Becoming a Supporting Actor in Paranoid Literature

Tang Feng smiled and said sarcastically, "It's him again."

"Every time I want to get close to you, Chi Yue will always pop up, and it's just haunting me."

Zhuang Baihua thought, he or Chi Yue couldn't be blamed for this, it was obviously because Tang Feng himself, as a paranoid boss, was inextricably linked with Chi Yue, and the two of them would get together no matter what they did.

The only blame is that after he traveled over, the plot line deviated, and Tang Feng didn't like Chi Yue anymore.

Tang Feng said to Zhuang Baihua: "So, can we not use Chi Yue as an excuse this time?"

Zhuang Baihua said helplessly, "...It's really his birthday."

"I know." Tang Feng raised his hand and scratched his hair, making his hairstyle messy. The more messy the jet-black hair is, the more wild it has, and the more it can show his three-dimensional facial features. At this time, Tang Feng was no longer high-spirited, but a little decadent, and he was even more handsome in the decadence.

"I know I'm making trouble for no reason. I'm just very disappointed. I can't be alone with you every time. Maybe I only have the status of 'half an hour' in your heart."

Zhuang Baihua had nothing to say. He couldn't tell Tang Feng. Under normal circumstances, he didn't even want to give Tang Feng half an hour.

A hurt look flashed across Tang Feng's eyes, which made Zhuang Baihua feel a little guilty. He sighed and said, "Give up, it's really impossible."

Zhuang Baihua didn't understand why Tang Feng was unwilling to give up, maybe it was the obsession of the bigoted boss.

Tang Feng said: "People say that if you don't bump into the south wall, you won't turn back, but I don't know where the south wall is. Even if you reject me, I still have hope."

Zhuang Baihua didn't know how to express it: "Do you have to get married before you give up?"

Tang Feng asked back: "Do you have someone you want to marry now?"

Zhuang Baihua replied: "No."

"That's fine." Tang Feng insisted.

Zhuang Baihua felt that the two of them would fall into an endless loop if they continued talking. He raised his hand and looked at his watch, warning Tang Feng: "It's almost half an hour."

Tang Feng whispered: "Unless you tell me now that you have someone in your heart, I will not quit."

Hearing what he said, Zhuang Baihua suddenly came up with an idea, or just make up a date and reject Tang Feng once and for all.

He was taken aback by his own thoughts, and what shocked him even more was that at the same time as he thought this, a face appeared in his mind.

Zhuang Baihua's expression was a little strange, Tang Feng saw it, and his heart skipped a beat: "Could it be that you really have someone to choose?"

Zhuang Baihua didn't answer directly: "I really have to leave, I can't waste any more time."

Tang Feng continued to ask angrily: "Could it be Chi Yue?"

Zhuang Baihua turned his head away, preventing Tang Feng from observing his facial expression.

From just now, the conversation between him and Tang Feng was like a ghost hitting a wall. It meant the same thing over and over again. Since he had clearly told Tang Feng, he had fulfilled his obligation.

Zhuang Baihua turned around to leave, but Tang Feng grabbed his arm.

Zhuang Baihua lowered his head and looked at Tang Feng's hand. Tang Feng held him stubbornly, refusing to let go.

Tang Feng pursed his lips with a depressed expression: "Then take a photo of me before leaving."

This request was too much, Zhuang Baihua looked at Tang Feng in disbelief and said, "Did you forget the past? Do you want to contact Dr. Zhao?"

Zhuang Baihua thought that Tang Feng was the least paranoid among the bigots. Thanks to the efforts of Dr. Zhao and himself, Tang Feng's mental state had recovered before, and he was no longer obsessed with photos. Unexpectedly, today he mentioned The thing about taking pictures.

Taking pictures is his inner demon, and his illness has relapsed.

Tang Feng looked straight at Zhuang Baihua and said, "If you don't agree to me, I'll get sick."

Zhuang Baihua: "..." It seems to be an act.

Zhuang Baihua said to him calmly: "This is very ugly."

Tang Feng grabbed Zhuang Baihua's arm, and the two persisted for a long time. Zhuang Baihua stopped struggling and just looked at him indifferently.

Tang Feng finally let go of his hand slowly.

He smiled wryly and said to Zhuang Baihua: "You haven't liked anyone before, have you?"

Zhuang Baihua decided not to answer any of his questions.

Tang Feng murmured: "I know I'm ugly like this. Once I have someone I like, it's hard to maintain my dignity."

"I will worry about gains and losses, I will be sad, and I will use all means to hope that the other party will look at me more."

After being released by Tang Feng, Zhuang Baihua's first reaction was to look at the intersection in the distance, where his secretary and his driver were waiting for him.

Seeing him like this, Tang Feng knew that he had made up his mind to go, and no matter how hard he tried to persuade him to stay, it would be useless, so he laughed at himself and said, "Say happy birthday to Chi Yue for me..."

Zhuang Baihua cast a glance at him without saying a word, then withdrew and left directly.

At this time, half an hour had passed as agreed upon by them. Zhuang Baihua came to the intersection ahead and got into the car. Secretary Chen said worriedly: "Too much time wasted, I almost rushed up and dragged you back."

Zhuang Baihua waved his hands, closed his eyes, rested on the back seat of the car, and said, "Let's go."

The vehicle was driving on the road, Zhuang Baihua's heart was a little confused.

He didn't know what happened to these paranoid bosses, one by one they suddenly and strongly showed their feelings to him.

The pair of rings in the safe, the pen given by Xiyin, the words Tang Feng said just now, these images and fragments swirled in Zhuang Baihua's mind, deeply touching him.

He was even starting to get scared now, worried that Wei Congsen would suddenly call him and talk to him about his feelings.

Zhuang Baihua used to think that this novel was just dog blood, and scoffed at the "extreme deep love" in the advertisement, but now it seems that every supporting role has deep feelings hidden in his heart.

Zhuang Baihua was a little uncomfortable, and it was embarrassing to say it. Tang Feng was right just now. He had never been in a relationship before, so he didn't know what it was like to like someone.

When he was young, he devoted himself to studying and never thought about such things at all. When he came to university, most of his buddies around him were bachelors. Even if they were in love, Zhuang Baihua would just look at them and it would be over, and his heart wouldn't fluctuate.After work, I have more and more time. I deal with family matters every day. However, many couples will make trouble in the community, which is not a good thing. Zhuang Baihua often examines the pros and cons of the so-called marriage relationship.

Therefore, Zhuang Baihua didn't understand what it was like to like.

When Tang Feng said he liked her, Zhuang Baihua had no sense of reality, just like when a girl who had a crush on him confessed to him before, he couldn't even say a word of gratitude.

Because he had never talked to those girls at all, and he didn't understand why they liked him, just like he didn't understand why Tang Feng turned from Chi Yue to him.

Maybe it was because he had never liked anyone before, so he couldn't handle things like Tang Feng well.

Along the way, Zhuang Baihua was thinking wildly, and before he could sort out his thoughts, he arrived at the Luo Mansion.

Because there were too many guests, the Luo Mansion dispatched a lot of manpower today, and even opened up a special parking lot in front of the mansion, and the staff guided the guests to park.

Zhuang Baihua swept over casually, and none of the cars on the parking spot was cheap. He pulled himself together, got out of the car, and led Secretary Chen to the Luo family's mansion.

Because of the delay, Zhuang Baihua was not the first to come, but he was obviously one of the most important guests.

Even Mrs. Luo came to greet him in person.

Mrs. Luo is very happy today. She is wearing a Chinese-style cheongsam, keeping her figure like a young man, with a smile on her face and all kinds of precious jewelry on her body. She is full of jewels and beams of joy.

Zhuang Baihua took the initiative to say hello to the elder: "Madam Luo, are you okay?"

The last time Zhuang Baihua saw Mrs. Luo was Xiyin. At that time, Mrs. Luo was in a bad state because she looked much older because of Xiyin's affairs, but today she looked radiant, as if she was ten years younger.

"I'm fine, Bai Hua, come in quickly." Mrs. Luo greeted Zhuang Baihua kindly.

The Luo family arranged the entire first floor of the house as a banquet hall to prepare for the upcoming birthday dinner, and Zhuang Baihua, as the closest friend of the Luo family, can move freely in the Luo mansion.Mrs. Luo told Zhuang Baihua that Luo Zhenduo and Chi Yue were both on the second floor, and asked him to go up to find them.

"You and Zhenduo are friends, don't talk about those vulgar politeness, Zhenduo is still teaching Xiaoyue how to welcome guests, you go and have a look."

Zhuang Baihua bid farewell to Mrs. Luo, asked Secretary Chen to wait downstairs, and walked upstairs by herself.

Today, even the handrails of the stairs in Luo's house were brand new. Zhuang Baihua stepped on the carpet, went up step by step, followed the guidance of the helpers, and walked outside the locker room.

In fact, the door was not closed tightly, and Zhuang Baihua could hear someone talking inside the door.

"Go out to meet the guests later, act according to my wink, some people can't be neglected."

"I see, you are so long-winded, I started nagging about this three days ago, and I can already hear cocoons in my ears."

"Start to dislike me now, what will I do when I get old?"

"Think too far."

In the room, the father and son are bickering. They have gotten along like ordinary father and son. The 20 years they missed before are making up for it at a fast speed. After all, blood is thicker than water. As long as there is family affection, it is easy to mend the relationship .

Zhuang Baihua knocked on the door panel, and after a while, Luo Zhenduo came over and opened the door.

Luo Zhenduo is dressed very formally today, with his hair combed up, dressed in a dignified and decent manner, and his manner is elegant and dignified, which is very in line with his status as the head of the family.

When he saw Zhuang Baihua, he was taken aback for a moment, smiled slightly, and said, "You're here."

Luo Zhenduo took a deep breath, pulled Zhuang Baihua in, patted him on the shoulder, and deliberately said in a tone like offering a treasure: "Come and see our Xiaoyue, do you think he has grown up?"

Zhuang Baihua looked up and saw Chi Yue lowering his head and fiddling with his cuffs. At this moment, he heard his father's words, raised his head, and smiled at Zhuang Baihua.

Zhuang Baihua used to think that Chi Yue was on the thin side, but today he is wearing a black dress, which perfectly outlines his body line, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, slender and handsome, and the dress can be easily lifted up.

This kind of Chiyue is reminiscent of Western oil paintings. The majestic young nobleman wears a white shirt and a black coat. He is ascetic, self-sufficient, graceful and handsome, and reveals a bit of romance from his thin lips and starry eyes, as if the next moment, The godly handsome man would step out of the painting, extend a knuckle-knuckle hand, and invite a gentleman to dance with him.