The Story of the Male Supporting Counterattack

Began to be interested in oil painting, is it because those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black? "

Bai Jue pulled him aside, waved to let the porters pass, and said with a smile, "There are still many things you don't know."

"for example?"

"Hmm." Bai Jue turned to look at him, "For example, I like you."

... Damn, dare you not to fall so suddenly!

Bai Su looked at him silently for a long time, but still couldn't see the slightest hint of a joke in the other's eyes. The youth's pitch-black eyes looked over intently, the eyes were dark and oppressive, and the heat in the depths of the eyes was almost scalded. Bai Su's skin, after a while, he had to accept a tragic fact - Bai Jue was serious.

It happened so suddenly, Bai Su felt that he was not well, and when he came back to his senses, there was only one thought in his mind:

Now, our Bai family is really going to end, ha ha...

Feeling a little careful how to break the plug? !

However, this slight shyness...

Absolutely an illusion!

Facing Bai Jue's increasingly explicit gaze, Bai Su couldn't help but blush and his legs went limp, and said, "I'm a little sleepy, I'll catch up on sleep." Then, she pushed the person away and ran away in a panic.

Silently watching him run away, Bai Jue withdrew his gaze, the gentle smile on his face dissipated in an instant, and a dark and evil light flashed quickly in his eyes, he walked briskly towards the basement, sent the porters away, and then, Lifted the white cloth.

The gray sky, the bare branches, a large number of blooming Bana flowers, and the handsome young man in the middle stands holding the flowers.

On his left and right, surrounded by several men with different faces, they were like stars and moons.

Those men are handsome or gentle, feminine or handsome, young or old...

Bai Jue looked at the oil painting quietly, with a hint of reluctance gradually showing in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to stroke it inch by inch, his movements were gentle and loving, his expression focused like a musician listening to the sound of nature, full of words saying no Out of satisfaction.

With the movement of his fingers, Bai Jue's thin red lips parted slightly, and he uttered words softly and slowly. Listening carefully, they turned out to be names of some people.

"Yin Jue, Uncle Cheng, Wen Shumo, Lin Xiuyuan, Xu Chen, Lu Banxian..."

Suddenly, the young man's movements stopped, and his finger landed somewhere on the oil painting, where stood a young man who was exactly like him—maybe it was created by the painter by comparing Bai Jue's image.

Bai Jue looked at the face of the person in the painting that was the same as his own now, and after a while, he suddenly laughed evilly, his cold voice carried a hint of eerie complacency.

"The last one, Bai Jue."

When the last name landed, a satisfied smile overflowed on Bai Jue's face. He poured the oil he had prepared in advance on the oil painting, took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it.

The fire was raging, but within a short time, most of the oil painting had been burned by the flames.

Bai Jue put away his smile, turned around and left without hesitation. After all, there were more important things waiting for him to do than these.

One year later.

The Bai family's father, who was on vacation at the beach in Hawaii, received a wedding invitation.

The mother of the Bai family glanced at her head, a little surprised: "We have all hid here, but we can still find it. It seems that it was sent by an old acquaintance, but who is it? I don't remember anyone who wants to do it recently." Happy event."

Father Bai's hand holding the wedding invitation trembled a little. He suspected that he had presbyopia, so he had to read it again and again to make sure: "...it's our family."

Mother Bai showed joy: "Really? The eldest or the second?"

Papa Bai had a constipated expression on his face: "It's the eldest and the second."

The scene became very quiet for an instant.

After a full 3 minutes, Bai's mother slapped the table angrily: "It's unreasonable! The boss and the second child are so outrageous this time, they didn't even tell us about such a big matter, and they still have the two of us in their eyes." ?!"

Papa Bai nodded frantically at the side.

Mother Bai continued to say angrily: "...We should be the one to hold the wedding, but you didn't tell me, it's really disgusting!"

Papa Bai: "..."

Is it really okay to focus on the decision-making power of the wedding? !

Alas, it's kind of embarrassing to have such a confused wife at the booth.

It feels even more frustrating not to be able to hold a fat and white grandson in this life.