you are deep in the stars

A cigarette burned to the end, emitting the last blue smoke.

Han Zhuo threw the cigarette butts into the trash can, and wanted to go back to the banquet hall, but when he turned around, he saw someone standing at the balcony door looking at him—he was in his 50s, with a kind face, and although he was wearing an exaggerated and funny drama dress, he was still Can't hide the strong bookish temperament of intellectuals on his body.

"May I ask if you have anything to do?" Han Zhuo asked.

"Shouldn't it be you who came to me for something?" Liang Yi said with a smile, "Mr. Han, I have long admired your name."

Han Zhuo raised the corner of his mouth, noncommittal to this sentence.

"I guess you should be very concerned about Jing Jing's movements, and you have already done a background check on me." Liang Yi took the initiative to come over, "So we'd better save time, because first, it's really cold on the balcony, and second Two, my girlfriend is still waiting for me to go back."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Han Zhuo glanced behind him, but didn't find anything unusual for the time being.

"I want to tell you that Jing Jing is out of danger, and I have also formulated a treatment plan to gradually restore her deformed bones." Liang Yi said, "If everything goes well, it will only take about three years. , she will return to a normal life." When he said this, his tone was quite casual, as if he was describing a very easy thing, but any researcher of supernatural beings knows that this is definitely a Explosive blockbuster achievements - not even the underground warehouse and the third laboratory can do it.

"I have always admired Mr. Han." Liang Yi expressed his affection again, "It can even be said that he has admired his name for a long time."

"This is not a good place to talk." Han Zhuo shook his head.

"It's okay, there won't be any annoying guys here." Liang Yi smiled, "But I understand your concerns, so tomorrow at four o'clock in the afternoon, I look forward to seeing you in my hospital." While saying, he He took another photo out of his pocket and stuffed it into Han Zhuo's hands, "Don't worry, I don't like underground warehouses either, and I don't like most people in Beidou Research. Well, there is one more thing, if you don't mind , Tomorrow I want to call Director Zhou again, the relationship between you urgently needs some easing, and I am happy to act as the middleman."

Han Zhuo glanced at the photo in his hand, it was an office, there was nothing special about it, but it clearly showed the layout of every direction, the purpose was obvious - to facilitate his instant movement, and this ability It is a secret that only a few people know.

"I do know a lot of things." Before he asked the question, Liang Yi had already voluntarily admitted, and raised his hand like a child, "But I promise I didn't tell anyone, including Zhou Yong."

"Who are you?" Han Zhuo looked at him.

"You may have guessed it, I'm from the Beidou Research Institute," Liang Yi couldn't help shivering in the cold wind. He rubbed his cold arms with his hands, and squeezed out another frozen and unsettled arm. With an unenthusiastic smile, "It's also the director who doesn't have any information, Liang Yi."

Seeing the person in charge of the Beidou Research Institute in such a scene, the other party was so frank, which was indeed quite beyond Han Zhuo's expectations, but as I said just now, this is indeed not a good place to talk.

Han Zhuo reminded: "Someone is coming."

"Huh?" Liang Yi turned around.

Zhuang Yan was leaning against the door of the balcony with fifteen centimeter high heels on, with a puzzled look on her face, "What are you talking about?" She had just learned from her son that this gentle man was Bai Xi's bodyguard. It's like being able to have a common topic with the doctor.

Han Zhuo smiled and said, "This gentleman is trying to persuade me to quit smoking."

Liang Yi said innocently: "Sorry, professional habits."

"It's none of your business that young people smoke, and you won't be afraid of catching cold if you stand here." Zhuang Yan came over, grabbed his arm and complained softly.

"Okay, let's go back now." Liang Yi patted her hand and smiled again, "Mr. Han, go in too, it's really too cold outside."

Han Zhuo put the photo in his trouser pocket and went back to the banquet hall together.

The ball was still going on, and the young, handsome, modest and polite Bai Xi was undoubtedly the object of many beautiful girls' invitations. Even the host of the party, Mark Lee, could only stand by the bar full of sadness, watching helplessly. Someone else snatched away their beloved soulmate.

Han Zhuo found a place with a wide view and ordered a glass of juice for himself.It took a full half an hour before Bai Xi came back to him and complained softly, "Why didn't you come to save me?"

"Because you had a lot of fun, and those girls are cute too." Han Zhuo handed him a tissue, "Would you like a drink? The wild pineapple juice here is very sweet."

"Aren't you jealous?" Bai Xi observed carefully.

Mr. Han shook his head honestly.

"I found your point really strange." Bai Xi tugged at his tie, he would care about Teacher Steve and Mark Lee, but he didn't care about pretty girls.

"Hello." At this time, another young lady came over and said shyly, "May I ask you to dance?"

Han Zhuo asked unexpectedly, "Me?"

Bai Xi: "..."

The other party nodded.

"I'm sorry, I can't dance, and I'm not a guest." Han Zhuo stood up, and refused gently and apologetically, "I'm a bodyguard, and I can't leave my employer."

"... Excuse me." The other party blushed, turned and left in a hurry.

Holding the juice glass in both hands, Bai Xi said sourly, "Didn't you notice? She is the most beautiful girl in the whole ball, just like a little princess in an old castle."

"But I'm not interested in the little princess, I just want the little prince," Mr. Han propped his head with one hand, his eyes focused, "he's bright and dazzling, like the brightest little star in the night."

Bai Xi said, "Oh."

He pursed his lips, trying to make himself less obvious, and then changed the subject: "I've already got Mr. Zhuang's business card, she seems to have a good impression of me, should we contact her a few times first, Find another chance to meet that Dean Niu?"

"No need." Han Zhuo shook his head.

Bai Xi was puzzled: "Why?"

Han Zhuo replied: "Because when you were dancing, I already talked to him. He is not only the director Niu of Bo'ai Private Hospital, but also the director of Beidou Research Institute."

Bai Xi opened her mouth wide: "Are you sure?"

"It should be certain that he personally admitted that he is Liang Yi, which is a bit shocking." Han Zhuo said, "And asked me to go to his office at four o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

"Xiaobai!" Ma Keli suddenly descended from the sky and said beamingly, "The next thing is a joyous dance in the forest, you will definitely like it very much."

"I... eh?" Bai Xi hesitated for a moment. He originally wanted to say that he had other matters and needed to leave immediately, but he felt very sorry for this close friend—after all, it was through him that he could get to know Zhuang Yanhe smoothly. Liang Yi is considered a huge favor, even if it is just out of politeness, he should always do something to make him happy.

While he was hesitating, Mark Lee had already exploded with infinite power, dragging Xiao Bai to the front row of the dance floor.

Han Zhuo: "..."

The sound of the music is indeed very brisk, and the projection lights on the ceiling are constantly changing angles, making the entire banquet hall into a fairy tale The Wizard of Oz, full of wonderful and joyful factors.Looking at Director Ma's elated face, Mr. Han called the waiter and ordered himself a glass of calming ice water.

This is the happiest dance act, and also the longest, at a full 15 minutes.

Liang Yi supported his waist and was out of breath, Ma Keli whispered worriedly: "Mom, your boyfriend this time doesn't look... not very good?"

A fierce light flashed in Zhuang Yan's eyes.

Mark Lee turned pale with fright, he quickly withdrew his right foot, and ran to find his soulmate to complain—but Bai Xi had already disappeared into the banquet hall, and only asked the waiter to hand over a note expressing his grievances. Thanks and apologies, but I really have to leave and have dinner together another day.

Mark Lee squatted on the ground, holding his chest with both hands.

ah!Lost!

Bai Xi dragged Han Zhuo, and the two ran out of the elevator all the way, and got into the car with a smile.

"Do you know what you looked like just now?" Han Zhuo asked.

Bai Xi thought for a while: "The Cinderella who escaped from the ball?"

"Well, very cute." Mr. Han leaned over and kissed him, "So a kiss is needed to continue the magic, otherwise this car will turn into a pumpkin."

"Hmm..." Bai Xi protested, "This is the parking lot."

"So?" Han Zhuo asked.

"So we have to get out of here first." Bai Xi broke free from the restraint with great difficulty, then pushed the pervert to the driver's seat, pulled the seat belt and "swipe" it to buckle it up, and finally held both hands and pressed the steering wheel, saying seriously, "Good boy ,obedient."

"Don't you really want to do something?" Mr. Han started the car and continued jokingly, "It's a shame that you support me like this."

"Wait a minute, don't go home yet." Bai Xi handed the phone in front of him, "Let's go to this restaurant for dinner."

"Eat?" Han Zhuo was a little surprised: "I thought you would really like to know the content of my chat with Liang Yi."

"I really want to know, but today is Christmas Eve." Bai Xi said, "Since you are not in a hurry to tell me, it means that there is actually no urgency, so I guess we can postpone it until later." He touched Looking at Mr. Han's side face, he smiled again and said, "Every festival is important, isn't it?"

"Every festival with you is very important." Han Zhuo corrected, held his hand again, and kissed him on the lips.

……

There was hot water in the pot, and Liu Chunchun blew a dumpling to cool, put it in a carrot-shaped bowl and handed it to Mr. Wang—it was a gift from the supermarket's yogurt promotion.

"It's cooked this time." Wang Yuanchen nodded, "You can eat it."

"I was like you when I was young." Liu Chunchun said with a smile while holding the bowls and chopsticks, "I like to stand in the kitchen and wait. My mother cooks dumplings and pork ribs. I can be full before they come out of the pot. Also, me and My dad loves to gnaw on chicken feet. Every time I stew chicken, I have to go to the kitchen with a bench in advance, for fear that I won’t be able to eat it. I didn’t realize it until I went to college. tease me."

Wang Yuanchen knocked him on the head, didn't say anything, just went to the restaurant with vinegar and soy sauce.

Liu Chunchun was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the word "family" to Wang Yuanchen probably meant a past that he would never touch until he died, so annoyed and blamed himself, he took off his apron and took the dumplings He tiptoed out, wanting to spy on the military situation.

Wang Yuanchen put a bottle of wine on the dining table, and resumed his condescending demeanor: "Come here."

"I...well, do you want chili oil?" Liu Chunchun rubbed his hands.

Wang Yuanchen grabbed his face and said displeasedly, "Why are you smirking?"

"I'm not smirking." Liu Chunchun ambiguously defended, "This is a friendly smile."

Wang Yuanchen snorted, let go and said, "Eat!"

Liu Chunchun hurriedly helped to open the chair, and took the initiative to adjust the vinegar sauce, and handed over the carrot bowl.

The dumplings were delicious, piping hot and plump, but compared to the ones just out of the pan, they seemed to have changed in taste.Although Wang Yuanchen didn't want to reveal his true emotions, Liu Chunchun was as careful as a hair, whether it was from Mr. Wang's expression, eyes, or appetite, he could tell the clues.

The Christmas Eve dinner was not as relaxed and happy as expected, even a little dull.

Liu Chunchun secretly sent text messages, urgently asking for help from the people outside the stadium.

But Bai Xi was busy valuing sex over friends, and ignored him.

Halfway through the meal, Wang Yuanchen put down his chopsticks and got up to leave. One minute later, he brought over a blue box with a beautiful ribbon, put it on the dining table with a "boom", and said coldly, "Christmas gift."

Liu Chunchun was startled: "Huh?"

But Mr. Wang has already returned to the bedroom—he actually prepared this gift for a long time, and he also made up his mind to bully Liu Chunchun until he was wrinkled before giving it to him, but suddenly he lost his mood.

Looking at the closed bedroom door, Liu Chunchun wanted to beat his head.

But in the 215 group, Wang Xiaosen was still crying like hell, saying that he was suffering from overtime work and wanted to cry so much that he needed everyone to be crazy.

Yu Jiong: "No, get out."

Bai Xi: "No, get out."

Liu Chunchun: "Brother Bai!!!!!! Help!!!!!!"

After failing to pretend to be blind, Bai Xi had no choice but to make a phone call to give him short-term humanitarian care.

"Is he really angry?" After explaining the cause and effect, Liu Chunchun said aggrievedly, "What should I do—ah!"

The bedroom door opened suddenly, and he was immediately pierced by a huge force, and he flew up with a "whoosh".

Of course, the speed of "whoosh" was very gentle, because Wang Yuanchen didn't let go of his hand, but directly carried him to the bed, gritted his teeth and said, "Next time you make a call, you can find a place where I can't hear you."

Liu Chunchun held his head and admitted his mistake.

"I'm fine." Wang Yuanchen said proudly, "You can go."

Liu Chunchun smiled sweetly: "Since it's all right, let's watch TV."

"No." Mr. Wang refused.

Liu Chunchun suggested again: "Play games."

"Don't fight." Mentioning this matter, Wang Yuanchen felt very angry. He had never seen such a stingy person, who even refused to use the bullets in the game-he was being sniped by a group of people with AK, and he was still Slashing people with a sickle with a gap!

Liu Chunchun knew he was wrong, and raised his hand to promise: "Let's go, all the equipment I picked up this time belong to you!"

With constant buzzing in his ears, Wang Yuanchen took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "Do you know that I can let you fly out of the sixteenth floor at any time?"

Liu Chunchun shrank his neck: "Then no one will make dumplings for you."

Wang Yuanchen looked at him fiercely.

Liu Chunchun retreated guiltily: "Don't... I'm a little scared when you're like this."

Wang Yuanchen hooked his fingers at him.

Liu Chunchun stood up resolutely: "I'm going to unwrap the presents—help!"

Wang Yuanchen grabbed his cheek with all his strength, pushed him down on the soft and spacious bed, pulled the quilt with his other hand, and wrapped him up like a glutinous rice ball. He took another bite, and of course, he bit all the goose down and cotton.

After venting, Mr. Wang said disgustedly: "Why do you sound like a butcher."

Liu Chunchun wanted to cry but had no tears, it was because I was beaten and pinched again, and I was still wrapped in the quilt until now, being held down by you and unable to move.

He coughed hard: "Please, can you get up from me first."

The other party didn't move, not only didn't move, but also didn't speak.

Liu Chunchun was dying pitifully, feeling that he was probably about to faint, and he had no strength to protest anymore, but in this silence and darkness, he was keenly aware that the people on his body seemed to be in the wrong mood.

Five minutes later, Liu Chunchun trembled and sent a text message to Bai Xi under the blanket—what should I do?Am I hallucinating, or is he really crying?

The phone buzzed and vibrated, but Bai Xi didn't notice it at all. He was sitting in the flashing and dreamy booth, enjoying a romantic dinner for two with Mr. Han.This is not a high-end restaurant, so there is no need to deliberately lower your voice. The Christmas songs on the radio, the waiter with reindeer antlers, and the extra chestnut cake can make people feel happy.

Daisy duly called Mr. Han to remind him: "This was supposed to be your wedding eve."

Han Zhuo handed the phone to Bai Xi, and continued to enjoy the food by himself.

Bai Xi kicked him under the table, and then said obediently and enthusiastically, "Hello, Auntie...huh? Married?"

The corner of Mr. Han's mouth raised.

"We don't have this plan yet." Bai Xi was a little embarrassed, "Yeah...not next year...the year after? Uh...no no no, I'm not hesitating...I'm not going to get married right away...Auntie, hello? The signal here is bad, bye!"

After he hung up the phone, Han Zhuo dropped the fork and smiled rather sympathetically.

"When do you plan to marry me?" Bai Xi suddenly asked seriously.

Han Zhuo was taken aback when he heard the words: "What?"

Bai Xi stared at him silently for a moment, then continued to eat with her head down, but a mischievous smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Little villain." Han Zhuo heaved a sigh of relief, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "You are forbidden to talk to Daisy again in the future."