Chapter 104: I am sorry

The scum that came out was scraped, the messy hair was taken care of, and the clothes were changed again, but the handsome Du Qiuhe who was returned was still ugly and refused to communicate.
"Puppy, I bought you a dumpling."
He Bai faintly glanced at the handsome face he had come over, sideways.
Di Qiuhe paused, raised his hand and sorted out the shirt collar. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, he continued to move forward and shouted warmly. "In fact, I just lied to you. These buns are made by me. You Have a taste?"
He Bai screwed his head back to his head and glanced at the lunch box on his hand and the whole package. He was braising the steam and the scent of the steamed buns. He looked at him with a look of comfort and comfort. His heart was soft and soft.
"Give me, I will eat it myself." He reached out.
When Di Qiuhe’s eyes lit up, he handed over the lunch box and then happily gave him the chopsticks and the small table. He said,
I have already done the cleaning of the house. You are not trying to leave the hospital. I just went to talk to the doctor. He said that as long as you keep warm, you are no longer suffering from cold. You are OK to leave the hospital today."
Now he is in a good mood for the hospital, and he feels a little better. He looks at him with Yu Guang, and snorted in his heart. Don’t twist up and wrap a buns, put it all in your mouth, chew and chew... eh? The taste is very good.
Di Qiuhe, who always pays attention to his expression, has a heart in his heart. He wants to pinch his cheeks with his hands, but he remembers the experience of being hammered up many times in these two days, and silently presses this impulse and picks up one. The box of paper towels was placed on the small table and continued. "This time you are sick, Junjie, they are very worried. When they leave the hospital, why don't you ask them to come home to gather together? How about hot pot, or seafood? Do you want to roast whole sheep? We can ask the cook to come home."
He Bai heard the words in his heart, remembering Niu Junjie who was crying in his dreams with no image, and Chen Jie, who was silent, and Wang Hu, who kept calling and buying tickets overnight, his nose was sour. Busy and stuffed a buns into his mouth, covering up the wrong voice with a vague voice, and replied, "And Shao Feng, Shao Feng is also very hard during this time, and he is also invited." I want to put Zhao Tianhu also Please come over, but they are still unfamiliar in this life, no excuses please... uncomfortable.
"Well, Shao Feng really worked hard, please come over." Di Qiuhe saw him answering words, but also buried his head and eaten the buns to eat incense, and slowly took the heart down and continued to ask, "What is there for dinner?" Have you thought about it? You know Junjie, what do they like to eat?"
"Hot pot, just eat hot pot in winter." He Bai took a piece of paper towel, pressed the mouth to press the sour throat, and returned, "Roast whole sheep can also, but do not have to cook, let Junjie themselves toss Well, there are outsiders who are not comfortable with them. And there are bodyguards who have been following us, you can't miss them."
"No, I remember, go back and arrange." Di Qiuhe replied, tempted to sit next to him and raise his hand to help him manage his hair. "Do you have anything you want to be jealous, such as what to do?" Ingredients, what kind of kitchen utensils to add."
The buns are delicious. The handsome guy is very eye-catching. He feels very comfortable when he is squatting. The point in He Bai’s heart slowly disappears. He looks at him sideways and buryes his head and eats a steamed buns. By default, he approaches, deliberately Dao, "Are you a pig? I have to arrange everything. I am still sick. Do you feel that you are squeezing the patient's energy?"
"I am not right." Di Qiuhe quickly admits his mistake, revealing a smile in his eyes, knowing that his ignorance of the gas has finally disappeared, and he reached out as he wished to pinch his gangster, and pouted, " I will arrange the rest, you just have to wait and play."
He Bai took a look at him and used the chopsticks to pull the remaining buns in the lunch box. It was a cold-headed way. "I don't know if it's right... You are ready to order online games or movies. The third child can finish the meal." Play... and my computer, the last set of snow scenes, you sent me a mail contact with a person named Zhao Tianhu, the message was written to wish a happy new year... Do not ask who Zhao Tianhu is! Not allowed to be jealous !"
Di Qiuhe glanced at the chopsticks that he almost poked on his face, silently adjusted his expression, pressed his hand, and smiled purely. "Well, I will help you to send it. The puppy is too small for me, I am so loving." Are you jealous?"
He Bai took back his hand and poked a buns and sneered. "When you are jealous, there are still fewer?"
"...that's because I love you too much." Di Qiuhe paused, and climbed his face, trying to reach out and hug him.
He Bai glanced at him, did not push his hug, and put his face on the puffed stuffed buns - forget it, the old man's Di Qiuhe that was the last life, this life's Di three years old is quite cute, Do not move -
"I like to eat more and eat more." Di Qiuhe saw him soften, happy to almost fly, busy bowing down to kiss him a few times, and then a treasure like a bottle of juice from the bed in the bag to find his hand Inside, smiled. "I know that you are tired of drinking soup every day. Give it, don't tell Hu Shu that I have given you this. He wants to be angry."
- Furious... a fart!
He Bai looked at the incomprehensible drink in his hand, turned to look at the smiling Du Qiuhe, and smacked his lips. "I suggest you buy some stock of this beverage manufacturer. This juice is very good. Evergreen, still very hot after more than a decade."
"Is it?" Di Qiuhe did not know what to do. He looked down at the bottle in his hand. "If you like it, then I will turn back and let people... um? um er?"
He Baiyu, he did not prepare to hold his head and sip a cool, then open the drink, drill into the quilt, continue to violently roll - go to the TM juice drink! He didn't want to drink any juice drinks in his life! Spicy chicken is three years old! Spicy chicken spicy chicken spicy chicken!
Di Qiuhe, who was smashed into a chicken nest: "...white ???"
Di Qiuhe's faint swells from time to time, and his white paper moved back to his home, and then began to prepare for dinner.
"The meat has been set so much for the time being, is that enough?"
He Bai turned the album side by side and used his head to face him.
Di Qiuhe sighed and licked a strand of hair that he had lifted behind his head, and then got a white eye of love.
"The shelf of the whole lamb is bought back. Is this the size?"
He Bai took a sip of the soup that Hu called, and buried his head to organize the photo frame, or ignored him.
Di Qiuhe raised his eyebrows and went around him to bite a bite of his back neck, then quickly retreated, admiring the fried hair that he looked at his neck and blinking, squinting and licking his hair. "Puppy, you are so cute."
He Bai’s eyebrows are flying.
"The game is ready for these, Junjie will they like it?"
I have been teased almost for a moment. Why did I have to make troubles? He Bai heard the words and blinked. Lafayette generally pointed to several of the game discs, then took back the line of sight and continued to knock on the computer.
Di Qiuhe did not smile, and asked in the past, "So focused, who is chatting with?"
He Bai deliberately zoomed in and Zhao Tianhu's dialog box, continued to explore the experience of shooting scenes with the other side, and briefly mentioned the idea that he wanted to combine shooting and shooting.
Zhao Tianhu’s response was very enthusiastic. The news was sent one by one, and he did not secretly pass on his excellent works photographed in these years, and excitedly expressed his wish to return to China to see him.
He Bai readily responded, his fingers flew, and he trustedly sent his personal mobile phone number and residential number, as well as the detailed home address, to show that he was always welcome to come.
Zhao Tianhu: Oops, seeing each other and seeing hate late, Xiaobai, you are quite appetizing for me.
White and white: You are polite, Zhao Ge is simply my soul confidant.
Di Qiuhe's eyebrows jumped and jumped, squeezing his face to sit next to him, grabbed his mouse, clicked on the video call, and then quickly leaned on the face of He Bai after the other party connected, showing a smile toward the camera. "Zhao Ge Hello, I am Xiaobai's companion Di Qiuhe. Thank you for your mention and attention to Xiaobai. May I have time to return to China in the middle of next year? I want to invite you to join me and Xiaobai's wedding.

"Wedding?" Zhao Tianhu’s ten-year-old rough face appeared on the screen. His eyes slipped on the face of the two people, and he smiled.
There is time to have time, of course, time. I will be here on time to send you blessings!
The hoarse voice, the unruly shape, enough to be the age of their dad, completely unable to form a threatening shape... Di Qiuhe squatted, sweeping his face with a white light, coughing coughing - he seems Misunderstood something.
"Oh." He Bai suddenly sneered.
Di Qiuhe's scalp was tight, and he should have a conversation with Zhao Tianhu. Then he made an excuse to close the video call and carefully looked at the white paper around him. He said, "What do you want to eat at night, I will do it for you."
"I want to eat small birds and stew mushrooms." He Bai replied, squinting, cold and cold lips, "and the head of the sauce."
Di Qiuhe silently raised his hand and grabbed his sharp eyes. "...The doctor said that your recent diet is best light, or will I give you a fish?"
"No." He Bai pulled down his hand and bowed his head. He touched the back of his hand with a light and strange force. "The carbon-baked bird wings seem to be good."
Di Qiuhe quickly returned to hold his hand, serious expression, sincerely said, "Xiaobai, I am not doing well to make you angry, you said, I promise to change."
He Bai looked up at him, his eyes turned around his face and asked, "Are you sure to ask me?"
Di Qiuhe nodded quickly.
"Okay, then I tell you." He Bai straightened up and gently helped him to manage his hair and smile. "You are ugly to me, well, you can change it." After he got up, he was thrown away. The hand, holding the computer went upstairs.
Di Qiuhe: "..."
That night, after He Bai fell asleep, Di Qiuhe was a thief who held the person and kissed him. Then he let go of his hand and touched the phone to send a text message to Jiang Xiuwen: Xiu Wen, how do you think the puppy is ugly? do?
Jiang Xiuwen's reply came very quickly, and it was very neat: reinvented.
Di Qiuhe deep face: This is impossible.
Jiang Xiuwen: This sentence is also what I want to return to you. How can He Bai be ugly?
Di Qiuhe is delighted: Really?
Jiang Xiuwen: Really, he will only suspect that you are ugly, stupid, and lookless, and childish and and broken things. Don't go back to the furnace and rebuild it.
Di Qiuhe vertical eyebrows: You are awkward!
Jiang Xiuwen: Hehe.
Was a face, Di Qiuhe put down his mobile phone, look at the white pillow that he would rather sleep with his puppy pillow, refused to hold him to sleep, grievances, sadness, and unsuccessful feeling that the temper is not cute. Thinking up for a few seconds, decisively slamming the quilt and plucking it into the arms, taking off, touching, touching, pro...
These few nights, He Bai was a little uncomfortable, and he always dreamed of some pictures that he had seen after being poisoned by his life. He was very tired. Tonight, he was stunned into a dream about his life after he fell asleep. He was numbly watching the doctor police coming in front of his bed. The sensitive points on his waist were suddenly smashed, and then his body became hotter. Then the picture of the last generation disappeared, the consciousness returned, and the blind eyes saw the handsome face that Di Qiuhe came over.
"Woke up?"
Di Qiuhe gently kissed him, then slowly moved down until he buried his face in the quilt and stopped. "White, you can enjoy it."
Unlike the usual warm touch, He Bai suddenly squinted, his consciousness was completely awake, and after a sigh of relief, his body softened on the bed and reached out and pushed him. "Don't... get up, don't need this."
Di Qiuhe did not answer, grabbed his hand and continued to gently comfort him.
After venting, He Bai's skin was red and squatted on the bed, and the body temporarily pulled off.
Di Qiuhe went to the bathroom and washed his face and licked his mouth. Then he turned back and wiped his body with a warm towel and kissed his forehead. "Okay, sleep, vent, you will sleep hard."
He Bai, who had just recovered a little strength, screamed and licked, still touching his still high body temperature, licking his lips, and actively reaching out to hug him, whispering, "I will help you."
"You are very tired, sleep." Di Qiuhe hugged him, patted his back, and laughed. "When you have completely raised your body, I will find you to come back with a profit."

Being ejected from the terrible dreams of the last generation, He Bai’s heart burst into a miraculous sense of redemption, and his heart softly stunned Di Qiuhe, who had been mad at him for a few days, whispered,
You are not Angry, I have been here for a few days..."
"It doesn't matter." Di Qiuhe interrupted his words, and his voice was still gentle. "It must be that I can't do it right. You see that you have been thinned by me for a few days. You have to raise it back."
The desperate feeling of power in the last life was slowly dissipated by the warmth of this time. He Bai had no red eyes on her eyes, tightened his arm and sighed. "I'm sorry, I am too self-willed..." The anger is not right, but the feeling of death is really too uncomfortable. Every time his self-comfort is a little slower, the dream at night will bring him back to the original place. He feels that he is going crazy.
There was a warm drop of water on the shoulder, Di Qiuhe squatted, and then immediately nervous, frowning touched his back of the head, bowed his head and wanted to see his face. "What happened to Xiaobai, is it uncomfortable?" You are not arrogant at all, it doesn't matter if you are too much. Don't cry, I am here, don't cry..."
He Bai buried his head and refused to let him see. The more he was gently squatting, the more he wanted to cry and vent. When he was suppressed, he couldn’t hold it anymore. He simply squatted on him and stopped crying. Quiet, crying and crying, "I blame you, you are awesome!"
"Quiet me." Di Qiuhe was crying at him and he was distressed. He couldn’t understand how he was suddenly optimistic and mature. He suddenly burst into emotional sorrow. He hugged his whisper and sighed. "Everyone blames me, you beat me." Ok, I promise not to fight back."
He Baiwen’s words really beat him twice, but the strength is not heavy, only the crying is getting bigger.
The tone that was pressed in my heart vented out through crying, and when I cried, I was tired and white, and I was going to sleep.
"Don't sleep, so the eyes will be swollen." Di Qiuhe whispered to him, and then got a back head of love.
Di Qiuhe saw it and was funny and distressed. He no longer shouted at him. He carefully put him on the bed, then got up and helped him pull the quilt. He went to the bathroom and got a warm towel to give him his eyes.
His eyes were covered, and He Bai’s sleepiness disappeared. He opened the towel and looked at him for a while. He suddenly raised his arms around his neck and straightened up and hugged him.
"What's wrong?" Di Qiuhe took him to his lap and sat on his head. He asked with a smile. "Will you continue to cry? Can you wait for me to change the dry pajamas?"
He Baizheng was full of tenderness and was amused by his words. He couldn’t help but bury his head and smack him.
"The mouth is very good." Di Qiuhe smiled and smiled, holding him to the bed, then pulled the quilt to cover the two, touched his head, Wensheng asked, "Little white, can tell me Are you sad about these days? We are partners, no matter what happens, I am willing to share with you."
The body temperature is very appropriate depending on the temperature. He Bai remembers the gentle tolerance of this person. His heart suddenly rises with an impulse, his mouth is open, his arms are tightened and he whispers, "You still remember us. When I first met, what did I say to you, for example, fortune telling..."
"Of course, remember, you said that I was robbed in middle age, and I have to stay away from women." Di Qiuhe touched his back without any sorrow. The voice was smiling. "You are right. If you want to have you, I do." Need to stay away from all women."
"Speaking seriously, don't make trouble." He Bai yelled at him again, feeling so troubled by him, and became a little more relaxed. Suddenly he felt that the dreams didn't seem to be a big deal, so he continued, "In fact, I don't even The fortune tellers, the ones that tell you, are all me...the ones I have dreamt of before, the dreams are intermittent, and only recently I have done it."
Di Qiuhe remembered the danger warning he gave several times, slightly frowning, his face was serious, his voice was still mild, he asked, "What dream? It seems to be a dream about me, um, I guess Guess, is it a dream that we have a thousand marriages?"
"No!" He Bai did not take a good shot to him, completely relaxed his mood, and turned his eyes back. "The first thing is to dream that you were pushed down the building and died. At that time, you were only in your thirties, but already It’s a big movie emperor who has won a lot of prizes. He also set up a tripod that is comparable to the emperor, which is especially powerful.

"Then, what do you do when I am dead?" Di Qiuhe frowned more tightly, holding his hand tightly, but he did not care about who was "in the dream" who was pushed down by him. floor.
"I?" He Baiyi, sitting up and looking at him, seeing him frowning and pulling his face, suddenly smiled, reached out and poked his eyebrows, and replied, "I am in my thirties in my dreams. It’s a landscape photographer, and you don’t know it, but I took a picture of you being pushed down the stairs by coincidence and ran to report the police and help you.

Di Qiuhe stunned. "We don't know?"
"Well, I don't know." He Bai smiled and looked at him. He felt that the fate was so magical. He actually let two people who had no previous life to be entangled in this life, could not help but raise their hands and touch his face. Slowly said, "You didn't participate in "The Family Army" in the dream, and I didn't go to the icon. We are like two parallel lines, each working hard for their own future. You have taken for granted success, but Dibian And Qin Li did not receive retribution early, and you did not recognize it with your grandfather..."
There was no participation in congratulations at all, and only the future of intrigue and calculations gradually spread out in front of him. Di Qiuhe held up his white eyes, his eyes slowly sinking, and his heart was cold.
Fortunately, fortunately, he did not miss it like He Bai’s dream, and he did not expect it at all without a warm future.
He Bai didn't know much about Di Qiuhe of his last life, so he finished the "dreamland" in just a few words. The heavy emotions slowly dissipated with the story, and the body was warmly held and full of security. Difficult to return, he kneels on Di Qiuhe, unconsciously close his eyes, and his voice is low.
"That..." Di Qiuhe moved some stiff body and trapped him in his arms. He asked, "What about you after the police? Found someone who can take care of you forever." Yet?"
"...I am also dead." He Bai snorted and muttered, squatting on his shoulders, screaming a little, and complaining, "Di Chunhua wants to poison you, I happen to be with you." I met and drank your juice. After the report, the effect of the drug became silly... So I blame you, it feels so uncomfortable to die... In the end, you are still dead, I am giving you a disaster, you It’s useless, I have to rely on me to give you evidence...

Di Qiuhe only felt that he was "squatting" in his mind. He could not associate the person in the arms with death. The throat was moving and confirmed, "You are... dead?"
"Well..." The spirit of strong support is no longer sleepy, and the voice of He Bai is lower again. "So you owe me a life... Spicy chicken is three years old... I don't live for a hundred years." beat you……"
The body in the arms is completely softened, and even breathing is sprayed on the neck.
Di Qiuhe moved, bowed his face to his shoulder and neck, closed his eyes, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry." How can he be so in his dreams, obviously met, why should he rub shoulders? However, if it can be immediately entangled at the time... If Xiaobai becomes the price of his lucky star to bear this dream, then he would rather be unlucky.