Dangerous game

The days passed quickly, and a year passed in a flash. Jiang Zhouzhou was babbling, occasionally babbling and calling "Dad", his beautiful and watery eyes were very similar to Jiangbei, and his natural curly hair was exactly the same .Shen Munan loved this child very much. When the flu broke out in children, the child slept with them, fed milk powder and changed diapers at night, all done by himself.

It's really not easy for a person who is indifferent to everything to do this. Others saw it in their eyes and guessed in their hearts: probably because this child looks like Mr. Jiang, the man completely regards her as his own daughter with Jiangbei. keep.

"There is something to do at the Jinling branch, and I will be back in about half a month."

Jiang Bei nodded, the pencil in his hand was still tracing back and forth on the sketch paper, the strokes were gentle and tough, accompanied by the sound of salsa, one after another.

He is teaching himself how to sketch recently, which sounds like the same thing, but it is actually just scribbling. Da Vinci was copying eggs back then. He was more advanced than the master, and he was blue sky and white clouds when he made a move.Because of his profession, he should have some painting skills, but when Shen Munan looked at his painting, he really couldn't see anything good about it, it was just a few cotton-like clouds with a little shadow around them.

"Do you want to go there together?" Shen Munan asked while putting on his tie.

Jiang Bei stopped the pencil in his hand, glanced at him, said "no", and then continued to paint with Salsa.

Shen Munan pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, moved a chair to sit beside the drawing board, and watched patiently, his slender fingers slightly adjusted the shape of the tie knot, with skillful movements.

After a few minutes, Shen Munan asked again: "Take it as a vacation and travel, really don't you want to go?"

"Annoying or not, if you don't want to go, you won't go."

Shen Munan stood up from the chair, straightened his long legs, pinched his little lover's cheek lovingly, and said angrily, "I don't know how to be interesting."

Jiang Bei suddenly said: "There is no place to stay at home comfortably outside. Any vacation or travel is a bluff. It is true to play with you, and I will not be fooled."

Shen Munan thought it was funny, and deliberately asked in detail: "Play with me? What are you playing?"

The voice is lazy and low, and it seems to be pointing.

Jiang Bei was choked by his question, and he knew what this man was thinking. The ordinary conversation had inexplicably turned into an erotic trend, so fucking...I want to scold my mother.

"What else can I play, let's fight the landlord with you." Jiang Bei pretended to be stupid and said in a daze.

Shen Munan smiled, and rubbed his little lover's head, "I won't tease you, I'm too good at pretending."

Jiang Bei smiled triumphantly, and the pen in his hand was salsa even more vigorously, feeling like flying and flying.

Shen Munan saw it, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently curled up, "The child will have a physical examination in a few days, don't forget."

Jiang Bei didn't even raise his head: "I remember this better than you, so I need you to remind me?"

"There is still one more day, think about it carefully, do you want to go with me, I heard that there are quite a lot of snacks over there."

After finishing speaking, Shen Munan picked up his suit jacket and walked out. He had a very important meeting this morning.

"You are not suitable for begging for a wife and having children."

Jiang Bei suddenly said such words, and Shen Munan paused and looked back at him.

"Too purposeful." The little lover grinned.

Without beginning or end, Shen Munan frowned in confusion: "What do you mean?"

Jiang Bei took the pen away, and said half-truthfully, "I like to get to the bottom of everything, and I always talk about it to deceive others. I'm the only one who is smart and can see through it at a glance."

Shen Munan thought carefully about Jiang Bei's words for a while, and then walked away in silence. Outside the window was covered with winter snow, a white and clean world, and sparrows were chirping and laughing in the early morning.

There were a few cries from the baby on the first floor, and Jiang Bei changed his clothes and went downstairs.

A Ping was waiting for Jiang Bei downstairs early, and Uncle Zhong called him over for breakfast, the roasted duck porridge just made in the kitchen, and some siomai wontons and the like.

"Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Bei smiled at him: "It's so early."

A Ping joked: "I can have a meal with you if you come early, why don't you come here earlier."

Jiang Bei took the child from his aunt and held it in his arms for a while. The little girl soon stopped crying and giggled.

A Ping took a crab roe bun from the kitchen and ate it. It was just out of the oven. It was very hot, and it was still a little hot in his hand. He looked at the baby in Jiangbei's arms and said, "This little girl really looks like you." , she must be beautiful when she grows up."

"Yo, you really know how to flatter."

"What, the truth." Ah Ping happily took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun. The crab roe stuffing was delicious and juicy. Me, that would be embarrassing."

A Ping had just been promoted to become a father not long ago. He was a big fat boy who weighed more than seven pounds. His family took care of their babies. His parents rushed to Beishi from their hometown to take care of their confinement daughter-in-law and grandson.

"Where's Shen Munan?" Jiang Bei glanced around roughly, and handed the child to his aunt.

"Sir, he went out and just left." The housekeeper explained, and then said: "He asked me to remind you that the temperature has dropped today, so you should wear more clothes when you go out."

Jiang Bei hummed, but said nothing.

After breakfast, Jiangbei asked Aping to drive him to the studio. It was the end of the year, and Boss Hu said he was going to hold a small meeting for them. After the meeting, he handed out today's year-end bonus.

Xiao Tang and the others still don't want to see Jiang Bei, they look down at work every day, but they can't say a word. The small workshop studio is usually not busy, and the chatter is full of chatter outside. .

Sometimes when he was really bored, he would call home and ask about the child's situation. If he had nothing to ask, he would send Shen Munan a WeChat message, asking him what he had for lunch and when he would be back in the evening... just asking nonsense.

Let's talk about these days, isn't it just firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, by the way, Zhidou's mother-in-law has a harmonious family, and Shen Munan's mother doesn't live with them now, so he doesn't even have to deal with her mother-in-law, don't mention how easy it is to be jealous.

Let's wait a little longer, when the little girl can call "Grandma" in a childish voice, he will take it home and throw it to his mother to play with, don't do it, or let the girl cry for her.

The atmosphere in the studio today is a bit strange. Jiang Bei noticed it as soon as he came in. It used to be like a tea party for ordinary people, but now it is as quiet as a deep cold palace. No one uttered a word. scenery.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Bei asked casually.

One person secretly ventilated: "His son's final grades came out, and the class is at the bottom. The teacher held a parent-teacher meeting and kept calling out his son's name. He didn't sleep well last night. He just took it out on us."

"It's so bad in the exam, it can make you so popular."

The man lowered his volume, and his mouth was close to Jiang Bei's ear, "63 in Chinese, 61 in mathematics."

Jiang Bei was stunned: "Isn't that okay? Our boss's requirements are too high."

"One hundred and fifty papers."

"Okay... this kid is promising."

After Boss Hu calmed down, he came out with a big belly. The younger brothers bowed their heads and looked at each other, for fear that the boss would deduct their bonuses for understanding.

Jiang Bei, as a representative of the younger brothers, took the lead in stepping out, and shouted angrily, "Boss."

Boss Hu gave a cordial "Hey".

"When will the meeting be held? Everyone is waiting."

"Yes, yes, yes," Boss Hu slapped his forehead violently, "I was so confused by that bastard, I almost forgot about it."

The morning meeting was simple and rude, and it was mainly focused on one thing - the distribution of year-end bonuses. This year, the benefits are good. Boss Hu showed mercy and decided to distribute 3 yuan to each person. At the end, I asked everyone for their opinions. Everyone said a word Do not say, applaud, unanimously passed.

"What are you clapping your hands for? You can't praise me. I'm the only bodhisattva boss in the whole of Beishi."

Everyone laughed and felt happy.

"Jiang Bei, come with me to the office." Boss Hu glanced at Jiang Bei.

Jiang Bei followed into the office, and Boss Hu took out a wad of money from the drawer and put it on the table, "Xiao Jiang, this year is thanks to you, you take the money."

"Boss, why are you giving me a small stove again? You can take this money back, I'm not short of money."

"Cough." Boss Hu sighed self-consciously, "What kind of brains do you think I am, and you are not short of money, forget it, when will Boss Shen be free, I will treat you two to a meal."

"I don't think it's going well recently. He's going to Jinling on a business trip."

"It's okay, tell me when you come back, your husband has helped me a lot this year."

"Okay, I'll go back and talk to him."

When he was sleeping at night, Jiang Bei actually mentioned this matter to Shen Munan. After all, it was his immediate superior, who usually would have to bow and bow when meeting each other, but when it came to the man, he said "I don't have that skill" and he turned it down.

Jiang Bei was a little angry and muttered, "What are you doing? Who hired you?"

Shen Munan leaned against the bedside, reading a book under the lamp, a chuckle escaped from his mouth: "I'm just kidding, I'll talk about it when I come back."

"Farewell, you can go about your own business. Our workshop is small, so we can't compete with Mr. Shen."

Shen Munan put down the book, stretched out his arms to embrace Jiangbei, frowned and studied the facial expression of his little lover, "Are you really angry?"

"How dare you."

Shen Munan approached Jiangbei, carefully kissed him on the neck twice, with a gentle and lustful voice: "It seems that you are still angry with me, why don't I make you happy."

Jiang Bei was terrified: "What are you doing! Speak well and don't do this!"

Shen Munan became playful, and his voice became more and more deep and ambiguous: "Which thing are you doing?"

"Feudal lewdness!"

The man laughed when he heard this, picked up the book that was turned upside down on the bedside table and continued to read, without looking at Jiang Bei, he just said, "When I come back, I'll treat your boss to dinner."

"Whatever." Jiang Bei got under the covers, flexed his fists and embroidered his legs a few times, happily dreaming of meeting Duke Zhou.

The next day, Shen Munan flew to Jinling.

Jiang Bei pushed the stroller out of the previous rented house. The sky was gray and it looked like it was going to rain. After a while, Zhou Yang ran down from upstairs, stopped, and calmed down: "Brother Jiangbei, umbrella."

"No, someone is coming to pick you up, and it will be here soon."

Zhou Yang withdrew his hand to pass the umbrella, and glanced at the child in the cart, "He's treating you..." His voice paused, and the next second he changed his tone: "Then I'm going upstairs, if you're free, Come play again."

Jiang Bei waved his hand at him, pointing in the direction of the corridor entrance, "Go up quickly."

A Ping was coming soon, and Jiang Bei was pushing the stroller towards the entrance of the alley. The morning market was lively, and the snack shops on both sides were steaming up.

A silver-gray Bentley cut across the road ahead. Just as Jiang Bei was about to go around, the rear door suddenly opened, revealing half a sophisticated and calm face from inside. That face slowly turned around, not angry but mighty: "Son, I want to talk to you."