A good man dies because of color control

Chapter 5 Setup

Chen Bingjue knows that red underwear should be worn in the year of birth, and he really will!have!good!thing!

He just wanted to live casually!In the end, Jiang Zhili actually found out about his birthday!He also said that he would be invited to his house for dinner!

Hallelujah!Heaven loves me!

Happiness can fly!

I want to hug the beauty and hold it high!

May NO.16, Chen Bingjue's birthday, was also the day when he was thrown to the gate of the orphanage as soon as he was born.

In the morning, Chen Bingjue began to tidy himself up—even though his closet was full of similar styles of black, white and gray.After he finished cleaning up, the car Jiang Zhili sent to pick him up happened to be downstairs.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, I arrived at the villa Jiang Zhili bought.

The apartment that Jiang Zhili bought was in a community near the center of the city. There was even a big piece of land left for the boss to use as a garden. The building was in a typical European style, and complicated decorations could be seen everywhere.

Surprisingly, the inside of the house is unexpectedly simple, clean white walls, light brown sofa, clean and transparent coffee table... everything is perfect, except... the painting on the wall next to the stairs .

Chen Bingjue looked at the painting, thinking about whether to speak.

That painting is "Straw in the Wind" by Mr. Madoch, set in nineteenth-century Europe, a hymn of tranquility that people seek in the noisy industrial society.

The idea is beautiful, the painting is beautiful, but the painting is fake.

Because this imitation was painted by him, Chen Bingjue.

Because he has never cared much about such things, and he has never counted how many paintings he has painted, who they have sold to, and where they have been sold.

So this is the first time he has seen his imitation in someone else's home.

And it was Jiang Zhili's house.

He hesitated for a while, Jiang Zhili saw him staring at the painting in a daze, walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chen Bingjue hesitated, "Is this... this painting... the original work of Mr. Madoch?"

Jiang Zhili smiled, "Do you think so?"

Chen Bingjue: "No way..."

Jiang Zhili looked at him with a half-smile, "Then you mean I hung a fake painting?"

Chen Bingjue: ...how to pick it up!

Jiang Zhili said, "You still have a good eye, and you are not mistaken. This is indeed not Mr. McDor's original painting."

"Why then?"

Jiang Zhili said, "I think it's very interesting." He reached out and touched the frame of the painting, "I knew this painting was not the original at first glance, but to my surprise, it was more attractive to me than the original, and compared to the comfort of the original Naturally, his paintings give me a feeling of prosperity that is different from others.”

Chen Bingjue felt that he had found a treasure!

Bole!

Out of professional ethics, Chen Bingjue concealed that the author of the painting was his own business, and happily followed Jiang Zhili to the dinner table.

The cook of Jiang Zhili's family was good as expected, but Chen Bingjue never pursued the desire of tongue and tongue, and he couldn't feel anything other than delicious food.On the contrary, Jiang Zhili frowned when he ate a certain dish, and even called the cook over to say that he added half a teaspoon of salt and less vinegar.

Jiang Zhili also sent several text messages on the way, Chen Bingjue thought maybe he was too busy.Thinking about it this way is even more moving. The big boss put down his work to eat and drink with him to celebrate his birthday. He was so excited that he wanted to cry!

After dinner, Jiang Zhili and Chen Bingjue went for a walk in the yard, and when they returned to the house after eight o'clock, Jiang Zhili ordered the bodyguards to turn off the lights, and pushed out the cart with cakes from the kitchen.

There are 24 candles inserted on the cake, and Chen Bingjue's natal little tiger is also painted.

It's so cute!

He looked at the big three-tiered cake excitedly, and didn't notice that Jiang Zhili was wearing Bluetooth, and with his left hand behind the cart, he dialed a phone number.

Jiang Zhili said, "Ah Jue, make a wish."

Chen Bingjue closed his eyes and made a wish, hoping that the beauty could be with me.

He opened his eyes, and just as he blew out the two candles, Jiang Zhili's face suddenly changed.

Chen Bingjue straightened up suspiciously, but Jiang Zhili suddenly walked out quickly, only vaguely heard him say the name of the place of XX bar to a certain bodyguard beside him.

Chen Bingjue wanted to ask what's the matter, but the bodyguards standing aside who were only human-shaped pillars followed Jiang Zhili one by one, blocking Chen Bingjue completely behind.

Chen Bingjue shouted, "Jiang Zhili!"

The person in front didn't look back, just walked out.

The villa instantly became empty, and the simple and clean furnishings in the living room radiated a warm glow under the illumination of 22 candles.

He may be busy.Chen Bingjue thought, then I will stay here until he comes back.

On the other hand, Jiang Zhili, who let the driver drive the car to 10 miles, took less than [-] minutes from the villa to the bar.

Xu Xingxing was lying on the table in a drunken state, and the man who tried to harass him was picked up by Jiang Zhili's bodyguards to protect Xu Xingxing.

Jiang Zhili ordered without blinking, "Don't kill me."

The two bodyguards were ordered to get the man out, and when they came back, there were traces of imperceptible blood on their bodies.

Jiang Zhili looked at the bottles and cans in front of Xu Xingxing's table, his eyes jumped, "You have been drinking since Chen Bingjue arrived in the afternoon? Haven't you had enough yet?"

He wanted to care, but what he said was unstoppable irony.

Xu Xingxing tremblingly wanted to sit up straight, but he couldn't use his strength. Jiang Zhili subconsciously wanted to help him, but he immediately moved away.

Jiang Zhili's hand fell in the air, and finally he clenched his fist unwillingly and retracted it.

It took Xu and his party several minutes to finally straighten their bodies, get up from the table, and fall into the back of the sofa.

He said, "Jiang Zhili, can you stay away from me?"

Jiang Zhili said, "I can't do it."

Xu Xingxing first laughed, hiccupped several times with a smile, seemed to be choking again, remained silent for a while, and finally sobbed and cried.

He cried and said, "Jiang Zhili, you will be punished."

Jiang Zhili said, "I just take what I want."

Xu Xingxing said, "Then Jiang Zhili, I'm with you, I promise to be with you, you let Ah Jue go, okay?"

Jiang Zhili didn't speak, Xu Xingxing continued, "Or what do you want me to do? Keep me locked up in the villa? Keep me out of contact with anyone?"

Xu Xingxing said, "You sent so many people to the mental hospital, you are the one who should go the most."

Jiang Zhili suddenly approached and pulled Xu Xingxing's collar, "Come back to me? Are you giving me alms? Or do you just like this Chen Bingjue so much that it doesn't matter if you go back to the place you tried to escape from before?" !?"

Xu Xingxing said, "Yes, Jiang Zhili, I like him that much. If this is your threat, you succeeded."

Jiang Zhili threw him away violently, and said coldly, "Xu Xingxing, good, good."

Chen Bingjue sat in the empty villa, and the 22 unblown candles in front of him were almost burning to the end.

Shall I make a phone call?Will it bother him?

Chen Bingjue hesitated, but it was past ten o'clock, if he didn't leave, would he stay overnight?

Well……

A little expectation! ! ! !

Of course, the premise is that Jiang Zhili keeps him...

Chen Bingjue held his chin in some melancholy.

The phone rang suddenly.

Chen Bingjue almost jumped up and took out his phone.

Shangle.

A puff of breath deflated in an instant.Chen Bingjue answered the phone wearily, and said "Hello."

Listening to his voice, Shang Le said blankly, "You were beaten up on your birthday, and you are so weak."

Chen Bingjue said, "That's not the case, it's just that I was let go by those who ate together. It's a bit sad."

Shang Le patted his thigh and said, "I'm so sorry you big-headed ghost, can you count how many times you let me go!"

Chen Bingjue: "...it's really too many to count"

Shang Le said, "I originally said that I couldn't accompany you with overtime work, but now I leave work early, would you like to drink a few bottles?"

Chen Bingjue said listlessly, "I don't want to go, I'm too full to eat at night."

Shang Le clicked his tongue and said, "You were let go by your classmates, but by your little lover."

Chen Bingjue threatened seriously, "Comrade Shang Le, if you know too much, you will be silenced."

Shang Le said, "Cheng Chengcheng, you go and grieve alone, I will send the little girl next door home."

Chen Bingjue hung up the phone, but within a phone call, the 22 candles burned to the end one after another, and it seemed that they were going to go out soon.

Chen Bingjue walked over, looked at it for a while, and with a sigh of relief, blew out all 22 candles in one go.

The whole house was plunged into darkness.

Chen Bingjue leaned on the sofa, drowsy.Another call came, pulling him back from his half-dream and half-awake state.

Jiang Zhili.

Chen Bingjue woke up instantly, and quickly answered the phone.

Jiang Zhili's voice came clearly from the phone, and Chen Bingjue felt his ears burn.

"I haven't had time to say happy birthday to you yet."

Chen Bingjue said, "You invite me to dinner and celebrate my birthday, which is better than several happy birthdays."

Jiang Zhili seemed to smile a bit, "There are some things I wanted to tell you face to face, but I'm afraid I'll be late tonight, so I won't have time to tell you face to face."

Chen Bingjue felt his face start to heat up, "You... you said..."

Jiang Zhili, Xu and his party were still in the bar before, but the whole bar was cleared, and the originally bustling bar became extremely deserted, and even the boss disappeared.

Xu Xingxing squinted his eyes halfway, looking at Jiang Zhili.

Jiang Zhili stood in front of him, his mobile phone was on the speakerphone on the table, his eyes were cold, but he spoke touching words of love.

He was almost expressionless as he finished speaking.

Chen Bingjue waited patiently until a voice came out of the microphone.

"I thought, maybe we could try to be together, don't you think?"

It was an invitation that was almost impossible to refuse.

Chen Bingjue felt that he was so hot that he was about to explode, and the cupids of the whole world were shooting at him.

When he heard his own voice, he couldn't suppress his joy and said, "Okay!"

Jiang Zhili hung up the phone and left with his bodyguards. He came and left with a chill.

It's just that when he walked to the door, he still couldn't help turning his head and said, "You are not in good health, drink less."

Xu Xingxing seemed to have never heard of it, lying on the sofa with empty eyes, as if his soul was no longer here.

Jiang Zhili finally left, Xu Xingxing lay down for a while, moved his body, and sat up.

There was no trace of drunkenness in his eyes, and his eyes were clear, as if he could play a sonata in front of the piano in the next second.

I'm sorry, Chen Bingjue, it's you who like Jiang Zhili yourself, don't blame me.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

[On a certain day in a certain year, after Jiang Zhaza and Chen Baobao got together and fell in love with each other]

Jiang Zhaza: [I heard that Baby Chen likes his own face] [unhappy] [eating vinegar from his own face]

Jiang Zhaza: [Find someone to make some scars and paste them on the face] [Disfigured]

Chen Baobao: BABY, what happened to your face!

Jiang Zhaza: [pretending to be sad] Woooooo dear, my face is painted, do you still love me?

Baby Chen: Oh my god!The combination of these criss-crossing scars actually has a different kind of beauty! BABY, you must not have plastic surgery to remove scars!Keep it up!This is more beautiful than your usual! !

Jiang Zhaza: ... [I don't know you artists very well]

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This article is more deserted than my previous ones, does it mean that everyone doesn’t like this kind of [sigh]

It's all my fault that I'm cute and too long