The bereavement boss, he is crooked behind my back

Chapter 242 Non-Recyclable Garbage
"Miss Bai," Xiao Porridge hurried back from stepping on a small path, squatted down beside her again and stretched out his hand, "This is for you."

There was no moisture in Bai Shu's eyes, and her vision was still gray.

After rubbing it a few times, I could see clearly what Xiao Porridge was holding in his hand through the light cast by the street lamp——

It's a small, pale yellow peeled banana doll.

It is divided into upper and lower parts. The lower part of the skin was peeled off a few petals, revealing the egg-yellow fluffy flesh inside, like a plump flower blooming, with a complete banana head on it, but it was woven with a cute Da's little smiley expression.

The overall look is very cute and soft, and people can't help but want to ravage it.

"This..." Bai Shu's attention was successfully diverted to it.

She has never had any resistance to this kind of little doll.

"I just went to an underground shopping mall next to me and found a shop with a claw machine in it, so I tried to grab it, but I didn't expect to catch one," said Xiao Porridge, seeing that her state had eased, and her tone was brisk. Quite a few, "Do you like it?"

Bai Shu bit her lips: "How do you know I like this kind of doll?"

Xiao Porridge put his palm on his chin and murmured silently for a while, before he gave the reason, "Because when I went to your house last time, I found that there are many large and small dolls in your bedroom."

"You thought about it for eight seconds." Bai Shu knelt on her knees, her voice soft and low.

"Is there? Hahaha, why don't I know, maybe... maybe, oops, there are always some things that need time to organize." Xiao Porridge laughed without confidence.

"If I remember correctly," Bai Shu said as she took the peeled banana doll in her hand, squeezed it up and down, her eyes returned to tranquility, "the total number of times you have come to my house is no more than three, and the total number of times you have entered my bedroom is no more than three times." More than one. And that time, I just washed all the dolls and hung them on the window sill, and closed the curtains because I was afraid of the heat. So, at most, you can only see a bunch of shadows through the curtains.”

"..." Xiaoyu felt that she was being slapped in the face.

I still remember that 10 minutes ago, the strange man hid in the darkness and said to her in a nice but depressing voice, "Baishu likes this kind of doll very much, so you can pretend that you caught it yourself and give it to her. If she Ask how you know her preference, just answer that you met her in her bedroom."

She still remembers asking herself, "Who are you? How do you know her so well."

"I am the company responsible for collecting private information about artists." He replied.

She thought that since the superior asked him to come, then this identity should be correct, so she stopped asking, took the little doll and rushed back.

But now she really wanted to cry: she was going to die, she underestimated Bai Shu's memory.At first, she thought that she wouldn't remember clearly that she didn't see the doll.

But Bai Shu didn't make things difficult for her any more, instead she lowered her head and kept kneading the peeled banana doll, as if she wanted to knead it into her palm and turn it into blood.

The spring breeze at the end of April is still chilly at night.

The remaining foreign smell on the doll, accompanied by the wind, penetrated into the hole, and finally dissipated completely.

About half a minute later, Bai Shu stood up, "Let's go, I'm fine."

"Are you all right?" Xiao Conge always felt that he was an entertainer with a weird temper, and he didn't seem like someone who could be easily coaxed by a little doll.

"Ah."

Xiao Porridge was still skeptical and followed closely behind her.

Sure enough, Bai Shu was walking along the road, and suddenly stopped a few steps away from the hotel.

Xiao Porridge took a closer look and found that she was actually parked in front of a sorting trash can, with one hand on her hips and the other hand hanging around the sling, swinging the little doll, as if thinking about it.

"Miss Bai, do you want to throw away some trash?" She approached.

"Yeah, take out the garbage," Bai Shu glanced at her, "but I don't know which category to put it in, recyclable or non-recyclable."

"What do you want to lose, I will help you refer to it."

"Neng, that's all." Bai Shu brought the little doll to her, and shook it again.

Xiao Congee: "..." Stop joking, okay!relative!I said I like little dolls!
Sensing the panic and suspicion on her manager's face, Bai Shu suddenly smiled, "But what I lost was not something you specially gave me, so you probably don't need me to continue to point it out."

Xiao Porridge didn't say anything this time, and chose the default.

If I can't play, I blame myself for not having deep experience in the world and being a child.

However, after more than ten long seconds, she saw that the woman in front of her still hadn't been able to locate the classification correctly, and finally couldn't help it, "Dolls belong to recyclable garbage."

"I know," Bai Shu sneered, "Do you think I'm only three years old?"

"..." Xiao Porridge growled in his heart, who said that he had reached infancy a while ago!

"Then you throw it away, let's go back to the hotel to rest early after throwing it away."

God knows how much she wants to take a bath with essential oils and then lie down on the big bed!

No matter how cute and tender this little doll is, it probably cost the man more than ten yuan or something.

At this moment, in front of my own interests, these are all a ball!
"All right, all right, you're so anxious." Bai Shu pulled up a strange smile, her satisfied reaction further confirmed her guess.

Then the next moment, the hand let go of the sling.

"Crack!" After a few grunts, the doll was sent to the non-recyclable sorting area.

Xiao Porridge was stunned: "Don't you know that this doll belongs to recyclable garbage? Why—"

"In my case, it can't be recycled." After leaving these words, Bai Shu walked straight to the hotel, her back very relaxed.

Xiao Porridge shrugged, really feeling helpless towards himself as a wayward entertainer.

Suddenly, she was very worried that when Bai Shu officially returned to the public's attention through the first episode of the variety show, she would be blacked out.

After all, that group of diehard music fans cannot always protect the stars in their hearts...

Wait until these two people have completely disappeared at the hotel entrance.

Two men appeared next to the sorting trash can.

After a strange silence, one of them finally spoke, "Mr. Xie, do you still want this little doll?"

"Ahem!" Xie Ji's cheeks turned red, as if he was about to cough out his lungs.

Seeing this, the man hurriedly blocked the wind, "Are you okay? I see that you have coughed a lot more frequently after you came out."

"The seasons change, it's easy like this, don't worry," Xie Ji slowed down, his eyes drifted across the painted surface of the sorting trash can, and his fingers slightly wrinkled the silk handkerchief, "Since she lost it, then lose it Bar."

"But she threw it in the non-recyclable garbage. Isn't that a mistake? Or did she do it on purpose?"

"..." Xie Ji looked up at the moon in the sky. Although it was not fifteen, it was still round, but the bottom was a little broken, as if the bright moonlight was missing... After all, it was incomplete.

"The little girl's mind, don't guess."

The ending sound is slightly long, revealing a somewhat indistinguishable loneliness.

A thought keeps circling in my mind.

Non-recyclable trash.

His feelings for her, in her eyes, turned out to be non-recyclable garbage.

And she... No more, she doesn't want it at all.
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Gu Xi and Ruan Yuan were arranged in the same hotel by the crew.

They were still facing each other, looking up without seeing each other.

Correspondingly, Shi Yi and Li Zigeng are the opposite door next door, and they don't see each other when they look up.

At eight o'clock in the evening, there was a knock on Shi Yi's door.

　Seventeen Broken Thoughts: We still have to sort out the garbage correctly~ Now the community requires that the garbage be fed at six o'clock in the morning and at six o'clock in the evening.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)