Host, stop: You are cannon fodder, not a villain.

Coupled with his increasingly delicate face, as fair as jade, delicate facial features, and smooth profile lines, overall he looks like a clean, bright and gentle young man.

Of course, it would have been better if Su Wujing didn't suddenly raise his hand and crush the delicate flower.

Lin Shuangchen raised his eyelids and said, "Don't like it? I'll give you a farewell next time."

"Beautiful things must be destroyed." Su Wujing said coldly, slowly letting go of his hand, and the beautiful violets turned into a bunch of dregs, wilting and bending down, which looked particularly awkward among the bouquets.

Lin Shuangchen didn't understand, so he moved his hips to sit closer, raised his hand and put it on Su Wujing's shoulder, "Your Highness, don't you like beautiful things?"

"do not like."

"Aren't the wisteria flowers beautiful?"

"It's different." Su Wujing pinched the second one and performed the same operation, but with greater strength.

Lin Shuangchen asked patiently, "They are not all flowers, but they are all of the same color. How can we treat them differently?"

Su Wujing looked sideways, "We are all human beings, you don't want to be treated differently? Or should I take your hand off and break it now?"

It was a perfect answer. Lin Shuangchen raised his hand innocently, "It's very good. His Highness likes everything."

Su Wujing didn't speak anymore, and turned back to ravage the branches in the bouquet. When he got out of the car, the beautiful bouquet of violets had turned into dregs and was thrown on Lin Shuangchen by Su Wujing.

Lin Shuangchen felt it was a pity. He shook his head secretly and threw the flowers to Fu Ang, the driver and bodyguard. "Throw it away. Let someone make a tree of fake wisteria flowers and put them on the balcony of the studio. They must be exactly the same as real flowers."

Fu Ang expressed his understanding and went to do it neatly.

Lin Shuangchen also sighed and walked into the villa, still muttering that it was not easy to coax.

Su Yao also got out of the car and walked over, "It's still hard to coax now. Are you sure you can coax me when the interview comes out?"

The curvature of Lin Shuangchen's mouth instantly retracted, and he was unwilling to enter the villa. He pressed Su Yao's shoulders solemnly, "The company is very busy these days, so I won't be back!"

"What if I don't come back? I have absolutely nothing to do, Xiao Jing!" Su Yao was also a little anxious. Let alone coaxing Su Wujie, it was difficult for him to even say a few words to Su Wujie.

Lin Shuangchen couldn't help it. He was really afraid that Su Wujing would beat him to death and crush his soul into dregs.

In short, just avoid it if you can, and wait until he can think of a way to coax Su Wujing.

After putting down the words, Lin Shuangchen ran away. She couldn't afford to offend him and could hide.

Su Jing went upstairs to take a shower, and couldn't wait to turn on the projector and watch several episodes of anime. It wasn't until the last episode was played that Su Wujing threw the remote control against the wall in displeasure.

The anime was not updated yet, so he felt very bad because he could not see the subsequent plot.

After being angry alone for a while, Su Wujing thought that the anime was adapted from a novel, so he looked around for his phone and tablet. After a while, he finally found his phone under the sofa.

The battery was out of power and he turned it off. He frowned and took it to charge, and continued to look for the tablet. This time it was on the cabinet in the cloakroom, and there was still power inside.

When I opened the webpage, I saw the hot search terms before I even clicked on the search box. It was about him. Strictly speaking, it was his art exhibition.

Su Wujing looked at the entry for a while, thought about it, and clicked in to take a look. His face became darker and darker as he looked at it, and he was so angry that he smashed the tablet out again.

The screen of the tablet was shattered and scrapped, and the screen was completely dark, leaving only cracks all over the screen.

He said he didn't want to go to the art exhibition to be interviewed by Lao Shizi, but Lin Shuangchen insisted on letting him go and refused to let him speak. But what happened was that he was said to be sick on the Internet?

Messages on the Internet are all praising and sympathizing with him. They also say that geniuses only open doors and close windows. They say that he has the style of a master, but it is a pity that he is ill.

What's wrong with him!

Lin Shuangchen is the only one who is sick!

Su Wujing stood there calmly angry for three seconds, then turned around and walked out of the room and kicked open Lin Shuangchen's study door. Unfortunately, there was no one there.

Su Wujing went to Lin Shuangchen's room again. After still getting no results, he returned to his room, picked up his cell phone, turned it on and dialed Lin Shuangchen's number.

Ten seconds later, the call was connected, but the voice that came was not Lin Shuangchen's.

"Young Master, Mr. Lin is holding a very important meeting at the moment. If there is anything you need, I can convey it to you later."

Su Wujing heard the voice on the other side, it was Lin Shuangchen's assistant. He didn't bother to talk to the servant's servant, so he directly pressed down his phone, wishing he could throw it down too.

On the other side of the phone, Lin Shuangchen slumped in his chair and breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the call was hung up. "Fortunately, you are here, otherwise I would be doomed."

Assistant Xu Fei also wiped the sweat from his forehead in fear, put his cell phone on the table, and advised, "Young Master must have seen the interview online. Mr. Lin should communicate with him about such an important matter first."

"How to communicate? He is not obedient. If this does not give him some disease, he can only be arrogant and show off. Besides, I am not doing this for his own good. Imperfect geniuses often have gimmicks, keep it He is so popular that no one can match him.”

Xu Fei gave Lin Shuangchen a strange look and said ruthlessly, "Mr. Lin must not have been bullied for too long. Isn't it hard to find ways to make the young master happy?"

Lin Shuangchen glanced at him angrily, "If you see through it, don't tell it. If he finds out, you will be a whistleblower."

Xu Fei made a zipper motion and sealed his mouth. He was just an assistant, so it was better not to gossip so much.

Holding back his anger, Su Wujing waited at home for three days but no one came back. Xu Fei answered the several calls he made, either because he was in a meeting or he was busy.

Su Wujing had already guessed that Lin Shuangchen was avoiding him on purpose, and he had been waiting for Lin Shuangchen to come back and apologize to him.

After all, he is the master, and there is no reason for him to look after his servants if they make mistakes.

But since he hasn't washed his hair for four days today, his scalp feels uncomfortable.

He frowned and ran his fingers through his hair. He used to wash it when he could still take a shower when his hair was short.

However, after having long hair for a year, washing my hair has become a hassle. He didn't like to be touched, especially his head, which was such an important and fragile place. Lin Shuangchen had been washing him every two or three days since five months ago.

Su Wujing lowered his eyes and played with the wooden hairpin in his hand. He now wanted to take out the steel needle inside and stab the disobedient Lin Shuangchen to death with one needle.

When Su Yao went downstairs, he saw the wooden hairpin spinning in Su Wujing's hand. His heart skipped a beat and he stood still on the stairs.

It took him a while before he summoned up the courage to calm down and said to Su Wujing, "The company will be busy at the end of the month. It will take a few days for Mr. Lin to come back. How about I help you wash it?"

Su Wujing raised his eyes and glanced at Su Yao. It was not that he couldn't feel Su Yao's desire to get close to him. Su Yao had indeed not been involved with Gu Yan this year, and he had never even mentioned it.

It's not as annoying as before, but Su Wujing has no idea of ​​making heart-to-heart friendships with others. In his eyes, any human emotion is a kind of trouble.

He didn't want to get involved, and he didn't want anyone to get close to him.