The Buddhist way of chasing wives of e-sports bosses

Chapter 522 Drink more hot water
Hearing this, Shen Bai frowned, and did not reply in a low voice, then coughed again.

The cough was louder this time, Cheng Yiqing finally turned his head to look at the man sitting beside him, blinked, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Bai straightened his clothes, his face was very calm, he clenched his left hand into a fist and coughed softly, "I have a cold."

After saying that, Cheng Yiqing was slightly stunned, then glanced up and down at his pale face, held the fruit plate in his left hand and picked up the water glass on the table with his right hand, looked at the man with a small face, and said sincerely, "Drink more hot water."

As soon as these words came out, Shen Bai's heart was full of black question marks at the moment.

The familiar lines and intonations of the woman in front of him made him instantly understand the classic lines that his mother used to complain about his father.

"Do you know how trashy your dad is? My aunt is in pain, and he just says drink more hot water. Do I want more hot water? What I want is care, love, fucking love!"

Yes, what the fuck he wants is Cheng Yiqing's concern and distress, where is this broken cup of hot water.

Besides, he just finished the competition nervously, and this woman is so relaxed before the finals.
Does she love him or not? ? ?Do you love him or not?

Thinking about it, Shen Bai ugly refused the cup of hot water, then grabbed the fruit plate and grabbed three strawberries and stuffed them into his mouth one by one.

While eating, he did not forget to stare at Cheng Yiqing like a husky, his eyes filled with overflowing dissatisfaction.

Cheng Yiqing was taken aback by Shen Bai's nervous eyes, looked down at Shen Bai's squirming mouth and squinted, thought for a while and whispered, "Slow down and eat enough."

Hearing this, Shen Bai swallowed the strawberries, then quickly handed her the fruit plate, turned his head and hummed softly.

Cheng Yiqing was holding the fruit plate, Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, he hissed and looked up at Shen Bai's side face, hesitant to speak.

Is this man. Is the game too stressful and his brain is broken?
Just as he was thinking, the door was pushed open and Su Yicheng just came in.

Then Cheng Yiqing put the fruit plate on the table, stood up and walked towards Su Yicheng.

The wound on the corner of Su Yicheng's mouth is not very obvious, but the faint bruise can still be seen when he gets close.

Cheng Yiqing's eyes quickly discovered the secret from less than one meter away, and he was stunned for a moment, not knowing which question to ask.

"What can I do for you?" Su Yicheng smiled with the corners of his mouth lightly, looking normal.

Cheng Yiqing thought about it for a second, and then quickly whispered with a smile, "I want to consult you about your boss' mental state in the competition."

Hearing this, Su Yicheng glanced sideways at Shen Bai who was sitting on the sofa and had the symptoms of "pretending to be cruel and domineering president is me", raised his eyebrows and nodded.

The two came to the sofa at the end and sat down. Cheng Yiqing glanced at the door and then withdrew his gaze.

Just as he was about to speak, Su Yicheng asked in a soft voice, "What do you want to ask?"

"I want to ask, is your boss always nervous every time he competes?" Cheng Yiqing turned his head and glanced at Shen Bai who was still in a concave shape, and lowered his voice.

"A little bit." Hearing this, Su Yicheng recalled some of Shen Bai's words and deeds in these many games, raised his right hand and touched his lips.

"Hey, did he ask you for pre-match psychological counseling? I don't think he is normal anymore." Cheng Yiqing blinked.

"Pfft. What's wrong?" Hearing that Cheng Yiqing had started to question Shen Bai's spirit, Su Yicheng couldn't help but smile, and continued to gossip.

(End of this chapter)