Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Qing Huan hid behind the curtain, and heard the outside suddenly become much quieter, and then the footsteps of several people...

"Boss, hello, hello." The manager greeted Zhong Li warmly.

"Yeah." Zhong Li glanced around and saw M. The two exchanged eyes and looked at each other for a while, one with a blank face and one with a standard smile. Where the eyes met, both of them knew the spark during the period.

"Boss, long time no see." M spoke first.

"Long time no see," Zhong Li said, "It seems that you are ready."

"I've always been very confident in my work." M said with a smile, "Thank you boss for caring."

"Sorry, I didn't come to see you." Zhong Li said coldly.

"Who is that……"

"Sorry, I'm late." With a gentle voice, a white figure walked in.

Qing Huan, who was hiding behind the curtain, felt very familiar when she heard the sudden voice.

When M saw him, he just paused, and the smile on his face remained unchanged: "So it's Mr. Bai. I heard that you were in poor health before. I was too busy to see him. I'm really sorry. Look now Mr. Bai should be fine now, congratulations."

"It's okay. I know you have an event today, so let Li'er take me to see it," he said with a smile, "I won't disturb you, will I?"

"I'm glad that Mr. Bai can come, but it's too late..."

"That's good……"

Qing Huan listened to the people outside chatting back and forth, and her mind went blank for a moment—Mr. Bai in M's mouth...is there another Mr. Bai?He has such a good relationship with Zhong Li, and even called him "Li Er", and his voice...isn't it...

Qing Huan took a step back, not wanting to bump into a shelf, and made a bumping sound.

Everyone's attention outside was attracted——

"Huh? Who's in there?"

M saw the person closest to the curtain walk towards the curtain, and his hand moved, but in the end there was no movement.

Qing Huan saw the shadow on the other side of the curtain, and with the movement of opening it, a figure appeared in front of him - he was wearing a white sweater and blue jeans, with a thin figure, and then that face, delicate and soft, fair and fair Show, but it is still a boy at a glance.

Of course, Qing Huan's focus is not here, because this face, this person...belongs to Bai Qinghuan.

He looked at Qing Huan, and slowly raised the corner of his mouth: "Hello."

His expression is so natural, every detail is flawless.

Qing Huan opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"Xiao Wen, why are you in there?" The manager saw Xiao Wen and said.

"I asked him to help me organize my clothes inside." M said.

"That's right."

Zhong Li seemed impatient: "The backstage is too boring, let's go."

"Ok."

Qing Huan stared intently at the person in front of her, saw him turn around and walk towards Zhong Li, and then left side by side with Zhong Li until he couldn't see——

Seeing myself standing in front of me... this feeling... really felt like a nightmare.

In just one or two minutes, Qing Huan felt cold sweat all over her back.

"What's wrong with him?" the manager asked M after seeing Qing Huan after seeing off Zhong Li and the others.

"He's not feeling well."

M walked up to Qing Huan and lowered her voice: "Mr. Bai, take it easy, you're fine."

"He..." Qing Huan finally spoke, he looked at M: "Who is he?"

"he……"

"Mori, get ready, it's about to start." The staff member Wang shouted here.

"OK." M responded, then pulled Qing Huan to sit on his chair, bent down and said to him——

"Mr. Bai, from now on, you are here, don't go anywhere, wait for me to come back. Do you hear me?"

Qing Huan hasn't recovered yet, and she just nodded slightly when she heard M's words.

After M left, Qing Huan sat there in a daze, until a pair of white sneakers appeared in front of Qing Huan, Qing Huan slowly raised her head, and saw that nightmare face.

He smiled at Qing Huan: "Can we talk?"

"……it is good."

The bathroom space is not big, but fortunately the smell is not bad.

One of the two people leaned against the sink and the other against the wall, with a distance of one person between them.

"Do you know who I am?" He stared fixedly at Qing Huan.

"Who are you?" Qing Huan asked.

He smiled and said word by word: "I am Bai Qinghuan."

Qing Huan immediately retorted: "You are not."

"Look at my face, this body, who is not Bai Qinghuan?" He said with a smile, "If I am not Bai Qinghuan, then who is it? Could it be you?"

"I..." Qing Huan was speechless for a moment.

"Your name is Xiao Wen," he said, "there is a mother in the family, and a man raised by your mother who goes to No. [-] Middle School. It has nothing to do with Bai Qinghuan, does it?"

"You know so much about my current identity, who are you?"

"I said, I'm Bai Qinghuan. I used to be, I am now, and I will be in the future."

Qing Huan turned coldly: "Aren't you afraid that I will expose you?"

"Expose me?" He seemed to have heard a joke: "What position do you use to expose me? Who are you?"

"I..." Qing Huan took a deep breath: "I am Bai Qinghuan."

"Maybe it used to be," he stared at Qing Huan, "but it hasn't been since you decided to give up this identity."

"What do you mean?"

"I just want to tell you." He approached Qing Huan, their faces were almost pressed together: "Don't regret the choice you make. Be your Xiao Wen, Bai Qing Huan's matter has nothing to do with you anymore. Please don't interfere with my affairs."

It's clearly his own face, but the cruelty and hostility can be read from his eyes, that feeling is too unsuitable - of course, Qing Huan will not be afraid of him.

"Why should I listen to you?"

"If you are not afraid that I will destroy all your things, you can try."

A blatant threat.

"What the hell... are you trying to do?" Qing Huan knew that he was not just a threat.

"I just want to get back what belongs to me." He grabbed Qing Huan by the collar: "Thousands of years have passed, and it should be my turn..."

"What's the meaning……"

"Bump—" The door was kicked open.

Qing Huan turned her head and saw M standing at the door, dressed in a black robe, with a gloomy face, appearing like a demon.

With a flick of M's hand, the person who was holding on to Qing Huan's collar just now was thrown away, his back hit the wall, and he frowned delicately because of the pain, he looked rather pitiful mean.

But M was unmoved: "I told you a long time ago that you don't want to touch him, otherwise...I will kill you."

"..." He straightened his body, straightened his clothes, and restored a perfect smile on his face: "You can do whatever you want with this body, it really is the same kind of demon. I also said that as long as he , and if you don't touch my bottom line, we will not violate the river."

After saying this, he didn't look at Huan again, and walked out of the bathroom.

Qing Huan looked at M: "You know...what exactly do you know?"

M walked up to Qing Huan, looked down at Qing Huan: "Mr. Bai, I will not harm you."

"I know..." Qing Huan lowered her head, "M, don't lie to me."

"Mr. Bai..."