I want to be your white moonlight

If you give alms for a moment, I will be intoxicated for years.

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At that time, Huo Sirong, who had traveled thousands of miles to buy meat buns, just came back. Standing at the door, he heard Wen Yao's noncommittal affirmation: "Back then, Lin Yan was indeed the first friend who sincerely treated Mr. good."

Huo Sirong pushed the door open and wanted to enter, but Wen Yao stopped him with a sentence. He heard Wen Yao ask Lin Xiang: "Little friend, did you save Lin Yan just to blackmail Mr.?"

Huo Sirong slightly raised his eyebrows, and Lin Xiang answered without hesitation.

"No, because he is my own brother, and he is shameless and nonsense, it doesn't mean that I am also the kind of person who ignores my brother." Lin Xiang said with a bit of arrogance of a young man, stubborn and stubborn.

After all, Lin Er is a nostalgic person, and he will not really see Lin Yan die unless he has to.

Wen Yao smiled and said nothing: "Then you must regret it. What if Lin Yan wasn't your real brother?"

"Then I will definitely not save him." Lin Xiang emphasized, "It is absolutely impossible."

Huo Sirong walked in with cold eyes, his tall body was covered with frost, and he glanced coldly at Wen Yao.

Wen Yao couldn't help shivering, waved his hands with a smile, backed away calmly, then closed the door and left.

Huo Sirong threw the hot meat bun into Lin Xiang's arms, Lin Xiang didn't even look at it, and threw it out of the window, lifted the quilt and lay down to sleep.

Veins stretched out on Huo Sirong's forehead, and his domineering character, which has always been said to be indistinguishable, was once again provoked. He was furious, grabbed Lin Xiang's thin arm with his big hand, pulled him out of the bed, pinched him and said in a deep voice: "You are too presumptuous." gone."

Lin Xiang raised her chin and said contemptuously, "Why, does Mr. Huo want domestic violence before he's married?"

Huo Sirong was dazed for a moment, the person he was holding was light and weightless, the end of his eyes was slightly raised, and he looked at him sideways, his expression was filled with disdain and irritability.

Does Lin Xiang still like him?Huo Sirong couldn't help thinking that he was eager to know the answer, but the child who had admired him for a long time in front of him no longer looked at him with the same sincere eyes as before.

Lin Xiang in front of him was so unfamiliar that Huo Sirong almost didn't know him. After the anger was extinguished, a strange sourness came to his heart, followed by all kinds of unwillingness and disbelief. He couldn't judge the mixed emotions. What kind of emotion is causing the trouble, and whose heart is just around the corner.

"Maybe..." Huo Sirong said to himself, "I should treat you better."

——"Just be nice to me." That year, Lin Xiang was under him, on the big bed inlaid with gold and jade, earnestly as if filling out his college entrance examination answer sheet.

He gave all the answers to Huo Sirong, waiting for the other party's unscrupulous grading.

This sentence was like Alibaba blowing a signal to the magic lamp, pulling Lin Xiang's restless and unwilling heart since he was young.

He stared at Huo Sirong, ten years later, this man was as tall as he remembered, standing in front of the small broken window of their house, blocking all the sunlight, from now on he was the only figure against the light in his eyes.

Instantly disheartened, unable to even lose his temper, his limbs let Huo Sirong drag him, his eyes looked past him to the pale ceiling, and he smiled wryly: "Sir, why did you come here for me? Saying this now ,It's too late."

"What if you make up for it after a dead sheep and rein in your horse from a precipice?"

"The one who divides the peaches loses his luster and loves to relax, and the one who breaks his sleeves drinks poison and dies. Lin Er can't afford Mr.'s heart."

The two stepped up and down, looking at each other.

Ten years passed in a hurry, and three years left nothing but entanglements. It turned out that from beginning to end, Lin Xiang's blind dedication did not expect to be rewarded. It was just that Huo Sirong was too ruthless, and he hurt the big heart of the young man who did not expect anything in return.

"The torn power of attorney is a copy," Huo Sirong said suddenly, "The original is locked in the safe at home."

Lin Xiang's eyes lit up, but soon dimmed again, and he sneered: "Really? You can't give it to me."

"When we get married..." Huo Sirong lowered his head and bit the tip of his ear, the heat was ambiguous, his hoarse and sexy voice paved the way for thousands of imaginations, he seemed to be looking forward to their marriage, Even though Lin Xiang understood how false this was, he was unavoidably caught in his mind: "What?"

"It's all yours." Huo Sirong said.

Lin Xiang was stunned.

Huo Sirong sat down beside him, wrapped Lin Xiang's paws with two wide warm palms and rubbed them, and said casually: "You look better when you are fat, but you are too thin. I let you eat, not to harm you."

Lin Xiang blinked, and couldn't help being moved: "I know you're lying to me, coaxing me to donate blood to my brother, but..."

It's been three years, if you just say a word of love, I'm willing to follow the example of moths to the flames, and if my body is smashed to pieces, I can say that I will die for love without shame.

In the two years since he went to university, Lin Xiang saw how considerate Huo Sirong was to Lin Yan, and he didn't think about it when he didn't have it before. Later, he had sex with Huo Sirong and indulged the other party's various unreasonable demands. So, would Mr. Huo have such a slight preference, like a pie falling from the sky, falling on Lin Er's head.

Regardless of credit, there is also hard work.After all, it is Lin Xiang, not Lin Yan, who is by Huo Sirong's side and understands him deeply, isn't it?

"On my brother's 23rd birthday, you took him on a tour of Europe. When my brother turned 24, you bought large-screen advertisements in New York, Tokyo, Seoul, Paris and London to celebrate his birthday." Slightly astringent, he said in a low voice: "Can you tell me something when I'm 23..."

"What are you talking about?" Huo Sirong looked at him curiously, Lin Xiang raised his head, bent his eyes and smiled: "Say, you're here, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Huo Sirong fell silent.

Lin Xiang pushed his hands away, pulled up the soft quilt to cover her body, and sighed sadly: "It's a pity, it's a done deal."

Huo Sirong and Lin Xiang played charades for a long time, but after all they couldn't figure out how many pimples they had in their hearts, so they turned off the lights in the room, closed the heavy blackout curtains, and in the darkness where you couldn't see your fingers, Sit quietly all night.

In the early morning of the next day, Huo Sirong woke up on time at six o'clock relying on his biological clock. Lin Xiang was drowsy and didn't wake up now, so he walked out the door lightly.

Wen Yao was standing outside the door bored, with his hands in his pockets, shaking his legs and waiting.

Huo Sirong appeared expressionless, Wen Yao shrugged his shoulders: "Coaxed?"

"After all, he's a child." Huo Sirong said indifferently, his face was as expressionless as ever, as if the moment of warmth last night was nothing but an illusion, he was still the ruthless Mr. Huo who didn't recognize his relatives.

"Mr. Huo seized power for you a few years ago and was forcibly sent to Switzerland for recuperation. It's been almost five years now. What do you plan to do, sir?" Wen Yao yawned lazily. He stood up straight and looked at Huo Si Allow.

"The centipede is dead but not stiff, it's time for the fatal blow." Huo Sirong passed Wen Yao and walked straight to the ICU where Lin Yan was.

Wen Yao followed him step by step, and the two of them wore isolation suits over ICU coats and sterilized before entering.

Lin Yan, who was sleeping, still looked very quiet. If someone didn't know it, they might think that he was just asleep.

Wen Yao lowered his voice and conspired with Huo Sirong: "Mr. Huo knows that the brothers of the Lin family are in your hands, but Lin Da and Lin Er, who is the only son that Chairman Lin lost many years ago, he has not yet got the information."

Huo Sirong remained silent, Wen Yao laughed at himself: "Don't talk about Mr. Huo, even we don't know."

"I'll take Lin Xiang back to Bixi City in two days." Huo Sirong said.

Wen Yao was taken aback for a moment, but immediately realized: Huo Sirong wanted to find an excuse to meet Lin's mother.

Before Lin Xiang came to Ningbei City, he lived with Lin's mother in Bixi, which is a county-level city under the jurisdiction of Ningbei. The two brothers of the Lin family grew up on the land where they urinated.If there is anyone who knows the life experiences of Lin Da and Lin Er, the only person who knows is probably Lin Mu.

"It's time to see you, but you have to avoid Lin Xiang." Wen Yao reminded him: "Lin Er can't hide things in his heart, he is young and can't calm down. If he knows, something bad may happen."

Huo Sirong didn't speak, but judging from his expression, he should have acquiesced to Wen Yao's suggestion.

"These two people will eventually send out a bait. Sir, you can only keep one." Wen Yao put his hands behind his back and circled around Lin Yan's hospital bed. He asked, "Who is the bait? Have you figured it out?" ?"

Wen Yao didn't know if Huo Sirong was thinking about it or not. Anyway, Huo Sirong had the same expression when he was anxious, and he also had the same expression when he was not in a hurry. Maybe someone pointed the gun at his temple, Mr. Huo still He was able to perform a painful scene with ease, and shouted: "Su San, you died so miserable!"

Wen Yao felt bored, leaned back and leaned against the wall.

Huo Sirong bent slightly, and scratched Lin Yan's cheek with his index finger.

That movement, I can't say it was gentle or not, anyway, Wen Yao saw it, it was panic, he shook his neck, touched the back of his neck and walked out: "I'll wait for you outside."

Huo Sirong stayed in Lin Yan's ICU for an hour, and as soon as he went out, he saw a nurse running in a panic, muttering in his mouth: "Why is no one watching? It's strange, where can he go?"

Huo Sirong gave Wenyao a look, Wenyao took the order, poked at the nurse, put on his signature dandy smile, tossed his hair quite wildly, and asked with a playful smile, "Who's missing?"

The nurse was startled, and when she saw him, the expression on her face became even more frightened, with a hint of disdain that could not be concealed, and her tone was not very good, she asked the benefactor very bluntly: "Who else can it be? Tell me, who else can it be?" ? Isn’t it the poor little one your family picked up for charity?”

Hearing this, Huo Sirong didn't have time to lose his temper with the nurse, he strode his long legs, walked like flying, and trotted back to Lin Xiang's room.

The windows are wide open, and the tassels flicker.

The quilts were stacked neatly, the pillows were pressed under the quilts, and the blue and white striped hospital bed was as clean as new. Lin Xiang was gone, and before leaving, he helped the nurse tidy the sheets and quilts.

"Where can he go? It's a two-day holiday, and the school is closed, so it's impossible for him to go back to school. Besides, how many miles can he walk with his small body?" Wen Yao seemed much more anxious than Huo Sirong.

Huo Sirong maintained the rigid posture of pressing the door frame with his hands, while Wen Yao had already turned around several times, which made the nurse dizzy, and he didn't even have the mood to say cynical reproaches.

"Lin, Xiang." Huo Sirong gritted his teeth, chewing each word fiercely, as if it popped out between his teeth, he raised his hand and swung the liquid machine over, and closed his eyes heavily in the mess of bits and pieces.

The author has something to say:

Kobayashi: yo-yo

Lao Huo: [smile gradually disappears]

Director: I wish everyone a happy Dragon Boat Festival! ! !

Dalin: Hey, director, I want to wake up and do big things

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The annual battle of sweet and salty rice dumplings has started again hhhh