Boss, your dragon!

At the temporary meeting in the afternoon, Zhu Yun held his chin in the first seat and heard several executives arguing about the Central Park project.Xu Lan didn't sleep well, her temper was very hot, her legs were crossed, and her sentences were stinging, making people speechless.

Liu Shengguang's face flushed red, panting like a bullfighting bull.

And Zhu Yun was not in the meeting room at all, with a few strokes of the pen, he drew a little black dragon waving its wings.He paused, and added another bowl of fried noodles beside him.This combination is really nondescript, he glanced at it twice, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It just so happened that Xu Lan had just finished greeting Liu Shengguang's family without profanity. Hearing the laughter, all the executives turned their heads in unison, and needles could be heard in the room.

Zhu Yun raised his eyes, vaguely realized that something was wrong, and coughed dryly: "Where did you talk? Continue."

Xu Lan followed the good example: "Thank you boss, I'm done scolding."

Zhu Yun: "..."

Liu Shengguang's face was distorted. He pushed the plan to Zhu Yun's hand, suppressed his anger and explained his hard work to the second-generation son.

Zhu Yun casually flipped through two pages, and said casually: "Then do as you said. We will discuss the tender next time, and the meeting will be adjourned."

Executives: "..."

Liu Shengguang was also stunned, and then ecstasy emerged, and he walked back to his original position proudly, and glanced at Xu Lan triumphantly.Xu Lan spread her hands, looking like I have nothing to say to an idiot, picked up the materials and slammed the door out.

Zhu Yun waved his hand casually: "What are you doing in a daze? Let's go."

That afternoon, Boss Zhu, who has always been hands-on and thunderous, skipped work again early.The high-level gossip is boiling, and it has developed from "sex obsession" to "what to do if the boss is poisoned".

Zhu Yun felt at ease about this, and lazily pushed the shopping cart to the supermarket.Since he took over the company, he hasn't been to a supermarket for many years, and he can hardly remember the order in which things are placed. He can only put whatever he wants into the cart as he passes by, like a treasure hunt.

This way of shopping is obviously not advisable. After a while, the shopping cart was almost full, and he had just visited the fresh food section, and he promised his wife and children that he would not buy any meat.

Zhu Yun stood in the middle of the road, feeling a little headache, should he go to the entrance to get another cart?Just when he was worried, his car was lightly hit.

"Sorry." He stepped aside, looked up but was stunned.A tall and thin young man looked down at him, his thin lips curved provocatively: "Brother Zhu?"

Zhu Yun stood up straight and narrowed his eyes: "Promise."

"Don't be so nervous, I don't mean anything else." Xu Nuo was wearing casual clothes, at first glance he looked like a college student in his early twenties, but the light-colored pupils under the single eyelid revealed calculations, and he looked deep in thought.

He randomly picked two boxes of snowflake beef, and casually said, "My brother, it's at your place." He used an affirmative sentence, and he didn't even bother to pretend that he came.

Zhu Yun suppressed his anger: "So what? He has already given up his inheritance rights, what else do you want?"

Xu Nuo looked at him quietly, and suddenly smiled: "Brother Zhu, you are confused. He is not counted as Xu's family, so how can he give up?"

Zhu Yun choked for breath: "You!" He calmed his breath, and smiled coldly: "It's really blind. Xu Tan took care of you since he was a child. He really raised a white-eyed wolf."

"If he was willing to change his surname to Qin early in the morning, maybe I would appreciate it." Xu Nuo smiled unchanged, shrugged, "Remember to tell my brother, mom misses him, and let him come home early."

Zhu Yun didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, snorted coldly, piled some meat in the car at will, and walked away.

When checking out, the screen of his mobile phone lit up. It was an email from Xu Lan. When he clicked on it, he could see a detailed tender document.

I don't know where she got it, but she dug up Liu Shengguang's planned quotation, and attached her own estimated revision suggestions.The corners of Zhu Yun's lips curled slightly, and he replied: "Thanks for your hard work."

Xu Lan: "Are you really the shopkeeper? Today the whole secretary's office is betting on whether you have fallen into a Gu."

Zhu Yun: "Did you have fun scolding this afternoon?"

Xu Lan: "...Happy."

Zhu Yun: "Then it will be over. If you bear with it, the net will be closed soon."

Xu Lan whimpered, complained a few words that he was squeezing the labor force, and resigned herself to going back to work overtime.And Zhu Yun piled the big and small bags into the trunk and drove to the suburbs.

The sky was full of burning clouds, and the road gradually became congested. Zhu Yun turned right and merged into the commuting traffic, and suddenly felt a long-lost sense of steadfastness, as if a vacancy in his heart had been quietly filled.Different from the rapid heartbeat every time he gets close to Bai's side, this feeling is warm and satisfying.

In the evening, Zhu Yun held up the menu in one hand and a spatula in the other, tossing a table of meat dishes.He hasn't been in the kitchen for a long time, and he is not familiar with the business. He either overboiled the water or fried the shredded pork.The labor enthusiasm of the other two impoverished children was very high. However, after Pikachu stole raw ingredients N times and smashed the sixth plate for nothing, Zhu Yun invited the two gods out of the kitchen with a blank expression.

I don't know how Bai lived to such a big age.He and the kitchen seemed to have a grudge, and the floor would be messed up whenever he touched it.Zhu Yun can only comfort himself: Maybe this unlucky child can only eat dirt in his hometown because he is too poor.

In the end, Zhu Yun fried the pot noodles in order to coax the white face of disappointment from not being able to enter the kitchen.He is quite handy in making this, the noodles are fried golden and served with chopped green wild onions.One bite, the edges are crispy and the inside is smooth, and the rich aroma of the slightly sour sauce explodes on the taste buds, which greatly relieves the greasy feeling.

Bai held the pot intently, eating with satisfaction, eating chopsticks like flying, and didn't even bother to talk.Thinking of his shrinking abdominal muscles, Zhu Yun couldn't help being very restrained, and only filled half a bowl of rice and a little broth, mixed with small green vegetables and ate.

However, he found another serious problem - Pikachu can't use chopsticks.He held the bowl in both hands, and suddenly flicked his tongue long, rolling the food into his mouth.If the lizard eats like this, there is no problem, but when a handsome boy suddenly sticks out a tongue that is [-] centimeters long... it is very frightening.

If there is a fourth outsider on the table, I am afraid that he will faint from fright.Anyway, Zhu Yun was used to it, he put down the bowl numbly, went to get a spoon for Pikachu, and taught him: "Don't stick out your tongue."

Pikachu refused to answer, pouted: "Why?"

Zhu Yun: "Uh, it's not polite, and it will scare others."

Pikachu muttered dissatisfiedly: "There is no one else..."

Zhu Yun: "..." It's only been a few days, this child's language skills have improved so fast, and he even learned to talk back?

Bai also put down the bowl and raised his eyes: "Use a spoon."

So Pikachu was honest, silently clutching the spoon tightly, and began to fight with the rice in the bowl.

Zhu Yun couldn't figure it out: "Do I look easy to be bullied?" You must know that he was also a domineering dude who roamed the countryside since he was a child, and there is still a day when he is despised by children. This day is really passing by.

Bai stared at him for a while: "Well, you look...very nice to kiss."

Zhu Yun thought he heard it wrong: "??"

Bai is a man of action, so he immediately leaned over and licked his lips.Zhu Yun's brain froze for a while, and then his face turned red, and he growled: "What are you doing! He is still watching."

Bai blinked, with an innocent face, pretending nothing happened and continuing to eat calmly.Seeing this, Pikachu leaned forward with pouted octopus mouth, but was slapped by Bai into the boiling soup bowl.

Zhu Yun was frightened, and rescued the child with his thin neck, only to find that the boy's face was not red at all, and he was still smiling at him with his eyes closed.

——Anyway, he is still an alien.

After dinner, Zhu Yun rejected the proposal to wash the dishes for nothing.He cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and Bai Yibu followed him, even saving the trash can, and basically poured the leftover soup base of each dish directly into Bai's mouth.

Zhu Yun was a little worried at first: "You... won't vomit again?"

Bai shook his head: "It's okay, I always feel very hungry recently."

Zhu Yun silently glanced at his four-dimensional stomach, then slowly lowered down, staring at the flat stomach.Bai was a little hairy when he saw it: "What's wrong?"

Zhu Yun opened his mouth: "Uh, is there any other discomfort for you?"

Bai scratched his chin: "Well, apart from vomiting, occasionally too lazy to move after eating, and a little sore waist. It's not a big deal."

Zhu Yun: =口=Why are these symptoms so familiar!He really wanted to ask clearly, but he suspected that most of Bai didn't know what was going on.

He turned his eyes, caught a glimpse of Pikachu chasing birds and crawling around in the yard, and changed the subject: "On Earth, are there... many people like you?"

Bai: "Probably quite a few."

Zhu Yun was confused: "Why?"

Bai tilted his head to look out of the window, light and dark drew a dividing line on his face, half of his side face was bathed in a warm yellow halo, like a half-faded rough painting.

He didn't know what to think of, and his eyebrows twitched: "Most of them were exiled here, and they need to find something before they can leave Earth civilization."

Looking for something?When Zhu Yun heard this statement for the first time, his heart skipped a beat: "What about you?"

Bai Bai's eyes fell on him, his expression was gentle, and the corners of his lips curled into a slight arc: "I have found what I want. As for other things... I actually don't want to leave here."

Zhu Yun's heart was pounding: "Why?"

Without warning, the overwhelming green grass suddenly exploded, Bai supported the cooking table behind Zhu Yun, and wrapped him in his arms, the warm and harmless temperament disappeared, revealing a sharp texture vaguely.

The two were very close, Bai Ju looked down at him, and smiled softly: "Actually, you know the answer, don't you?"

"..."

"Then," he whispered almost close to his ear, "Zhu Yun, are you willing to accept me?"

Zhu Yun unconsciously let go of the tablecloth, and her waist felt a little weak.His throat was dry: "I..."

Bai stared at him for a while, then suddenly let go.The scent of green grass faded, he rubbed Zhu Yun's head gently, and sighed: "I'm sorry, I can't control it. I will take you to him tomorrow. When you are not affected... If you still want , I will wait for your reply."

The heart that was about to jump out of the throat slowly fell back to its original place, Zhu Yun watched him turn around and go out, and suddenly had an urge to say forget it - the feeling of being wrapped in Bai's breath is very beautiful and familiar, and the thought of losing , he was a little bit reluctant...but it was just thinking about it. After opening the window to ventilate the air, he slowly regained his composure.

Zhu Yun didn't stay overnight in the villa, and drove back to the small apartment in the city.Along the way, there are still countless mysteries swirling in his mind.

About Bai, and about those alien visitors... Maybe, when you meet the person Bai said, everything will have an answer.

Because he had something hidden in his heart, he tossed and turned for a long time that night before falling asleep lightly.But then, he was woken up by someone.

Zhu Yun was full of impatience: "What are you doing?" He rubbed his dry eyes, and suddenly froze - the room was exquisitely decorated, but it was not really his bedroom. The red copper ceiling fan above his head was buzzing, as if... summer?

—is it a dream?

Zhu Yun was lying on his back on a hard mahogany sofa, and the back of his head hurt from the board.He hammered his shoulders and slowly sat up, a pair of slender jade-like palms stretched out from the side, firmly supporting him.

"Are you awake?" The voice was as clear as a mountain spring, and the surrounding heat seemed to dissipate.

Zhu Yun nodded, and glanced casually across the coffee table.Immediately afterwards, his heart skipped a beat, and he saw a familiar silver pocket watch quietly pressed on the old newspaper.