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Chapter 593 Chen Bai II Chapter (5)

He turned the seat back and leaned over, unwilling to give Shen Sheng any look.

"Why don't you go? I said I won't go back!"

"I see that your mobile phone has been used for several years, and I bought you a new one, and I put it here for you."

Shen Sheng's voice is warm, gentle, deep and powerful.

He put the phone on the table, smiled at Chen Bai beside him, and looked at He Yao again.

"Is this your...friend?"

"What does it matter to you? Go out, don't send it off."

"Okay, I'll go first, you guys talk slowly."

When the footsteps gradually faded away, He Yao turned around. He didn't even want to give Shen Sheng a single glance, and he felt sick and nauseous just by looking at it.

Chen Bai's eyes followed Shen Sheng's figure, like a shadow following light.

He Yao propped his cheekbones and sneered: "Is he that good-looking?"

Chen Bai looked away.

"I do not know him."

"So let's get started."

"Start what?"

"Treatment! I don't have so much American time to spend with you."

Chen Bai: "...Oh, I see."

He Yao took the white coat on the wooden shelf beside him and put it on.

His slender fingers were fastening the buttons of his white coat, Chen Bai stared at his joints, his eyes were dull.

He Yao: "Hello?? You've recovered, buddy."

"I'm sorry... I think your hands are beautiful and clean. You must have never killed anyone."

He Yao:? ? ?
Chen Bai thought he was impolite, and bowed, "I'm sorry."

The most he said was sorry.

The voice is sincere.

It's just that He Yao doesn't understand at this time.

He really didn't understand why Chen Bai kept saying sorry to him.

He Yao stroked his chin with one hand, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Are you a fugitive?"

"No, I have no criminal record now."

Not now?

So it was there before?
He Yao felt scared, and there was a gust of wind on the back of his neck, "What on earth do you do?"

"I... used to live in the mountains, but now I don't have a job."

He Yao didn't ask any more questions.

He flipped through Chen Bai's personal medical records. The personal information belonging to this person was too little and too little.

"Tell me, what is the name of your cinnabar mole."

"Can you not say it?"

"Just a name."

"But this name is very important to me, and I don't want people to know it."

So possessive? ? ?

Difficult.

"So, you said last time that you don't want to forget him, but you want to hate him, right?"

Chen Bai nodded.

He Yao threw the mobile phone on the table over.

Shen Sheng bought it.

"Don't you have a mobile phone? This one is for you, no money."

Chen Bai was taken aback for a moment, but his hands trembled.

She looked cautious, as if she was holding some kind of treasure.

He Yao smiled, "Don't be so cautious, you can treat the owner of this phone as your cinnabar mole, he is a bastard, I promise, it won't take long, you will easily hate him."

Chen Bai's eyes trembled, "Do you have a bad relationship with him?"

"Of course, he is my enemy."

He Yao disagrees: "His name is Shen Sheng, Shen Congwen's Shen, Sheng who sings and dances, since he wants to be cured, he should be treated well. From now on, you will treat him as your cinnabar mole, how about it?"

Chen Bai stared deeply at He Yao.

It was that look again.

Compassion, sorrow, seeing through the complexity and obscurity of the world.

He Yao: "What's wrong? You don't agree?"

"No, I think your proposal is very good! Dr. He, you are a good man."

The corner of He Yao's mouth twitched, "Thank you, I think you are praising me!"

Chen Bai didn't say any more, and knelt down on one knee, kneeling on the floor, put his right hand to his chest, nodded silently.

With such a posture, like a believer, his Lord is before him.

Pious.

He Yao suddenly thought so.

Like piety attributed to one.

He came back to his senses, just about to wake up Chen Bai, but Chen Bai got up first and left, He Yao really thought that he was stupid, single-minded, and his speech and behavior were weird.

Recalling Chen Bai's posture just now, Song Ye always urged him to do this posture before, take a video and send it to the software, and said that Baobuqi must have a lot of nympho fans.

He Yao dresses well and looks good. His two slender legs and a pair of slender hands are his capital.

It sure looks nice to do this.

He Yao just didn't do it.

No one can force He Yao to do something he doesn't like.

……

Song Ye dragged He Yao to the meeting in the afternoon.

This is the director's meeting, so I have to go, to save face.

He Yao did save face, he slept on his stomach for two hours without snoring.

Song Ye dragged him up from the table again, laughing at the imprint on He Yao's face.

He Yao kicked him: "You asked me to come."

Song Ye smiled: "Let's go, treat you to dinner."

"I want to eat cold skin, shrimp dumplings, and two side dishes. You pack it and send it to my office. I don't want to move."

Song Ye: "..."

It's really really calling people.

He Yao returned to the office.

He is a bit lazy, he will never stand if he can sit, and he will never sit if he can lie down.

Song Ye bought Liangpi, carrots mixed with peanuts, fried shredded potatoes, and buns.

He did it on purpose.

He knew that He Yao didn't eat buns.

Before He Yao was 16 years old, he liked to eat buns the most.

After the age of 16, He Yao never ate buns anymore after experiencing that incident.

He Yao rolled his eyes at him: "Take the bun."

"Then answer me a question."

"Say."

"So you plan to stop working for the remaining half a month and just be in charge of that idiot named Chen Bai?"

He Yao didn't answer Song Ye's words.

In the middle of his clear eyebrows, a wrinkle was squeezed out little by little.

Chen Bai doesn't look like a fool, the eyes of a fool are not so sad, it feels more like a secretive person pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

For the rest of the patients, he enlightened them within two days at most. For Chen Bai, the key is that he did not cooperate.

Chen Bai is holding it, and he has a deep secret. He Yao has come into contact with so many patients with mental illness, it's not like he can't see it.

"Answer me." Song Ye waved his hand in front of him, feeling that he was distracted.

He Yao shrugged his shoulders casually: "It's rare to meet someone who is challenging, so take responsibility."

"What's challenging for a fool???"

He Yao chuckled, and laughed meanly: "A fool can knock you five meters away with one punch."

Song Ye: "..."

This person is a little bit wrong now.

……

When He Yao came home from get off work, the car was parked outside, and the security guard at the gate waved to him.

strange.

Users who live in this community know that the security guards in this community are very cold, and they never greet people at ordinary times.

Even security guards like to carry it these days.

He Yao paused, and said with a smile that was not a smile: "What did you do to be sorry for me, and you even greeted me?"

The security guard smiled and did not explain.

He Yao stopped teasing.

When I arrived at my own door, I realized that the door was ajar.

Ok?Could it be that it was stolen?

(End of this chapter)