I want to be your white moonlight

Will not.

Lin Xiang shook his head, as long as he didn't tell Huo Sirong and Wen Yao, and he took care of it himself, Mr. Huo wouldn't pay attention to his nonsense.

Lin Xiang stepped on the bus back to school.

During the weekend, he received countless calls from loan sharks, some of whom were threatened with violence. Lin Xiang was so annoyed that he simply turned off his phone for two days, and then went to the library to read.

Wen Yao stood at the door of the intensive care unit, shook the screen at Huo Sirong, shrugged and said, "The little white rabbit keeps shutting down."

Huo Sirong showed impatience, Lin Yan lay on the clean and tidy hospital bed, his face turned pale, he shook his head, and said softly: "Then don't bother him, Lin Xiang is also very busy with her studies."

Huo Sirong looked at him with a thoughtful expression.

Wen Yao shrugged again: "But I heard one thing."

Lin Yan was puzzled: "What?"

Wen Yao lifted his chin lightly, the corners of his eyes glanced over the pensive Huo Sirong intentionally or unintentionally, and he said jokingly: "It is said that Little White Rabbit plagiarized that piece of "Floating Homeland."

Huo Sirong frowned imperceptibly.

On Monday morning, Lin Xiang skipped class and went to Qingmeng Magazine.

Qingmeng is located in an office building. The entire building opposite the office building belongs to Xinhua Wenxuan. It is a big bookstore. Lin Xiang often goes here to read leisurely books.

Due to the bustling location, there are many people coming and going, and there are a lot of idlers, so the access management of this office building is also very strict.

Lin Xiang was stopped at the door by the guards and was not allowed to go in.

He glanced at the time, it was only seven o'clock in the morning, and Qingmeng went to work at 08:30, as long as he waited here, he could always wait for Zhang Zihao to explain clearly to him.

It's a stupid way to do it, but there's no other way.

Lin Xiang stood outside the office building, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

As the sun rose to the branches, Zhang Zihao still hadn't appeared.

Lin Xiang's lips turned white, he ate the bread in his hand, and threw the oily plastic wrap into the roadside trash can.

The moment he turned around, out of the corner of his eye, he saw two sneaky figures. They were dressed as workers with work hats on their heads, but their hands were relatively clean, unlike the hands that often stirred cement and touched red bricks.

He Siyuan's warning suddenly appeared in Lin Xiang's ear.

——"You stay away from that group of people."

Perhaps it was his intuition when danger was approaching, Lin Xiang only glanced at them, and the siren sounded in his heart. He quickly looked away, looked up at the billboard of Qingmeng Magazine, clenched his fists, and ran wildly along the sidewalk.

The two gangsters dressed as workers immediately chased after him, Lin Xiang ran forward, and two burly men sprang out across the ground in front of him.

The opponent is coming in menacingly, and it is clear that he is bound to win.

Lin Xiang slammed on the brakes and was forced into a maze-like alley.

Who should I contact?While the legs are running desperately, the brain is constantly running and thinking.

Lin Xiang's legs became weak from running, and his eyes turned black. Five or six people from the other side surrounded him at the same time. Lin Xiang picked up a stick and dialed Wen Yao's number on his mobile phone.

Treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, Lin Xiang turned on the handset and threw it into the corner. Instead, he picked up a stick and rushed towards the six gangsters.

Lin Xiang was hit by a stick on his abdomen, side waist, back, thighs and calves. Someone punched him in the face. Lin Xiang narrowly avoided it. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the broken mobile phone lying alone in the corner. Some desperately thought, Huo Sirong couldn't possibly come, so what do you want him for?

Isn't Huo Sirong accompanying Lin Yan?

Lin Xiang rolled his sleeve over his eyes, and the blood from his forehead seeped into his eyelashes along the bone of his eyes. He took advantage of the opportunity to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and threw a throw over his shoulder to the big bastard.

Lin Xiang's ferocious actions enraged the group of people even more, a gangster got angry and pulled out a knife from the back of his waist: "Fuck you!"

The knife is bright.