The love story of a wealthy brother and sister

Lin Jingran didn't care about the news about Liu Wenrui, but Wei Jin shared this interview with Lin Yingci with him, and he watched it over and over again - in the picture, her hair was piled high, neat and tidy, and her face looked small and delicate. Maybe she was a little thinner, and her chin was more pointed, but also more beautiful and sharp. Her whole body was snow-white, and her skirt was also a creamy white satin off-shoulder long skirt. The simple lines outlined an ultimate sense of luxury, and her whole body exuded the radiance of a goddess - inexplicably there was also a bit of the aura of Mother Earth, but she was not a mother.

Dazzlingly beautiful, yet making him feel extremely peaceful—

Impure beauty confuses people, while pure beauty brings people peace.

She was very gentle, with a pair of beautiful eyes that were calm and without any ripples. She always responded to the malicious questions of the reporters in front of her with a smile on her face and in a soft voice - he did not understand her actions, but he would definitely stand by her side.

Lin Jingran doesn’t like Liu Wenrui, he holds a grudge;

But Xiaoci must have her reasons for doing this.

At the end of the scene, An Yishang, wearing a light khaki suit, naturally took her hand and left - he seemed to be stimulated by something and no longer had the heart to work. He first stood up and smoked a cigarette, and then repeatedly looked at their chat records - her answers were mostly perfunctory and short, and she was obviously avoiding something - his heart fell into endless anxiety again.

Lin Yingci, ah Lin Yingci, you are ignoring me again, right?

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At night, he was drunk again and insisted on chatting with Wei Jin. Wei Jin had just returned from a fashion show and was wearing a black strapless dress with her hair tied up, with only a few curls lazily draped over her shoulders. She had red lips and black eyes, and was beautiful and seductive. At this moment, she ignored Lin Jingran and just smoked quietly, with an inexplicably solemn expression.

"He can openly hold her hand in public, but I have become the one who is not to be seen, Wei Jin," Lin Jingran looked at her with a bit of a smile and said self-deprecatingly, "I have come to this day."

"You're not the best at finding a girlfriend," she finally blurted out, slowly blowing out a smoke ring, her tone steady but full of sarcasm, "Find ten and piss her off to death."

Lin Jingran stared at her with red eyes and remained silent for a long time.

"I'm sick," Wei Jin put out his cigarette and said quickly -

Lin Jingran woke up instantly. He stared at her closely, his brows furrowed into the shape of a "川" character: "Don't scare me——"

"When have I ever scared you—" Wei Jin turned to look at him and quickly continued his words.

"The last car accident also scared me," Lin Jingran answered truthfully.

"Car accident..." She also began to recall, "Now that I think about it, I am lucky."

"What's wrong with you?" He thought it was not the right question, and quickly changed the subject, "What's wrong with you?"

"HPV, do you know?" She lit another cigarette and handed it to Lin Jingran. "I have a high-risk one."

Lin Jingran took a puff obediently and answered thoughtfully: "I know HIV."

"It's not that serious," Wei Jin started smoking again, "but the high risk of HPV can cause cancer," she paused, their eyes met, and she quickly spoke again: "Fortunately I had a physical examination, otherwise in ten or twenty years, I would have died of cervical cancer early," she took another slow puff of cigarette and said faintly, "Then you and Lin Yingci can meet again and come together to mourn me."

"Nonsense," Lin Jingran was half sober and calmed down a little. He took a puff of cigarette slowly and responded to her seriously while thinking: "It's the early symptoms of cervical cancer, right?"

"almost,"

"Early detection and early treatment are possible?" He confirmed again, "It hasn't turned into cancer yet, right?"

"No." She was a little weak, and suddenly leaned back and sighed heavily.

"It's okay, just treat it well." He looked at her again and asked tentatively, "Is it sexually transmitted?"

"HPV is divided into high-risk and low-risk. Low-risk is related to one's own immunity," she answered truthfully, "and high-risk is sexually transmitted."

The person on the other side quickly fell into thought again, and then asked again, "Where are the condoms..."

"I use it," Wei Jin said helplessly, "but it is impossible to completely isolate the contact. If there is contact with body fluids, it is possible to be infected."

He suddenly realized something and emphasized, "You should treat him first, and the other person should also be treated."

"The key is that I don't know who the other person is," Wei Jin said helplessly, "I won't be able to touch a man for the past year."

Lin Jingran smiled helplessly: "Treat it first, I don't think it's a big deal." Suddenly he took a puff of cigarette and choked, coughing and smiling, "You just need to be more pure and abstinent,"

Wei Jin kept staring at him with a straight face: "You men are carriers, so you'll be fine. It's the women who are suffering."

"I remember now," Lin Jingran was also searching in his mind, "There is a vaccine for cervical cancer, but it may not have been promoted in China yet."

"I have to find a way to spread the word," Wei Jin looked forward and fell into thought, "I have to tell girls not to have promiscuous sex. Men and women have different physiological structures. We can't suffer great losses for a little happiness."

"Sure," Lin Jingran agreed, "It makes sense. If you do it, I'm in."

At the end, he added, "Add Hengyuan's name."

"I need to think about it," Wei Jin was still smoking, staring at Lin Jingran, "how to promote it, and the vaccine, it really needs to be publicized."

"Well," Lin Jingran smiled and comforted him, "You are a person who can accomplish great things. Don't be defeated by the small difficulties in front of you."

Wei Jin didn't respond, but just stared at him leisurely and said in a sarcastic tone: "Thank you."

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