"Host, what do you see?" 114 hovered around Yan Bai's side, his voice was a little anxious and curious, it had followed Yan Bai for so long, and now it only needed to see some small movements of Yan Bai to feel what Yan Bai wanted to do, but what it was, 114 didn't understand, he just felt that its host was going to do something.

The live broadcast room has been closed by 114, and in the previous incident of Wen Youchen, the audience in the live broadcast room exploded, especially after seeing Mu Fan's appearance and Mu Fan's father shooting, injuring Yan Bai, it was even more terrible, 114 thought, if it didn't close the live broadcast room again, I was afraid that those viewers would raise funds to study technology, rush to Yan Bai's era, and then pack its host away.

Wen Youchen nodded as if he didn't understand, he waved out the door, and the newly recruited housekeeper walked into the ward, holding two boxes of prepared meals in his hands, obviously for Yan Bai and Bai Mo to eat.

"Slow use for two." The housekeeper nodded at the two of them, and placed the lunch boxes on the table next to the beds of the two of them, Wen Youchen waved at Yan Bai and Bai Mo.

"I'll come back to see you tomorrow!"

After the words fell, Wen Youchen left, and the door of the ward was closed.

The clock hanging on the wall of the ward was ticking and thinking, the hands were turning slowly, the room was quiet and a little weird, Bai Mo was lying in the quilt without moving, it seemed to be asleep, Yan Bai didn't call Bai Mo, he reached out and took out the thermos box on the table, there were notes on the two thermos boxes, and the names of the two people were written on them, which seemed to be made according to the different tastes of the two.

Yan Bai's taste is sweet, and the meals made in the insulated box are also sweet in taste, including sweet and sour pork ribs, sweet and sour fish, etc., the color is bright, and the smell makes people's appetite move, Yan Bai doesn't seem to be in a hurry to think about Bai Mo's things at all, took the most comfortable position, leaned on the bed and ate the food in the insulated box, and stared at the gradually darkening night outside with dark eyes, and I didn't know what he was thinking.

Bai Mo lay in the quilt and fell asleep, his brows furrowed tightly, Bai Mo had a dream, a dream that was not so sweet:

In a foreign country, behind the superficial prosperity of the city, there is more extreme wealth disparity, especially some gray areas, which are beyond the control of the police, or abroad, this place is an exiled area, where people who are unwilling to accept management live here, this is a paradise for criminals and a place for the poor to live.

Bai Mo, who was only about seven or eight years old, curled up under the eaves of a villa, his neck was hung with shackles and chains, the eaves could not shelter from the rain, the sky was raining lightly, the wind was strong and strong, Bai Mo was wearing a thin gray coat, and he shrunk his body in the gray coat as much as possible, the sky was dripping and raining, the rain soaked his clothes, his short black hair was wet to the rain and was tightly attached to his forehead, his face was pale, his lips were cyanotic, and he was wearing a pair of worn leather shoes. The toes are faintly exposed.

Cold, so cold.

Bai Mo reluctantly opened his eyes, and a pair of red high heels appeared in front of Bai Mo, Bai Mo looked up, and a tall woman stood in front of him, holding a basin in her hand, which was full of leftovers.

She spoke fluently in Chinese.