Zerg’s Favorite Protagonist

Late at night, Sheng family.

The desolate night wind blew through the dense and lush woods, making people shiver.

Sheng An went to deliver the book to Song Bai, and rushed back without stopping, because the one at home really made him feel uneasy.

Since Sheng An brought Ping's condolences back, the tense atmosphere between the two finally eased, but it took only a few days for Ping to return to the army. For two consecutive times, Ping left home without authorization. Three times he completely annoyed Sheng An, so he tied him with iron chains.

Now, though, he knew how to tame this worry.

Back indoors from outside, the warm air immediately wrapped up, and the waiter next to him came forward and took off his coat for him.

"How is your servant, have you eaten anything?" Sheng An asked while taking off his scarf.

The expression on the waiter's face became a bit ugly, and he hesitated: "Master, Shijun, no matter what we say, he won't eat."

Sheng An's expression was a little angry, "If he doesn't want to eat it, you won't bring it to him?"

The waiter's hands were shaking when he hung the scarf. He said, "We did it, but the waiter threw it out and served it three times."

Sheng An had a gloomy face and pushed the wheelchair inside. The waiter was about to help, but was thrown away by Sheng An.

Through the long wooden corridor, the night moonlight poured in through the windows, illuminating the iron gate at the end.

The gloom on Sheng An's face receded like a tide, and his pale face gave birth to a kind of fragility. He took a deep breath and gently turned the combination lock. There was a crisp mechanical sound on the door handle, and a burst of sound came from the door. Angrily shouted: "I said I don't want to eat it, throw it out for me!"

Sheng An's face was angry at first, remembering the method in the female insect psychology book he had read, he suppressed his anger, showed a helpless expression, and said, "How can you do it if you don't eat, you will be hungry if you don't..."

Sitting on the bed, Ping shook the chain in his hand, the other end of the chain was tightly wrapped around the railing at the head of the bed, and the iron bed was directly welded to the ground, making it unbreakable.

Ping's expression was extremely indifferent, "Liar me back and lock me here, you might as well just starve me to death."

Finding that Ping showed no signs of struggling, Sheng An finally stepped forward, stroking Ping's face, recalling the sign of weakness in the book, he murmured in a low voice: "That's not good, if you don't lock you, you should escape again, If you leave, what can I do?"

There was a bit of embarrassment on Ping's face. This was the first time he heard a similar confession from the mouth of the hero. He didn't hesitate to start, and stubbornly scolded him: "I can't escape if I starve to death?"

It really worked.

Sheng An laughed softly, he clasped Ping's hand, and continued: "I must be like a lunatic, actually like the way you slap me."

Ping was dizzy, what happened to the hero today, and what he said was so nice? His face was so red that he was smoking, he bit his lip and whispered, "Who cares if you like it or not."

He added another sentence: "I don't like you marrying other insects."

"The nth move of female worm's psychology: when the opponent removes the defense, you should take the initiative to attack."

Sheng An hugged Ping and carefully concealed the triumphant smile on his face. He looked at Ping with dark eyes and said, "Don't go back to the military, okay?"

Ping only snorted and shook the chain.

The tacit understanding of living together for many years let Sheng An know that Ping agreed, and he took advantage of the situation to open the chain.

Ping Dazi lay down on the bed, rubbed his stomach, and said confidently, "I'm hungry."

Sheng An ordered the waiter to bring the meal, and his eyes were full of joy of victory.

Lying flat on the bed, he rested on his flat lap, stroking his flat palm, the female worm was really good at coaxing.

At the same time, a clubhouse.

The bitter aroma of tea lingered on his nose, Xiao Rong frowned his delicate brows, took a sip of the coffee in his hand, looked at Bai Shan who was still playing with the terminal, and said lightly, "Since you invited me here, why? Want me to wait for you?"

Bai Shan put the terminal on the table and said, "It's alright, it's just that there was an adjutant in the army who didn't go back and reported it below."

Xiao Rong wasn't interested in things in the military, he picked up the coffee and said, "What the **** are you looking for from me, go back quickly after you say it's complete."

"I haven't seen each other for 20 years, so impatient?" Bai Shan asked.

"What do I have to say to you?" Xiao Rong snorted, as if it had nothing to do with him hanging up high.

Xiao Rong really still hated him, Bai Shan sighed lightly.

"What about Bai Chuan?" Bai Shan tried his best to keep his eyes on the table, avoiding the face that still made his heart beat faster.

wow.

On the table, the coffee in Xiao Rong's cup spilled out. He hurriedly put down the cup and wiped it with a tissue, but the stains got bigger and bigger.

"You didn't forget." Bai Shan put his hand on his left chest, which was jumping wildly, and couldn't tell whether it was bitterness or jealousy in his tone.

"Who can forget someone like Bai Chuan," Xiao Rong pulled the loose strands of hair behind his ears, stood up, and said, "You = nothing, I'll go back first."

"Mia is seventeen years old this year." Bai Shan's low voice came over.

Xiao Rong's heart skipped a beat, "Why do you mention this?"

"Big brother is deviant. He said that if there is a child in the future, the male worm will definitely not have a surname." Bai Shan smelled the fragrance of the spring before the March rain floating in the air, and suddenly there was a bit of revenge-like pleasure in his tone, and said: "If eldest brother knows that you have been thinking about him, he must be very guilty."

Xiao Rong could hear the target in his tone. He put his hands on the table and said unceremoniously, "If he knows that you don't recognize your biological son and only love Song Bai who looks like him, do you think he will feel guilty?"

The eyes of the two confronted each other in mid-air, neither letting anyone else.

In the end, Bai Shan turned his head and said softly, "It's my fault, but—"

"Yeah, that's why you told Elder Sheng about his departure, which forced Bai Chuan to a dead end!" Xiao Rong's eyes were slightly red.

"Until today, what I hate the most is not Elder Sheng, but you who think you are right!"

Xiao Rong picked up the bag, got up and left.

Only Bai Shan was left, sitting on the seat of Cha Xiang Ning Na.

But, you know, Bai Chuan may still be alive in this world.

Bai Shan closed his eyes and recalled the eloquent Song Bai he saw on TV.

Like, it's so similar.

…

The next morning, Sardin got out of bed with only a splitting headache.

He sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his head, muttering how his head hurt like this.

A pile of messy memories flooded back to my mind.

Sadin's face turned red little by little as his memory recovered.

What the **** did he do yesterday!

In the evening, I went to dinner with Xiongzhu, and ran to sing before the meal was finished, and finally sang something like "Yesterday is over, cherish what I have today"

When was he so crazy? !

Sardin suddenly remembered something, and he hurriedly went to the bedside to find a glass bottle. The bottle was exquisitely and elegantly packaged, and it looked like ordinary mineral water.

Before leaving last night, the females were still enthusiastic and wanted to give the things in their hands to Sardin. Sardin was embarrassed, and finally had to take a bottle of seemingly ordinary "mineral water".

My God, Sardin, how could you drink all the wine that Ashe gave me as water? !

Not only did he drink up, he also went crazy with alcohol!

Sardin leaned against the head of the bed, unable to love.

I really want to hit myself with a pillow.

There was a sudden noise in the living room, Song Bai walked in and said, "You woke up, just in time, come and help."

As soon as he heard of the help, Sadin was instantly revived with blood. He jumped up, came to Song Bai, looked up and down and said, "Master, you have a lot of dust on your sleeves."

He was about to slap when he was stopped by Song Bai: "Mr. Bai sent a gift. It was just mailed this morning. It's too big, so I can only move it to the door."

Sadin's eyes brightened, patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me, I promise it will be fine."

Song Bai looked a little worried, touched his head, and said, "You drank so much yesterday, doesn't your head hurt?"

"It's absolutely fine." Sardin said and ran out.

Song Bai shook his head, sat beside the bed, and suddenly found that the bedside table was open. With a squeak, he picked out a small box the size of a palm, "When did the courier come back, why hasn't the package been unpacked yet?"

The next second, Sardin walked in with a look of doubt, and said blankly, "Master, where is the gift you mentioned?"

"Just at the door..." Song Bai said and walked out. Seeing the half-height package erected in the living room, he quickly changed his words: "You have already moved in."

"Just this gadget?" Sardin sighed, holding the door frame, "I thought it was heavy, but **** squeezed in."

Song Bai, who didn't move for a long time in his arms, said, "..."

Song Bai took off his dusty coat, passed through Sardin's armpit, and picked him up.

By the way, I also weighed, um, I can hold it, and the dignity of the hero is preserved.

Song Bai thought indifferently.

Sadin was so itchy from Song Bai's actions that he went down to the ground to support Song Bai's arm and laughed, and it took a while to relax.

Sadin made a fuss too late last night, and now he is yawning. Song Bai saw that there was water vapor in his eyes, and said, "Go back and sleep for a while."

"No," Sardin shook his head, he still had something to ask. Sadin held Song Bai's hand tightly. He raised his head with seriousness and concentration in his eyes, and said, "Master, will those words you said on stage cause you trouble?"

He wanted to ask last night, but he was nervous on the way.

"Last night you hesitated all the way, just wanted to ask me about this?" Song Bai smiled and patted his hand, "Don't worry, even if there is trouble, he won't be able to lift this wave."

Seeing Sardin's puzzled look, he chuckled softly, "Song's plan is to mix it up with the creation of public opinion."

It is more convenient to hold public opinion in your own hands.

Sardin widened his eyes and said, "Master, do you want to sell newspapers?"

Song Bai knocked on him and said with a serious tone, "It doesn't sell newspapers, it's the media."

Although this live broadcast was to whitewash Sardin, there might be something strange going on in the future. Since he lives here in the future, it is natural to transform the surroundings to be more in line with his wishes.

The media is the most effective way to influence the public.

Sadin was not interested in business matters, he sighed, his eyes drifted away again, and when he saw the small box in Song Bai's hand, he was pleasantly surprised: "Master, you found this condolence gift, I forgot to put it back when I took it back. where is it?"

"Condolences? Letters of condolences?" Song Bai stared blankly as Sardin took the small box from his hand and violently tore open the tightly wrapped package.

"Yes," Sardin briefly explained to Song Bai, and said excitedly, "This is the first time I have received it, and I don't know what gifts will be in it."

"This is the first time? You don't say that it is once a year. We have been married for almost two years." Song Bai frowned.

"The one from the first year was thrown away by the hero when I got home. In September this year, my father threw it away. He said it was the same as last year. He also said that the hero would throw it away, so there was no need to waste postage." A little depressed, "I went to ask about that project, and it was quite interesting."

"What project?" Song Bai couldn't help but become curious.

"It's said to go to the arctic rua bear. If you are lucky, you can bring one back as a pet... Hey, lord, what's wrong with you?"

"...let's throw it away."

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