I want to be your white moonlight

Lin Xiang picked up the cake and couldn't help but smash Huo Sirong's face.

"You bastard!" Lin Xiang cursed unscrupulously, his adrenaline soaring and his emotions agitated.

His eyes widened, his chest heaved violently, his posture showed that if he could still move, he might not be able to pick up a murder weapon and exchange his life with Huo Sirong.

Huo Sirong held down his two arms, and Lin Xiang raised his legs to kick him. He was so weak from the bleeding, but when he kicked Huo Sirong, the force was like scratching an itch.

Lin Xiang said with red eyes: "Why are you so bad, I promised you to save my brother, just because I forced you to marry, so you have to tear up the power of attorney!? Huo Sirong, in your heart, I am so humble Can't even get some respect from you?"

"That's mine..." Lin Xiang choked up, he regretted it very much now, regretted liking Huo Sirong back then, regretted obsessively flattering and following him, regretted agreeing to sleep with Huo Sirong, regret anyway, regret having something to do with Huo Sirong everything.

ideal?Huo Sirong sighed silently, put his arms around Lin Xiang's shoulders, and said in a deep voice, "When you get married, let Wen Yao be your manager, and then you can do whatever you want."

After marriage, the property of husband and wife is jointly owned. Lin Xiang writes and publishes books as he pleases to make money, but the financial power of the two must be in the hands of Huo Sirong.

While Huo Sirong was in deep thought, Lin Xiang suddenly asked: "Are you doing it for Lin Yan? You are doing it for Lin Yan, you are afraid that I will threaten you and him, so you want to control me, you are afraid that I will reveal your relationship, Yeah?"

Huo Sirong didn't have this idea, but he was never good at explaining, and when encountering this kind of situation, he would at most casually ignore it.

In Huo Sirong's place, except for Lin Yan, everyone else's words are a string of invisible gas, which floats into the left ear without going through the brain, and directly floats out of the right ear without leaving any trace.

Every time Huo Sirong was silent, Lin Xiang regarded him as acquiescing.

He seemed to have expected that his question would not receive any negative answer, Huo Sirong had always been so cruel in front of him that he didn't bother to pretend.

"Be good, be obedient." Huo Sirong comforted him very poorly.

Lin Xiang was finally happy, and he lay back on the bed.

Huo Sirong roughly wiped off the cream stains, picked up the warm soy milk at hand: "Drink it."

"Don't drink." Lin Xiang resisted, Huo Sirong put down the bedrail, sat down beside him, picked up Lin Xiang, his arms were like hard iron clamps, tightly clamping the thin Lin Xiang.

Huo Sirong fed the cup to his mouth, Lin Xiang lowered his head and stared at the red dates and soybean milk, lost in thought.

After experiencing great sorrow and great joy, people often have a sense of sudden enlightenment. The rapidly soaring adrenaline leaves an aftertaste deep in the nerves of the brain, slowly transpiring and flowing, gathering all thoughts, and then peeling them apart.

Lin Xiang didn't want to whitewash Huo Sirong in his heart, but he suddenly had an intuition: "You actually don't like anyone, you only love yourself, right?"

If Huo Sirong, a second-year criminal who "sees the world's best in the universe", if he really likes Lin Yan, how could he talk about it for ten years, always call him a friend, and never go any further?That's not in line with Huo Sirong's code of conduct.

Unless Huo Sirong doesn't like Lin Yan as much as he imagined, Huo Sirong dedicates all his emotional changes to the screen. He is actually cold and ruthless in life, but the strange thing is that he is extremely sensitive to other people's emotions.

Just like when Huo Sirong asked him to go to bed, he saved the foreplay. He went straight to the point because he knew that Lin Xiang liked him, and it was impossible to refuse him.

If Lin Yan was really interested in Huo Sirong, would Huo Sirong not notice it?

Huo Sirong chose to be friends with Lin Yan, firstly because Lin Yan is indeed a straight man, and secondly because Huo Sirong himself is not sure about his feelings for Lin Yan, not because he admires and appreciates Lin Yan, but because he likes it.

Like is different from all feelings, like itself is very pure, not gratitude, nor friendship.

Before Lin Xiang finished speaking, Huo Sirong's steady hand suddenly loosened, the glass turned over, red dates and soy milk spilled all over the sheets, and his complexion was visible to the naked eye.

Just like a peerless master who has been poked into a weakness, because others hold his handle, he is very embarrassed, and even has a sense of crisis in his heart.

Huo Sirong got up to change the spare bed sheet, turned his back to Lin Xiang, without saying a word.

Lin Xiang suddenly realized, he sat up, his legs dangling on the edge of the bed, staring thoughtfully at Huo Sirong's seemingly busy back, and after winning the verbal battle, he took advantage of the victory to pursue: "No wonder I said you can call me when you go to bed." When I was Lin Yan, you were so angry."

"Because you're not sure who you really like." Lin Xiang said quietly.

Huo Sirong finally became angry from embarrassment, and the bed sheet he was holding fell heavily on Lin Xiang's side, and stretched out an arm to drag him off the bed. Lin Xiang staggered a few steps and was able to stand still. The bed sheet slapped the bed surface loudly.

"You think you should like Lin Yan, so you have been kind to him all these years. He saved you. When you were most helpless and your life was hanging by a thread, he fished you out of the brink of death. You want to pay him back."

"You don't like women by nature, and Lin Yan is the first person who treats you nicely, so you thought you should like him. However, things backfired. After so many years, you never made up your mind to show your heart."

"It's not because you are cautious and don't want to hurt him, but because you are not sure."

Lin Xiang chattered and followed behind him, Huo Sirong finally couldn't take it anymore, he turned around and picked up Lin Xiang, and threw him back on the made bed roughly.

Lin Xiang was in pain, frowned slightly, refused to let go, and said firmly, "Huo Sirong, with your basically negative EQ, you don't want to be with the person you like in this life."

"I really hope that you will die alone. Do you know how much I look forward to that day?" Lin Xiang said with a smile: "It is better to wait for the day when you regret it than to regret it myself. When the time comes, someone Lin will write an article for you. How about a [-]-word long text, mourning your hopeless emotional intelligence?"

"Just say one more punctuation mark, and I guarantee that tomorrow people all over the country will know that you, Lin Er, are married to me." Huo Sirong threatened calmly.

Lin Xiang closed her mouth, stared at him for a long time, and lay back in silence.

Huo Sirong is shameless, he has to ask for it.

Although it was summer, Lin Xiang's limbs were cold due to his frailty and blood draw, so Huo Sirong put a warm water bag.

Holding the water bag, Lin Xiang yelled and shouted, "I want to eat Lin Fuji's buns. The pork buns don't need meat, and the cabbage stuffing can't exceed three grams. If you ask Wen Yao to buy it, I'll pull out the glucose infusion needle for tonight."

Huo Sirong turned back to look at him, Lin Xiang stretched out his needled claws from under the quilt, and waved at him, the liquid tube trembled and wobbled.

Huo Sirong walked towards the door, stepped out, and heard Lin Xiang whispering behind him: "Huo Sirong, you idiot."

The door slammed loudly, and the hospital building shook twice.

Lin Fuji only opened one shop in this city, and his steamed buns are very famous. Many celebrities went to buy steamed stuffed buns and advertised his buns for free.

However, Lin Fuji was quite far from the central hospital, and had to go across the city, at least an hour each way.

As soon as Huo Sirong left, Lin Xiang immediately called Wen Yao: "I have something to ask you."

Wen Yao stood by the door frame with his arms folded, showing a casual smile: "Little friend, it's rare that you call me, but you're not looking for Mr.

Lin Xiang sat up cross-legged, with a warm water bag placed in front of his abdomen. In the ward where the seasons are like spring, he wrapped the quilt tightly and said expressionlessly, "Let me ask you, did Huo Sirong lack love in childhood?"

Wen Yao: "..."

"You can choose to remain silent, then I'll ask him directly." Lin Xiang said flatly.

Wen Yao grinned happily, but the smile was very hasty, it only lasted for a moment, and soon faded away.

Wen Yao frowned, took a breath, and then exhaled, with a low voice: "Although the words are straightforward, there is nothing wrong with what you said. Sir, there is an elder brother who was raised as the heir of the Huo family when he was young, but he died."

Lin Xiang didn't speak.

"These are the unknown inside stories of the Huo family, kid, it's better that you don't know, even your brother doesn't know about these things."

"You just need to explain." Lin Xiang said flatly, "Otherwise, I don't mind exposing Huo Sirong's scar."

"..." Wen Yao had no choice but to hold his forehead. After a long silence, he blew his nose and continued in a rough voice: "Mr. He threw his life on the operating table, so Madam doesn't like him very much."

"As for Mr. Huo...he only has power in his eyes." Wen Yao paused, and seeing that Lin Xiang's expression didn't change, he said in a hoarse voice, "It is said that Mr. Huo did it intentionally in the car accident, because he I'm worried that the eldest son's wings will be too strong, and he will take away his authority in the Huo family."

That's why Huo Sirong lived extremely cautiously in his childhood and even in his youth, cautious and careful, and would not show his emotions easily, so that when he grew up, he often had a serious face in his life, making it impossible for people to detect what he was thinking. .

"I've always wondered. The summer my brother attended the summer camp, he accidentally rescued Huo Sirong who fell off the cliff. Huo Sirong was so cautious, how could he fall down for no reason?" Lin Xiangnahan, he had a vague guess in his heart.

"It's Mr. Huo's." Wen Yao confirmed his guess: "Although the eldest son had passed away at that time, the second son was getting older, and the board of directors asked Mr. Nurture as his successor. At that time, Mr. Huo was unwilling to delegate power, so he secretly sent someone Do the same thing, create an accident and kill Mr.

"Father and son are killing each other..." Lin Xiang gasped. It was hard for him to imagine. After all, when Father Lin was alive, he was both a teacher and a friend to the two brothers of the Lin family.

"You ordinary people, brothers can fight against the wall just to survive, why are fathers and sons not allowed to fight each other in rich families?" Wen Yao jokingly snorted twice, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Very ruthless, ruthless to yourself, and even more ruthless to others, except for your brother..."

"Who told Lin Yan to save him, without Lin Yan, there would be no Huo Sirong today." Lin Xiang was very sober and took the second part of his sentence, and sneered: "I understand the truth."