I don't like the protagonist

Fang Bai thought for a while, and felt that what he said made sense, and he could take the opportunity to increase his favorability. It would be better to restore the lost favorability, "Okay then, sorry to trouble you, I live in XX community."

"It's very close to my house. Hasn't Mr. Si ever thought about changing to a good neighborhood? It's not too good over there." Zhou Mubai helped Director Dong open the car door. Looking at Director Dong, he always felt that he was a girl. Thinking about taking care of him, "Be careful when meeting your head."

"Thank you, I'm used to living there and don't want to move."

The two of them chatted all the way, and the atmosphere was good, there was no silence, and when they got home, Fang Bai really brought back that favorability.

The two left each other's contact information, and Zhou Mubai left.

Director Dong walked home. The room was very dark, like a monster with its mouth open to devour everything. He turned on the lights, changed his shoes, took a bath, and when he calmed down, he sat in front of the drawing board and drew Zhou Mubai.

Director Dong draws very carefully, and draws the details very well. After the painting is finished, he sits in front of the picture and looks at the person in the picture. He is wearing a police uniform, with a tall and straight figure, with a heroic look in his eyes. Very reassuring.

Fang Bai was in a daze, thinking about how to increase his favorability. Zhou Mubai had a special profession, and he couldn't find him often. There had to be a reason!

well!My head is getting bigger, but I still don’t want to.

Fang Bai occupied Director Dong's body, and after looking at his memory, he knew how to draw naturally. He looked at Zhou Mubai on the drawing board, um!It really suits his appetite, just like the guy in college.

It was a little closer to twelve o'clock, Fang Bai gave up thinking, and lay down on the bed to get ready for sleep. He remembered that he had an art exhibition recently, and his agent would come over tomorrow.

Zhou Mubai's side was more lively than here, with many people. They had just finished a big case and were going to relax, so Zhou Mubai rushed back immediately after seeing off Director Dong.

"Xiao Lin, I heard that the painter named Director Dong got involved in the scene because of a fight tonight?" A group of people were noisy, and Zhou Mubai listened from the side without expressing his opinion.

"Yeah, I've heard that too, but I'm too busy at night to see it. How about it? I heard that she is not only good at drawing, but also looks good. She looks like a girl. Is it true?"

"Don't mention it. If the boss hadn't come, I wouldn't know how to deal with it." Xiao Lin sighed and didn't want to mention it at all.

"What happened, tell me."

A group of people clamored for Xiao Lin to talk about what happened today, and Zhou Mubai watched from the sidelines. The profession of the police is very stressful, and he didn't care that these people were gossiping. It's true that she looks like a girl, but the beating was very ruthless, almost to death, Zhou Mubai shook his head and sighed, how did he think of these things?The corner of his mouth curled up, but he didn't even notice it.

It was only past seven in the morning when Director Dong woke up the next day. He had almost nothing to do all day long. When he was interested, he changed his pseudonym to draw illustrations for others.

It was already light at seven o'clock, but it was gloomy, and the window was knocked and crackled. Director Dong opened the window and saw that it was raining. He frowned and stared at the rain curtain. He didn't like rainy days very much, and he always felt wet on his body. It was uncomfortable.

Do you want to go to Zhou Mubai?very tangled.It's better not to go, the agent is probably coming soon, so he can wait with peace of mind!When the time comes to open the art exhibition, Zhou Mubai will be called over, just in time to brush up his favorability.

Not long after the manager came over, he said something and left. Director Dong saw that it was still early, so he decided to have breakfast.

Changing clothes, taking an umbrella, and going out, Director Dong took a long black umbrella, which was so big that it could almost completely cover him without getting wet at all.Walking slowly alone to the vegetable market not far away, it is very lively there, bypassing the vegetable market, you will see many breakfast shops, mixed with Yangzhou ramen, all kinds of mess, Director Dong entered a relatively small one He often comes to the breakfast shop, and the owner is very familiar with him.

"Xiaosi is here again. It's still the same, two meat buns, a cup of soy milk?" The owner is an uncle in his 40s, married in his 20s, has a daughter, 17 years old, in high school, and his wife is very gentle. The family is very happy and harmonious, which makes Director Dong feel warm, so he likes this store and comes here often.

"Well, Uncle Zhao, it's still the same." Director Dong looked at Uncle Zhao busy, feeling that he was only 25 years old, but his mentality was out of shape, "Uncle Zhao, I'll stay here for a while, when the rain subsides Let's go."

"Okay, sit down, do you want porridge? Shall I bring you a bowl?" Uncle Zhao looked at Director Dong, and went to scoop up a bowl of porridge without waiting for anyone to nod.

"Uncle Zhao, go get busy, I'll sit alone, don't worry about me."

Uncle Zhao nodded and left.

"Uncle Zhao, a cup of soy milk, four meat buns." A deep voice sounded at the door, and Su's director, Dong, had goosebumps all over his body.

Sometimes fate is a wonderful thing that pops up inadvertently, you don’t know when it will come, and you don’t know when it will disappear, just like a sudden rain in summer, coming and going in a hurry , Maybe before you notice it, it has already stopped, and you can't even catch it.

Director Dong felt this way now, but he caught it, and he was glad he didn't miss it.

Standing at the door was Zhou Mubai whom he had just met the day before, with a smile on his lips, casually dressed, not as serious as the day before, making people feel warm.

"Xiao Zhou, you're here. It's raining so hard, why don't you leave later?" Uncle Zhao quickly packed the buns, "Shall I bring you another bowl of porridge?"

Zhou Mubai looked at the rain curtain outside and nodded, "Okay." The big black umbrella was put aside, and when he walked in, he saw Director Dong, who was quietly drinking porridge, sitting in a bright place, Like wearing a small skirt and makeup last night, today's Director Dong is clean, like a college student who has not yet entered society.

"Morning, Officer Zhou." Director Dong put down the bowl and grinned at him.

Zhou Mubai nodded without saying anything, and sat down on the empty table next to Director Dong.

Director Dong didn't say anything, looked at Zhou Mubai who was not far away, and walked over cheekily carrying a plate.

"Does Officer Zhou come here often?" Director Dong was at a loss for words.

"Yeah." Zhou Mubai responded and concentrated on eating the buns.

"Then why didn't I see Police Officer Zhou before?" It's strange, if it didn't rain today and stayed for a while, wouldn't I have met him?

"Probably because we came at different times." Zhou Mubai swallowed the bun in his mouth, his tone flat.

Director Dong touched his chin, he didn't seem to want to talk to him, so what should we do?

"Mr. Si, if you don't eat, the buns will be cold." Zhou Mubai glanced at the person who was still in a daze. Why does this kid like to be in a daze so much? What is he thinking about?

This was the first sentence that Zhou Mubai took the initiative to say to him this morning. Director Dong curled his lips and was very happy. Seeing the bun in his hand took a big bite, he ate it happily. He wondered why today's bun was better than yesterday up.

After eating, Zhou Mubai saw that the rain outside was a little less, and he was about to take his umbrella and leave. Director Dong saw it, and didn't care about swallowing the buns in his mouth. "Officer Zhou, wait, I'll go too."

Zhou Mubai frowned and looked at Director Dong's bulging cheeks, "Swallow the buns in your mouth before talking."

Director Dong nodded, and tried his best to compete with the buns, and finally finished eating, while Zhou Mubai waited by the side without a trace of impatience.