At nine o'clock, Zhou Yibai, who was mistakenly considered a slut, finished reading the bedtime story for Ningning, covered Ningning with quilt, and quietly left his daughter's room.

Zhou Yibai cleaned up the house and then went into his room to take a shower. At 9:30, he was wearing pajamas and walked out of the room while wiping his hair.

Ningning was asleep and he was about to start work. During the day, he completed part of the work and advanced progress. If he worked harder tonight, he would complete the work by 80%.

When he thought of his progress, Zhou Yibai was full of fighting spirit. He poured himself a glass of water, brought the water to the work table, and turned on the computer with serious expression.

Prepare to choose a piece of music with a similar style to the one you want to draw today...

Five minutes later, he was listening to music and browsing Weibo, and had already thrown the picture drawings behind him.

After browsing for a while, he saw a group of illustrations of foreign painters, and then clicked on the large picture to appreciate them carefully.

He thought this style was special and worth referring to. After reading the pictures, he began to search for relevant information about the painter. As he looked at the information, he saw that the painter had participated in a certain award. The theme of the award work was very interesting. He saw someone mentioning that a certain movie was related to this... The further he went, the further he went, and finally Zhou Yibai started watching the movie.

Half an hour has passed since he was preparing to draw. He had a premonition that it would be ruined again tonight, and his progress in the daytime was even further apart.

Sighing softly, Zhou Yibai continued to watch the movie uneasy, but he still had no intention of writing.

Five minutes later, Zhou Yibai suddenly found out with conscience, turned off the screen and quickly picked up the brush, lowered his head to continue the morning paragraphs and began to draw.

This time I really have to be serious and no matter what I do, I can't tempt him.

Five minutes later, Zhou Yibai's cell phone made a "ding dong". Without any hesitation, he quickly threw down his brush and picked up his phone.

"Are you asleep?"

It was from Meng Yu. Zhou Yibai didn't realize that he had already laughed and quickly replied: "Not yet."

"video?"

"good."

The video was connected and Meng Yu's figure appeared on the screen of the phone. Meng Yu had already returned home and was still wearing the vest and shorts that were a little later, which looked different from what he usually looked like.

"Long time no see." Zhou Yibai greeted.

"I also feel like I haven't seen you for a long time... But we've seen you the day before yesterday." Meng Yu smiled.

The slightly lower male voice came through the phone. Zhou Yibai wanted to turn it louder, but was afraid of waking Ningning up, so he had to approach the phone by himself. His smiling face occupied the entire screen. Meng Yu couldn't help but smile and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"No laughing." Zhou Yibai found that he actually laughed again, and quickly restrained his expression, "You are you, why are you laughing?"

He was stubborn again, Meng Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhou Yibai and replied, "I thought you were going to sleep, but I didn't expect to be awake. Fortunately, I caught up. What are you doing?"

"At work." Zhou Yibai asked Meng Yu to look at the painting.

"I'm still working so late, why are you so diligent?"

Zhou Yibai thought that it wasn't just for making money to treat you to dinner, but he didn't say it, and just said evasively: "You want to support your family and have dinner for your family."

"Since you're working, why don't I hang up first?"

"It's okay." Zhou Yibai quickly set the painting aside as if he was cleared of his relationship, "No rush."

Meng Yu and Zhou Yibai talked about the skewers just now. Zhou Yibai realized that the employees may not always be in high-end restaurants for dinner, or they may just be eating skewers at roadside stalls. He felt relieved and pushed the painting away, thinking that he was really not in a hurry.

Or would you invite Meng Yu to have a meal on the weekend?

When Zhou Yibai thought of offering to Meng Yu, his heart was beating fast, and he didn't know how to speak...

"Oh..." Meng Yu suddenly sighed, stretched his waist and said, "I have to go on a business trip again, there are a lot of things."

"?"

"We have to go out these two days on holidays, and we will only come back on Monday afternoon..."

There was no need to make an appointment with Meng Yu immediately. Zhou Yibai should have breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason he was a little depressed. Meng Yu seemed to have a good relationship with him and then said, "Do you have time on holiday night? Can I still talk to you when I go back to the hotel?"

“Everything is available after nine o'clock in the evening.”

"Okay, then I'll tell you."

Usually the topic ends when it comes to this, but no one mentions good night. The two just look at each other without saying a word.

"Are you going to sleep?" Meng Yu asked, "Does your hair dry? It depends on your hair still wet."

"not yet……"

"Go and dry your hair so you won't catch a cold."

Meng Yu meant that he was going to sleep... Zhou Yibai was a little disappointed, bit his lips and looked down at the side without saying a word.

Meng Yu saw that he was wearing a beige pajamas and looked obedient and soft. He wanted to ask him to sleep quickly to avoid harming his body, but for some reason he couldn't bear it. Meng Yu glanced at the clock, thought for a while, stood up and said, "Xiaobai, are you sleeping? Will you be fine after sleeping?"

Zhou Yibai nodded, not knowing what he was going to do.

"I haven't taken a shower yet, I'm wearing the smell of skewers." Meng Yu said, "I'll go take a shower, you go blow your hair, and talk about it later, okay?"

Zhou Yibai nodded quickly.

"Don't hang up, it'll be fine for a while." Meng Yu said as he took off his clothes, took off his vest on his upper body, revealing his strong abdominal muscles. He threw the clothes he took off. Seeing that Zhou Yibai was still looking at him, he lifted up his hair that was messed up due to taking off his clothes, and then turned back to his phone and smiled badly: "Do I look like a pornographic male anchor?"

“…”

"If you want to watch me take a shower live, remember to give me a reward, wash the upper body for one thousand and the lower body for two thousand." Meng Yu blinked at Zhou Yibai.

“…You are quite familiar with this industry?”

"No, no, no, I just watched many female anchors like this." Meng Yu became timid in an instant and quickly denied.

"So you are more familiar with female anchors?" Zhou Yibai looked puzzled.

Meng Yu became darker and darker, unable to argue, and finally said amused and crying: "I swear to God, your brother, I am very pure, and I am definitely not an old driver."

Zhou Yibai then said "Oh" expressionlessly, not knowing whether he believed it or not. Meng Yu was very nervous when he saw it, and he thought that he must make sure to make Xiaobai clear that he is pure.

Meng Yu said it would be fine for a while, and it took only ten minutes to come out of the bathroom. He was wearing cotton pajamas and naked, wiping his hair with a towel while returning to his phone and asked, "Did you blow your hair?"

Zhou Yibai approached the camera obediently, meaning that Meng Yu wanted to watch it himself.

In fact, I couldn't see it clearly, especially when Zhou Yibai got closer, his expression was very obedient, and his cheeks looked so soft that Meng Yu couldn't help but wipe it on the screen. Even if he couldn't really touch it, he couldn't control his impulse.

However, after Zhou Yibai left the camera, his expression returned to his usual dullness and asked: "Male anchor, are you not live broadcasting?"

Meng Yu thought to himself why you still remember it, and smiled helplessly: "Just spare the anchor. Today's live broadcast is over. If you want to watch it, come again tomorrow."

Zhou Yibai looked at Meng Yu and didn't say anything. Meng Yu couldn't stand it because he saw it, and said, "Okay, okay, let's broadcast it again... I can't tell that you are actually pretty bad."

Meng Yu leaned on the bed, holding his cell phone in one hand and touching his collarbone with the other, lowering his voice, and said magnetically: "Where do you want to see? Are you tired of seeing the abdominal muscles? I know you like something exciting..." His hands were touching down, his chest muscles, abdominal muscles, mermaid lines... Finally, he stopped at the edge of his pants and gently hooked them with his fingers.

"Today I will give you benefits, free to see." Meng Yu curled his lips and smiled, "I don't wear anything inside."

Zhou Yibai covered his eyes.

Meng Yu: “…”

"You are so uncooperable!" Meng Yu looked so angry, "You are not watching your male anchor for free, are you a waste of resources like you?"

"...shot." Zhou Yibai said honestly.

"Go and go, I won't show you anymore. If you give me a gift, I won't broadcast live." Meng Yu pretended to be angry, "I will make you regret it."

Zhou Yibai was amused by him again, and the smile on his face could not be hidden. Meng Yu couldn't help laughing when he saw it, thinking that talking to Zhou Yibai was particularly fun.

"Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense anymore. I can't sleep at night if I laugh." Meng Yu pulled the quilt and changed into a comfortable position. "Didn't you tell Ningning the bedtime story? I want to listen to it too."

"Oh, that's for the children."

"I don't care. I'll just go to bed after listening to it. I want to listen to the one you told Ning Ning today."

Zhou Yibai felt a little embarrassed, but seeing Meng Yu's scoundrel look, he had to really bring the book.

He is one of the authors of the picture book. Although the plot was not compiled by him, all the illustrations in it were drawn by him. However, he was embarrassed to tell Meng Yu that he just opened the book and looked at the camera.

"Can you see it?"

"OK."

"What I want to tell today is the story of a baby panda." Zhou Yibai put his bangs behind his ears and lowered his head to tell the story.

"Once upon a time, in a faraway place, there was a panda called Pangpang..." Zhou Yibai's voice was not as magnetic as Meng Yu, but it sounded particularly gentle. "Pangpang's hands and feet were very short, and he also had a small belly, but he always wanted to be a hero, so he practiced martial arts hard every day..."

Meng Yu leaned on the pillow and listened to Zhou Yibai telling the story. Zhou Yibai in the picture looked calm. Under the warm yellow lights in the house, he seemed to be a vague and beautiful dreamer who had appeared in a dream of his youth.

As the story was listened, Meng Yu could no longer tell whether he wanted to listen to the story or just wanted to listen to Zhou Yibai's words.

However, as the gentle voice fluctuated, Meng Yu's eyelids became heavier and his consciousness gradually faded away.

The picture in front of him had a sense of déjà vu, and he vaguely remembered what kind of dream it was.

That was a beautiful dream.
Chapter completed!