I want to be your white moonlight

Huo Sirong cooked a simple meal, Lin Xiang happened to be hungry, and didn't bother to complain that he added too much salt to the soup, so he devoured it hungrily.

Full of wine and food, Huo Sirong sat in front of the computer with him in his arms, and Lin Xiang picked up the mouse to kill monsters.

"You are so fierce." Huo Sirong said, on the computer screen, the game character kicked away the last red monster, Lin Xiang smiled: "You don't need to introduce yourself."

Huo Sirong lowered his head, buried his head into his shoulders and neck, his strong arms wrapped around him tightly, and after a while, his big hands gradually moved down.

Lin Xiang shivered, and Huo Sirong said hoarsely, "Come to the bridal chamber."

Lin Xiang turned around and hugged his neck, Huo Sirong threw him back on the bed and pressed him down.

"I always feel," Lin Xiang rolled his eyes, and he continued wonderingly, "I don't seem to like you as much as before."

Huo Sirong unbuttoned him slowly, and asked calmly, "Why?"

"It's just a feeling, a feeling, maybe I got it, but I didn't expect that much." Lin Xiang closed her eyes: "When I think of you, I still feel..."

"Ok?"

Lin Xiang didn't say anything more, Huo Sirong tossed and tossed for a long time, the two were so exhausted that they hugged each other and fell asleep.

Maybe Lin Xiang said in a daze: "Thinking of you, I feel a little pain."

But Huo Sirong didn't hear anything clearly, and there was a huge blank in his chest, which was filled with sorrow and parting on a cold midsummer rainy night.

The next day, Wen Yao sent a custom-made slim dress, and Huo Sirong dragged the sleepy Lin Xiang out of bed, and changed his clothes himself.

Lin Xiang was drowsy, pawing at the fine soft fabric, raised his hand, and touched Huo Sirong's head.

The rough black hair was quite sticky, Lin Xiang suddenly retracted, halfway, his hand was held by Huo Sirong, he held it tightly in his palm, got up and kissed his soft side cheek: "Lin Er, what do you want to do in the future?" do what?"

"Be a writer." Lin Xiang yawned.

"Okay, I'll help you promote it." Huo Sirong fetched a washcloth and wiped his face and hands clean.

After tossing around for a long time, Lin Xiang finally bid farewell to Duke Zhou completely, and looked around with wide eyes in boredom, wondering, "Why are you dressed so grandly?"

"To meet a very important person." Huo Sirong said in a deep voice.

Lin Xiang stood up, kicked his feet, and the golden sunlight in the morning shone into the room, climbing up his shoulders and black hair.

"What do you want me to do?" Lin Xiang whispered, Huo Sirong took his hand, he heard Lin Xiang's doubts, but did not answer.

Chinese people have a special custom that negotiations are usually held at the dinner table.I invite you to toast, push the cup and change the cup to the toast, you can not only satiate your meal, but also discuss it, it can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

Huo Sirong took Lin Xiang, and under the escort of the guards, he entered a five-star hotel in the center of Ningbei, as if the president was here.

The hotel lobby manager and two waiters respectfully ushered Huo Sirong and Lin Xiang into the reserved box.

Lin Xiang felt inexplicably cramped, Huo Sirong squeezed his hand, Lin Xiang asked in a low voice, "Who are you seeing? Such a big fight."

Huo Sirong didn't answer, the lobby manager bowed and waved: "It's inside."

The mahogany door is open, and directly opposite is a Japanese-style solid wood flower window that cannot be opened. Under the flower window is a golden nanmu couch, and the wall is covered with cloud bat pattern wallpaper. product, a pot of Xiasheng Jianlan in the right corner.

Two people were made on the retro bowleg stools on the left and the right.

Lin Yan and Lin Qishan.

Lin Yan lost a lot of weight. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and looked at the person who came, his gaze swept over Huo Sirong, shook his head, and immediately met Lin Xiang's eyes.

Even after beating Lin Xiang to death, he never expected that one day he would meet Lin Yan again in this way, in such a strange and strange environment.

Lin Xiang's face changed slightly, Lin Yanteng stood up suddenly, unable to restrain his excitement, his eyes were full of brotherly affection, and he shouted: "Second brother!"

It's really like a good brother who is worried about his younger brother.

"Lin Yan." Lin Xiang's mouth twitched, and the corners of his lips parted, and he answered him in a neutral manner: "You have a lot of life, brother."

Lin Yan was stunned, his face turned slightly pale, and he smiled shyly: "What's the matter, are you in a bad mood?"

He looked at Huo Sirong, like protecting a baby, and asked, "Brother Huo, are you bullying him again?"

"No." Huo Sirong said, he suddenly felt irritable.

Lin Yan sat back resentfully, the middle-aged man opposite him was neatly dressed.

Having been with Huo Sirong for a long time, Lin Xiang knew a lot of luxury goods, even though the middle-aged man cut off the clothes brand, Lin Xiang could still see that his seemingly simple outfit was actually quite expensive.

The two looked at each other, and the strange emotion was fleeting, like a slight electric current paralyzing the heart for a moment, Lin Xiang subconsciously took half a step back, and Huo Sirong held his hand tightly.

"You look a lot like your mother." Lin Qishan had a kind and gentle smile on his face.

Lin Xiang was stunned. Since childhood, no one said that he looked like his parents, but no one suspected that he was not his own. Lin Xiang never took it seriously.

He doesn't pay much attention to the looks of himself and others, except that he doesn't check for a while and is bewitched by Huo Sirong's beauty.

"Lin Xiang, we did a DNA paternity test between you and Mr. Lin. The DNA fingerprints are exactly the same, the genetic loci match, and the possibility of paternity is higher than 99.99%..." Huo Sirong recounted the results that the doctor told him. .

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lin Xiang: "Speak simply."

"Director Lin is your biological father." Huo Sirong looked at Lin Qishan who was squinting and smiling.

"His name is Lin Qishan. Your mother is not Chen Rong, but Xie Xin." Huo Sirong paused, and continued: "You should be able to find her online."

"I know that she...was a genius modernist poet." Lin Xiang said blankly: "I have read her works. She disappeared more than 20 years ago."

"20 years ago, Xie Xin took you out of London. Since then, Dad has lost the whereabouts of your mother and son. But for so many years, I have never given up searching. Heaven pays off, and now you are back." Lynch stood up and looked at him with a smile .

Why Xie Xin left London, why Lynch Hill could not find her, and what happened 20 years ago, these questions came to mind one after another, making Lin Xiang feel confused.

Wen Yao handed the DNA identification report to Lin Xiang. Lin Xiang glanced at it. He only saw the two parties and the identification results. He and Lin Qishan, who had never met before, were they father and son? !

What about Chen Rong?Isn't it his mother?That day, when Chen Rong was dying, she asked him if he knew Lin Qishan. Did Chen Rong know everything at that time?

Lin Xiang grabbed Huo Sirong's arm: "You clearly said that Lin Yan is Lin Qishan's son, and you said that Lin Yan left with Lin Qishan. Are you lying to me?"

"I helped him beg for this Young Master Lin from Mr. Huo, and accordingly, Mr. Huo will return you to Dad." Lin Qishan's decent smile always made Lin Xiang feel an indescribable discomfort.

It's like a wolf pretending to be kind, coveting its prey in the dark, but his approaching movements are very gentle, even kind and gentle.

Listening to the hidden tone in Lynch Hill's words, it was like making a very easy and reasonable transaction.

In fact, this is indeed a deal.

In short, exchange Lin Xiang for Lin Yan.

Let Lin Xiang and his biological father recognize each other, and at the same time rescue Lin Yan from Mr. Huo, everything seems to be fine.

After the sudden shock, Lin Xiang quickly sorted out the ins and outs of the matter, he let go of Huo Sirong, and sneered: "Sir, you are really thinking of my brother."

"Come to Dad, let me take a closer look at you." Lynch opened his arms towards him.

Lin Xiang cautiously walked to Lin Qishan, Lin Qishan touched his head, and his well-maintained palm slid down the side of his cheek.

I don't know whether it was out of habit or a random movement, he opened his thumb and index finger at ninety degrees, and pressed his tiger's mouth tightly against Lin Xiang's throat, exerting a little force.

No matter from which angle you look at it, it's a choking pose.

Lin Xiang was so nervous that his hair stood on end, but Lynch quickly withdrew his strength and gently patted his forearm: "You are too thin, when you get home, let Mrs. White make some delicious food for you."

"You..." Lin Xiang's scalp was numb: "What you said is true? Are you my... biological father?"

Lin Qishan smiled casually, and said affectionately: "Silly, you have read all the paternity test reports. Didn't Mr. Huo tell you in advance?"

Lin Xiang looked back at Huo Sirong, Huo Sirong nodded expressionlessly: "Lin Er, you are indeed the biological son of Chairman Lin."

"You lied to me." Lin Xiang said subconsciously, and Huo Sirong avoided his clear eyes.

The waiter came to serve the food, and the four of them sat down one after another.

Huo Sirong and Lynch Shan talked about many business matters, as well as some international and domestic financial and political situations.

Lin Qishan admired Huo Sirong quite a lot: "The first pot of golden fortune earned by acting, and now he is on the same level as Mr. Huo and even beats him. Mr. Huo can be said to be young and promising."

Huo Sirong said something complimentingly again, but Lin Xiang didn't hear clearly, his whole mind was focused on the matter of Huo Sirong deceiving him.

What is he for?For Lin Yan.

Lin Xiang took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly, as if in a state of confusion surrounded by clouds and mist, he could no longer distinguish between east, west, north and south, who was right and who was wrong.

He thought numbly and confusedly, Huo Sirong really only had Lin Yan in his heart.

Forget it, he picked up a scallop, pushed aside the minced garlic, and poked the fan in a low mood.

Huo Sirong picked out a piece of Olong sashimi for him, Lin Xiang picked it back bluntly: "Don't eat raw."

Lin Yan interjected with a smile: "I've eaten a kind of drunken shrimp before. I soaked the dried shrimp in wine, and the meat tasted fresh and tender. I don't even eat it."

Lin Xiang didn't answer, holding the hotel's so-called pearl rice and eating hard.

Lynch Shan said, "Lin Xiang, do you want to go back to London?"

It looked like a question, but Huo Sirong knew in his heart that Lin Qishan was here to bring Lin Xiang back to London this time, and whether Lin Xiang wanted to or not, he had to go.

Lin Xiang answered casually, "Anything is fine."

Huo Sirong's heart tightened suddenly, but his face remained calm, and he silently cut a piece of shrimp steak for Lin Xiang.

Lin Yan smiled, following Huo Sirong's movements, his eyes moved back and forth between him and Lin Xiang, and seemed very pleased that the relationship between Mr. Huo and his younger brother improved.

At the end of the dinner, Lin Qishan hugged Lin Xiang's shoulders, and the four of them divided into two groups to say goodbye to each other.

Lin Yan naturally followed behind Huo Sirong, as if wearing a smiling face mask, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Huo Sirong stared closely at Lin Xiang, and Lin Xiang glanced at the two of them, without even waving goodbye, followed Lin Qishan on the Land Rover bound for the airport.

Before the Land Rover started, Lin Xiang rolled down the car window and said to Lin Yan: "Mom is dead, and when she was dying, she was thinking why didn't you go back and see her."

Lin Yan's smile faltered slightly.