary."

"So?" Han Zhuo asked.

"So this time it's just a small warning." Shi Tian put down the wine glass in his hand, "Of course you can continue to mess around, but from now on, you have to pay the price for every action you take."

When he said this, the screen in front of him was simultaneously projecting a picture of a laboratory. Zhou Jing was lying quietly on the laboratory table with her eyes closed. Her limbs looked extraordinarily slender. The proportion that ordinary people should have.

"What are you going to do to her?" Han Zhuo asked.

"I didn't plan to do anything at first, and she doesn't have much research value." Shi Tian smiled, and his tone seemed to feel sorry for him, "But now, everything depends on your performance."

As for the specific form of the so-called "expression", Shi Tian continued: "At three o'clock in the afternoon on Saturday, come to the old place to draw a tube of blood, and I will let this poor girl go, and I promise that I will never harass Zhou Yong's family again. ,How about it?"

Han Zhuo's hand holding the phone tightened slightly, but he didn't speak.At this time, the neon lights were flashing outside the window, loud singing and dancing music came from the Miami hotel, steaming fried skewers and barbecue had just been cooked in the stalls on the street, beer bottles rolled to the ground, accompanied by the laughter of the little ruffians, Everything in front of me looks so mundane and noisy, in stark contrast to the cold and silent laboratory in the distance.

Shi Tian was very patient. He closed his eyes comfortably, and in the deathly silence, he listened to the passage of time on the phone second by second, until the person on the other side said: "Okay."

When Han Zhuo hung up the phone, Bai Xi just came out of the bathroom. Wrapped in his nightgown, he said shyly, "I'm sorry, I fell asleep."

"It's okay." Han Zhuo closed the window to keep out the cold wind, "Do you want some milk?"

"I've already brushed my teeth." Bai Xi came over and held his cheeks with warm hands, "Why are you standing here blowing the cold wind, who called just now?"

Han Zhuo hesitated for a moment, but chose to tell him the truth: "It's Shi Tian, ​​and Zhou Jing is in his hands. Nothing should happen now."

"Is it just for now?" Bai Xi was worried, "And after that, what request did he make?"

"On Saturday, trade a tube of my blood for Zhou Jing." Han Zhuo replied, "He needs some follow-up data records for the experiments done on me."

"No." Bai Xi was shocked when he heard this, and firmly held his hand, "I don't agree."

Han Zhuo felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry, I made you worry again."

"Don't be sorry." Bai Xi pressed his frown, "You didn't apologize to anyone."

Han Zhuo nodded. He wanted to look relaxed, but it was still difficult to hide the tiredness in his eyes. Ultraman Cosmic Invincible would also have moments of depression, and would need other help and comfort—even if it was just a warm hug.

Bai Xi asked, "Do you want me to help you take a bath?"

Han Zhuo said: "Okay."

Bai Xi: "..."

Bai Xi said, "Cough."

Mr. Han is not afraid of the cold, so he doesn't wear too many clothes in winter.Bai Xi threw his shirt into the clothes basket, then, looking past the beautiful muscles, he unfastened the belt buckle in twos and twos.

"Okay," he said.

Han Zhuo looked puzzled: "Are you taking a bath in underwear?"

"Yes." Bai Xi said without changing his face, "You may not know it when you first came here, but we civilized people are all like this." As he said, he "swiped" to turn on the sprinkler to the maximum, using the hot air like rain, forcing Mr. Han closed his misty and seductive eyes.

The bath flower quickly produces fine foam, and then is rinsed off by hot water.Han Zhuo said sincerely: "Seeing you washing so proficiently and without distractions, I feel deeply frustrated."

"It's called professionalism." Bai Xi patted the bath flower into his arms, "Okay, wash the rest by yourself."

"The rest," Mr. Han asked shamelessly, leaning slightly, "what is it?"

Bai Xi stretched out her hand and patted it.

Han Zhuo gasped.

"It's a good size." Bai Xi leaned close to his ear and rolled her eyes, "Also, judging by your reaction, I'm not frustrated at all, and I feel a sense of accomplishment."

Han Zhuo reached out to hold him, but was a step too late. Bai Xi ran out of the bathroom wrapped in wet clothes, leaving a string of cute footprints on the carpet.

Ten minutes later, Han Zhuo also returned to the bedroom following the string of wet footprints. Bai Xi was sleeping soundly with the quilt rolled up.He only occupied a small corner, and left more than half of the two-meter bed to Mr. Han. It was obvious that he wanted to please him, but unfortunately, it didn't have any effect.

The little satyr in the bathroom was quicker than anyone else when faced with the harsh reality. As soon as he felt the huge pressure coming from around him, Bai Xi resolutely rolled and crawled to the corner of the bed, raising his hands in surrender: "Brother Han!" I was wrong."

"What do you call me?" Han Zhuo leaned against the head of the bed, the corner of his mouth curled up.

"Brother Han, Big Brother, Boss, Mr. Han, Mr. Han." Bai Xi pushed the quilt on her head, only showing one face, "Which one do you like?"

Han Zhuo replied: "I don't like any of them."

"Being a person can't be too picky." Bai Xi moved to the side while teaching.

"I'm going to fall." Han Zhuo reminded him, "Are you going to squat there overnight?"

"If you are willing to cross the line, then I can squat overnight." Bai Xi stretched out his hand, "This piece belongs to me."

Han Zhuo shook his head: "I don't want to."