Rain

Baooli's apartment is just like him...

I looked around this bachelor's apartment speechlessly.The wardrobe was wide open, but the clothes inside were neatly folded.Drawings were scattered randomly on the table, but the ashtray was full of ashes.The quilt on the bed was folded up, but the edge of the sheet was not tucked under the mattress, and it was drooping carelessly...

There is no other furniture except a bed, a wardrobe and an auxiliary table and chair.Speaking of which, the salary of LaGallery docker is quite a lot, and it seems that Baoli spends the rest of the money in the casino... The single life that he can feed the whole family without worrying about it is strangely happy.I thought of the little guy's bad habit of eating gold coins, and sighed.

It's still sleeping in my soul, I don't know when it will wake up... But every time it sleeps longer, the more hungry it wakes up, Namifa's pocket money on the boat is far from enough to feed this guy... This time I'll have to find a way to make some extra money after the Robin thing is over.In his free time, Sanji described to me the grand occasion of gold everywhere on the empty island, which made me feel regretful... I couldn't stand it, so I fell asleep inexplicably at that time, if I didn't try hard to search when I was awake...

Concentrating on his miscellaneous thoughts, he easily threw the drunk dead Baooli on the bed, stripping him down to his underwear without blinking.Oh yeah, it's square, and it has a flame pattern, which matches the pattern on the sleeve of his jacket.This guy is really a downright boring... I gritted my teeth and resisted the urge to laugh. Unfortunately, I don’t have a video phone bug like a camera, otherwise I can keep this handle forever. around……

Baooli was so drunk that he fell asleep, his limbs spread out, and I helped Baooli shake off the quilt and put it back on.To be fair, Baooli is in good shape and has all the eight-pack abs he should have... But based on this guy's coy and sullen behavior, no one except his colleagues in the dock will be lucky enough to appreciate it...

I looked around, looking for any government-related clues, bandages wrapped around my hands to prevent fingerprints.After searching carefully in the middle of the night, I found all kinds of dark historical photos of Baooli when he was a child, unfinished large and small design drawings, a note written casually by Mr. Bingshan a few years ago, several cans of corn chowder, and a child who died of starvation. The cockroach even found his empty vault with only a few banknotes, and found his little porn book... That's right, this prudish guy blushed when he looked at the woman's legs outside and scolded him harshly. There are also quite a few private collections... I looked through it with great interest, and felt that this guy's preferred type seemed to be a girl with a pure face but a hot figure?In this way, this guy and Lu Qi only seem to have a good relationship... I don't feel ashamed of prying into other people's privacy, so I flipped through the magazine and put it back where it was.

The sky outside the window gradually began to brighten, but there was no clue that could connect him with the government.An investigation to determine whether Paoli was undercover by the government failed.Baooli seemed to move on the bed, and his breathing was steady and soothing.I thought he was about to wake up too, so I quickly took off my clothes, closed my underwear and lay down on the other side of the bed.In fact, I did think about leaving him a note with a lip print and leaving, but the nasty desire to see his reaction when he woke up still prevailed.I gently buried myself in the quilt, really looking forward to it.

Sure enough, Baoli did not disappoint me. She screamed like a frightened little girl. I probably heard it within a few blocks... I resisted the pain of the magic sound piercing my ears, and poked my head out of the quilt, pretending to be sleepy. He murmured in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"I, I, you, you..." Baooli was so frightened that he fell under the bed, not forgetting to tightly grab the quilt to cover his body in underwear.His face was as red as a ripe tomato, his tongue was tied and he couldn't speak, "I, you..." Like a good daughter-in-law who was molested by a hooligan and wished she could bite her tongue and kill herself...

Resisting the urge to pound the table and laugh out loud, I calmly picked up my short-sleeved shorts from the side of the bed, and put them on calmly regardless of Baooli's almost protruding eyeballs.I sat on the bed and stretched, and walked straight to the bathroom.After closing the door and turning on the faucet to wash up, I could hear the clinking of soldiers and horses outside.

After opening the door again and walking out, Baooli had already put on his jacket and trousers, and he didn't even think to tie his belt.The blush on his face still hasn't receded, he is sitting on the ground, lighting a cigar in a daze.Seeing me coming out, he immediately choked, coughed out of breath, and dropped his cigar to the ground in fright.I was delighted to appreciate Baooli's frustrating expression with red ears, and calmly picked up my bag, turned around and walked towards the door of the apartment.

"Wait!" Baooli rushed up to block the door, and almost tripped himself because of this simple action, and finally managed to say, "Where are you going!"

"How old are you?" I suppressed my urge to laugh, and I just felt refreshed, and all the annoying things that Baooli pointed at my nose before disappeared and returned to the original.I raised my eyebrows and looked at Baooli strangely, "We're all grown-ups now, even though we had a good time last night, you can't care about that, right?"

"I'm 25 years old this year!" Baooli stuttered after yelling this sentence, "No, that's not what I meant!" Thoughts of gloating in the dark part of my heart, 25 years old?That's not a magician, poof...in five years...

"Anyway, I, I... I will pay you!" I quickly stuffed a cigar into Baooli's mouth, blocked his unfinished words, and kindly helped him cut off the end of the cigar, Si Tiao Slowly strike a match.Baooli stood there in a daze, watching me lean over to light the cigar, his face was reflected by the fire, and began to turn suspiciously red again.

"I said I'm an adult... I'm just passing through this city..." I shook my hand to let the match go out naturally, and raised my eyebrows, "Shouldn't you say those words?"

Having said all this, Baooli still didn't move away, but started to smoke the cigar slowly, as if he had calmed down a lot with the tobacco.A faint smoke spread around us, and no one spoke for a while.Blue, blue, blue, the voice of the phone bug broke the weird atmosphere.Baooli looked at me, then at the phone bug, and didn't intend to go away to answer it.

I don't think this matter is good, and I don't mind continuing to act. I raised my eyebrows, turned around and sat on the only chair in the room, and made a motion towards the phone bug.Only then did Baooli walk quickly to pick up the phone bug, and the news he got caught off guard quickly dissipated the blood on his face, and even turned a little pale.

"What! Mr. Bingshan was shot at home last night!" Baooli eagerly raised the microphone and asked, "Are you kidding! Is he dead! He didn't offend anyone!"

"Hey! Calm down and listen to me!" Lulu, who is also one of the directors, seemed to be on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Bingshan was found lying in a pool of blood this morning, and he is still in a coma... no Save manpower...In short...you go back to the headquarters immediately!"

Baooli cursed and hung up the phone, quickly picked up his boots and laced them on, bent over and grabbed his coat.He hurriedly walked towards the door, his eyes fell on me inadvertently as if he remembered this incident, and his face blushed strangely: "In short, you...you stay here and don't go out!"

"Mr. Bingshan was assassinated by someone..." Baooli said fiercely, "This place is safe!"

The author has something to say:

I really think Baooli is a boring person.

There are not only the obsessive-compulsive disorder of design engineers, but also the various vices of single men.

Well, I'd bet [-] Baileys on this guy being a dick.

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Jinjiang smoked me almost out of breath... almost used up all my patience...