Chapter 281: #eighty-eight the eight-faced Dr. White.

Above the island, an oasis with a villa nestled in it.

In the afternoon, the sun was shining, and the sea breeze with its heavy sea-salt smell brought the golden light and the sound of the tides from the window into the house.

Four red wine glasses clinked together in one place.

Chi Xiaochi and Lou Ying, the two opposite each other, look like mirrors, but at this moment, they are actually the same.

The two Bai Anyi's, wearing the same set of housecoats and the same pair of gold-rimmed glasses, have the same clean and clear eyes, both with a bit of scholarly ignorance and gentleness.

Bai Anyi, on his left, took a few bites of his food before realizing something was wrong with the person next to him and nudged his elbow, "Don't you learn from me."

The pushed Bai Anyi was stunned, "I didn't ...... you don't want to learn from me."

Bai Anyi on his left looked embarrassed and touched his knee, "Stop it. Hurry up and change back."

Bai Anyi, who was pushed, opened his mouth and was speechless.

Chi Xiaochi squinted as they played the role-playing game, and asked Lou Ying, "Which side do you think it's on?"

Lou Ying thought the lotus root folder in front of him was well made, and Xiaochi also picked up a few more chopsticks, which seemed to be to his liking, and was analyzing its ingredients, preparing to go back and make it for Xiaochi to eat, when he sniffed, he didn't even raise his head and said, "To the left."

Chi Xiaochi raises her hand, "Aye, call."

Having been guessed, "Bai Anyi" on the left smiled brightly, the innocence in her eyes replaced by a bit of not-so-sharp wickedness.

He said, "Those fellows under Xiao Bai Zi have spent time with him, but they can no longer tell me from him. How can you guys tell at a glance?"

Lou Ying glanced at Chi Xiaochi, knowing that his answer would be the same as his own, without him having to ask.

And sure enough, Chi Xiaochi, with chopsticks of lotus root, replied slowly and methodically, "Bai Anyi is right-handed. You're left-handed."

Staring at his left hand with the chopsticks, "Bai Anyi" raised an eyebrow.

Chi Xiaochi chatted with them, "How long can you stay out there now?"

Bai Anyi answered on his behalf, "One month. So there are times when he will go to some academic meetings for me."

"Bai Anyi also answered on his behalf: "He doesn't like to meet people, he just likes to stay at home and do research. I'll just help him out more in that area."

Thus, the world's eyes of Dr. Bai, laughing and joking, eight-faced, and can meditate on the profession, in the academic attainments of not bandits, can not help but tsk tsk tsk tsk, think that this person's mind is unfathomable, but do not know, this is the devil's red son, one body and two souls.

It's a good thing the demon loves Akako alone and Akako trusts the demon.

They will never forget who brought them out of death and gave them a life of peace and enjoyment. Therefore, when Chi Xiaochi and Lou Ying visit, "Bai Anyi" is responsible for enlivening the atmosphere, and Bai Anyi, who is not very good at talking, uses wine as a token of his appreciation, drinking several glasses of wine in place of a toast. Bai Anyi, who is a man of few words, drinks several glasses of wine and soon her cheeks are red and her eyes are misty.

He has a quiet nature, and when he is drunk, he doesn't make a scene, he only circles the glass and looks at the reflection in the water, as if there is a lover in there.

By this time, the meal was almost at an end.

"Bai Anyi", sensing Bai Anyi's state, took his glass and whispered to him for a while before looking up, smiling at the two men and saying, "I'm sorry, I may have to take him to rest. There's another academic seminar this evening."

Lou Ying said civilly, "It won't take you away from your business, will it?"

"Bai Anyi" said with a smile, "No, he won't. He'll sleep for a while."

Bai Anyi woke up in the evening.

After learning that Chi Xiaochi and Lou Ying had taken their leave after an afternoon walk on the island, Bai Anyi was chagrined and felt that he had treated his guests poorly, and "Bai Anyi" consoled the frustrated man with a few words before he took a little refreshment and went to take a shower.

"Bai Anyi" turns on the radio and listens to soft music.

It's one of Bai Anyi's habits, and the two grew up together with exactly the same interests.

Half an hour later, Bai Anyi brushed his hair and stepped out of the foggy bathroom.

Bai Anyi, who was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine, put down the book she was holding and looked at him carefully from above her glasses, the gold pendant chain swaying gently in his ear.

Bai Anyi took his glasses and put them on, and as soon as he turned around, his ears warmed up at the face that looked exactly like his own, but with a temperament and eyes that were diametrically opposed to his own, "What?"

"Bai Anyi" smirked, "Last night, we agreed to meet today."

Probably due to the residual alcohol in his body, Bai Anyi's face burned.

Fortunately, Dr. White, though thin-skinned, was a man of strict decorum, and nodded tamely, and went up and took "Bai Anyi's" hand, and tried to pull him up from the sofa.

"Bai Anyi" purposely did not move, causing Bai Anyi's neck to turn red before he stopped teasing him, removed the still damp towel from his body, picked him up, and headed for the "meeting room" they had prepared.

In the "conference room", there were only two of them, but they were reflected in thousands of figures.

More than thirty mirrors placed in the corners of the room ensure that every detail of the moment is clearly reproduced.

When Bai Anyi's glasses fall off at the tip of his fingers, "Bai Anyi" patiently puts them back on, making sure he sees his every expression in the mirror.

He whispered in Bai Anyi's ear, half-coercing, half-cajoling him, and with an oily pen, wrote a formula on the mirror.

The blue light that characterizes the release of a power emerges in the air, and Bai Anyi pulls a vector line through his hands, wrapping it around Bai Anyi in a circle and preventing him from releasing it.

While Bai Anyi was trembling in disbelief, "Bai Anyi" pressed against his ear and called him by name: "Bai Anyi, who is your favorite?"

Bai Anyi muffled a handful of voices, a weak and stoic wheeze that sounded pathetic and adorable, "Bai Anyi."

"Say it again."

"Bai Anyi ...... likes, Bai Anyi ......"