The sick tycoon tricked me into pampering him again

When Shan Fanghua got out of the car, his calves were shaking.

Too scary!

Mingming was gentle and careful when talking to Brother Baiqiao, and his voice was like a trickle, but why did he look up and stare at me so scary? !

Scared.

Bai Qiao noticed something, but it was inconvenient to say, now that he was imitating Hua alone, he looked helplessly at Lu Sibo: "Why do you keep scaring him?"

"Huh?" Lu Sibo was stunned for a moment, with a suspicious look on his face, "Me?"

The unbelievable and dazed emotions are in place, and the tone is flat but faintly revealing a feeling of doubt, which seems to be true from the heart.

Bai Qiao smiled immediately: "Of course not, Xiao Dan is too timid."

Jing Yu who was driving: "???"

people talking?

If I just imitate Hua, I will come back and bite you after hearing this.

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Bai Qiao was almost in good health, so he started to run around both Hua's house and school.

Shan Fanghua is mainly to give him the opportunity to look in the mirror, and Shan Fanghua will do the rest.

Mo Wang never showed up, and Bai Qiao later learned from Shan Fanghua that Mo Wang was afraid that he would be sent to the desert to raise fish after meeting Lu Sibo, so he slipped away first.

It should also be busy with other things arranged by Lu Sibo, Bai Qiao didn't ask much.

The twelfth lunar month of winter is the coldest time of the year.

Bai Qiao adhered to the word "young" to the end, insisted on showing his ankles, and asked Lu Sibo to wrap himself into a ball while wearing thin clothes.

——He is in good health and can still toss.

Lu Sibo can't.

Lu Sibo is not in good health.

At this time, the university has already been on vacation, because it has snowed heavily recently, and the roads in many places are impassable. Shan Fanghua is resting at home just after the last film.

Bai Qiao cooked a pot of sweet chicken soup with coconut milk, and served a bowl for Lu Sibo, "Will it taste sweet?"

Lu Sibo took a sip and saw that Bai Qiao's cooking skills were improving. If this pot of chicken soup was kept in the past, you wouldn't even recognize the chicken's appearance. Now it's not only a beautiful burnt yellow color, but it's still soft to the bone when you poke it a little .

Lu Sibo said: "It has a slight aftertaste and is delicious."

Bai Qiao propped his chin with one hand, put it on the table, and said with a smile: "I also learned a few southern dishes, and I'll make them for you tomorrow."

"it is good."

Looking at the pot of chicken soup, Bai Qiao was inexplicably emotional, time is the fastest thing, and he has been here for so long before he knows it.

His relationship with Lu Sibo is also...

Bai Qiao sighed, although all the fatal plot points have been avoided, but Lu Sibo's health has not recovered, which is not a good thing.

"What's wrong?" Seeing him sighing, Lu Sibo raised his hand to cover the back of his hand, "You're in a bad mood?"

Bai Qiao shook his head, "I just thought of the first time you drank my porridge..."

Lu Sibo: "..."

Some things don't need to be said completely, just start, and Lu Sibo can recall that memory.

"I didn't expect that either." A bowl of porridge almost knocked Lu Sibo down. Although the porridge wasn't the problem, he vomited blood just after taking a sip of the porridge. Anyone who saw it couldn't help but think of the porridge.

Lu Sibo said: "Coincidentally, Xiang Lixin fed me something at the time, and it was because of that that I vomited blood, but because it took a long time, the hospital couldn't find out the reason."

Xiang Lixin?

The cannon fodder who wanted to stuff Lu Sibo into the box.

It's been a long time since I heard from him, not even the entire Xiang family press release, it should be Lu Sibo who did something in private.

Those of the Lu family who were eagerly waiting for the inheritance must not have imagined that Lu Sibo's power was already so huge.

Bai Qiao looked at the time, recently he was bored at home, so he exercised with Lu Sibo, went to bed at nine o'clock every day, got up at six o'clock in the morning and went for a run, now it was almost time, so he said: "Go and rest after drinking the chicken soup. "

"Okay." Lu Sibo seldom objected to anything, or in other words, most of what Bai Qiao said could get a response from him, and it was positive.

Someone will take care of the leftover chicken soup. After Lu Sibo went upstairs, Bai Qiao went out to make a phone call.

The call was naturally made to Shan Fanghua. Standing by the garden, Bai Qiao listened to the waiting ringtone on the phone, wiped off the snow on the flowers, and grabbed a flower with itchy hands to play with.

Once connected, Bai Qiao asked directly: "The variety show "Night To Sleep" seems to be making a movie. They just contacted me to ask if you have any intentions in this regard."

"I can do it." Shan Fanghua is actually quite uninitiated. His previous activities were arranged by his agent. At that time, the agent would not ask for his opinion at all. He would just give you a timetable for what to do at this time. , what to do at that time.

Bai Qiao puts him first in everything, even if it is a very good and rare script, he will ask his opinion before accepting it.

It's quite embarrassing to make a single imitation birch.

But Shan Fanghua was also a little curious, and Bai Qiao suddenly asked him the reason for this incident, "Did the "Night of Sleep" program contact you?"

"Yeah." Bai Qiao didn't hide anything, and said, "The program team seems to want you to go."

The director came to look for him in person, with sincere words and a very low attitude.

"Do you want me to go?" Shan Fanghua's voice was a bit muffled, did he want me to go?That means I want you to go, okay?

Speaking of this, Shan Fanghua thought of something else, "By the way, did those people from the research institute find you later?"

"No." After saying that, Bai Qiao paused, "Probably not."

Shan Fanghua looked at the message of greetings every day on his WeChat, and thought that maybe it wasn't that he didn't get in touch, but that he wanted to get in touch, but he couldn't.

Well...reasonable.

After all, that fellow Lu Sibo, alas... Shan Fanghua shook his head, he would stare at me if I took one look at you!

"Think about the invitation to "Night of Sleep"." Bai Qiao just sent a message, but there was no response to the message just now, and he made the call because he was afraid that the director over there would be in a hurry.

"Okay. Good night, Brother Baiqiao."

"Good night."

'creak'

As soon as he hung up the phone, he heard something faint in his ear.

Bai Qiao was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked at the phone, thinking that there was a bug in the phone that caused the sound.

but……

It doesn't seem to be either.

Bai Qiao frowned slowly, looking around at the snow field, feeling that there was something hiding in it.

And yet—nothing.

Bai Qiao just stood by the edge of the garden. Someone walking on the snow would leave footprints, but at this moment the snow is flat and nothing unusual can be seen.

Feeling wrong?

Bai Qiao denied himself in his heart.

He would rather search the garden without further ado, than leave a possible hidden danger for the future.

This is Bai Qiao's behavior style,

The code data needs to be stable and accurate, and he can't do it if he misses a piece of data.

Bai Qiao walked forward slowly step by step, stepping on the snow and making a slight 'creak' sound, it was the sound of fluffy snow being crushed into a flat piece.

He walked around in a thin shirt and found nothing unusual.

Bai Qiao rubbed his face, seemed quite puzzled, scratched his head, "Am I wrong?"

With such suspicious thoughts in mind, he headed directly towards the door, as if he was too cold by the outdoor temperature.

'boom'

The force to close the door was a bit strong, maybe it was venting the annoyance that he had wandered around the garden for so long for no reason.

There was silence in the courtyard after he disappeared through the door.

The snow had already stopped.

Apart from the biting chill outside, there wasn't much wind.

After a while, the towering willow trees in the courtyard suddenly trembled without wind, and snowflakes fell from the dry branches.

A black figure slowly appeared under the tree.

The man's whole body was covered tightly, only a pair of eyes were exposed, his eyes narrowed slowly, the face under the mask seemed to be mocking the departing Bai Qiao.

"Ah."

"What laughing?"

"..."

The man was taken aback for a moment, and turned his head abruptly, only to see that Bai Qiao, who had just entered the room under his gaze, unexpectedly appeared behind him at some point!

"You—" As soon as he spoke, Bai Qiao's fist came through the air with a fierce attack, and he didn't have time to speak, so he could only retreat extremely quickly.

One blow failed, Bai Qiao simply withdrew his fist and rushed forward.

Two figures entangled in the snow.

But it was extremely quiet.

Men are afraid of being exposed and dare not make a sound. It stands to reason that Bai Qiao should try his best to make a sound to attract others.

But unexpectedly, Bai Qiao was more cautious than he expected!

He refused to make a sound at all!

In a blink of an eye, he was punched twice in the abdomen, and the man almost couldn't hold back the pain, Bai Qiao immediately strode up to hold his mouth, grabbed his hair and pushed him into the snow!

man:"……"

Bai Qiao looked up nervously at the window of Lu Sibo's bedroom.

Seeing that there was no movement inside, and the lights were not turned on, Lu Sibo should still be asleep, so he didn't disturb him.

Bai Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up the man and continued beating him.

The man with a bruised nose and swollen face from the beating, and a snow-covered face was about to cry.

This is a fucking pervert! ?

Can't beat or run!

How could this be so!

Bai Qiao just wanted to be on the safe side, exhausting his physical strength first, then arresting him and tying him up, sleeping and interrogating him when he woke up tomorrow.

I didn't expect the opponent to be able to persist, and it took me so long to be honest.

Bai Qiao clapped his hands, wiped off his sweat, tied up the inner and outer third layers with a rope, and dragged them into the living room.

As soon as he entered, before he fumbled to turn on the light, the light in the living room turned on by himself.

The living room, where you can't see your fingers, instantly lit up a degree.

Looking at Lu Sibo on the sofa, Bai Qiao: "..."

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That's right, the villa area is all under Lu Sibo's control. They have been fighting for so long, how could Lu Sibo not know.

Bai Qiao touched his nose and agreed to sleep together, but he secretly went out to exercise, "I..."

"Is it cold?"

"Huh?" Bai Qiao was taken aback, and blurted out that he was not cold, but after thinking about it, he threw off the rope, kicked the man who was in the way away, and ran to Lu Sibo's side, speaking with a strong nasal voice, seeming Very pitiful: "Cold."

The man lying on the ground and beaten for half the night: "???"

Are you fucking cold with a hammer?