I want to be your white moonlight

Lin Xiang once thought that Lin Yan was a very gentle and good brother.

When Lin Yan was in school, he had excellent grades and a good personality. He always smiled at everyone, but when people asked him for help, he would definitely respond to their requests.

When Lin Yan was still in the Lin family, Lin Xiang only had one name, "Lin Yan's younger brother".

Everyone knows Lin Yan, and when they see Lin Xiang, they will call him: "Hey, Lin Yan's brother, right? Do me a favor, help us find Lin Yan!"

Lin Yan has been outstanding since she was a child, and she is the kind who excels in all aspects of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor.

Lin Yan read and practiced calligraphy to participate in the middle school marathon, and Lin Xiang went ashore to climb a tree and smashed the windows of the neighbors next door.

Even the most gentle and kind-hearted old lady selling cakes in Bixi City couldn't help holding Chen Rong's hand and saying: "Your family boss is amazing, and in the future he will be the pillar of the country and the pillar of society!"

But when the second child was mentioned, the old lady's wrinkled face became more wrinkled, she waved her hands again and again, and shouted: "Oh, don't mention Lin Er, I was riding a bicycle through the vegetable market two days ago and almost hit me The frying pan next to it! Hey, brat."

Everyone knew that Lin Da's name was Lin Yan, but they didn't know that Lin Er's name was Lin Xiang.

Lin Er and Lin Er yelled and shouted, and when Lin Xiang was admitted to a key high school, the crowd was startled and confused: "Lin Xiang? Who is Lin Xiang, really the second child of the Lin family?!"

When did Lin Xiang decide to let go of his impetuous youth and convert to Shuge?

Probably the year when I first met Huo Sirong at the age of 14, he took Lin Yan away.

Midsummer was noisy, but his whole world suddenly became calm.

Unexpectedly, today, at the age of 21, Lin Yan's position in Lin Xiang's heart has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Lin Yan seemed not as good as he imagined, and later Lin Xiang learned a word: exquisite egoism.

Before everything threatened Lin Yan's interests, he was the most enthusiastic elder brother, and once his life was in danger, Lin Yan would not hesitate to sacrifice Lin Xiang to protect himself.

It's understandable, but it's disgusting.

Lin Xiang closed the car window, his heart suddenly calmed down, and he didn't even look at Huo Sirong.

Whether Mr. Huo or Lin Yan, it has nothing to do with him.

Since Huo Sirong chose Lin Yan in the end, what is he obsessed with?In the end, there is still nothing.

As Lin Xiang grew up, she had never left Ningbei, but now she left all of a sudden, even going abroad, to a completely strange place.

His English can only barely maintain basic daily communication.

The air in London is very humid. When they arrived at the mansion, it was rainy and rainy. Lin Xiang felt indescribably depressed.

On either side of the small door, a row of uniformed servants, black and white, waited on the left and right.

Lin Xiang frowned slightly, and Lin Qishan said softly, "Welcome home, child."

They were in a spacious study with a thick woolen carpet on the floor. In the pentagonal room, the ornamental fireplace on the left was pretending to be piled with soot. The tiered crystal chandeliers all seemed likely to fall.

Lynch Hill sat behind a spacious desk, behind him was a huge window with high curtains and swaying tassels.

Outside the window, there is an endless lawn in the distance, a few low hills on the skyline, and flowers of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple in the courtyard are beautiful and beautiful.

There is a moist fragrance in the air.

"I don't want my Lynch-shan child to like men." Lynch-shan said with a smile, "If your mother hadn't taken you away, I would definitely make you a stronger person than you are now."

Lin Xiang didn't understand Lynch Shan's brain circuit at all, but he had a vague premonition that when Xie Xin left London with the infant Lin Xiang in his arms, it was most likely because of the man in front of him.

"Father loves you mother and son very much, but it's a pity that your mother is really short-sighted." Lin Qishan continued on his own, he didn't care whether Lin Xiang could understand, he was used to controlling everything, so he took it for granted that Lin Xiang should understand.

"You know Huo Sirong and I..." Empress Lin Xiang felt chills in her heart.

"Married, right?" Lynch Shan curled his lips coldly: "I also know that you like him very much, but he doesn't take you seriously."

Lin Xiang was silent, Lynch stood up, turned his back to him, and stood with his hands behind his back: "If you had been in London for the past 20 years, you wouldn't be as depressed as you are today."

"No, my parents are very good to me." Lin Xiang defended in a low voice.

Lin Qishan slanted his body, turned his head, and narrowed his eyes slightly. That posture made Lin Xiang feel very dangerous.

Lin Qishan opened the drawer with one hand, and when Lin Xiang saw it clearly again, the bullet from the gun flew past his side cheek and smashed into the door frame.

The pistol with the muffler let out a muffled snort, and Lin Xiang's side cheek was burnt by the flying bullets, his legs were weak, and he clenched his fists.

"How are they worthy of being my son's parents?" Lynchshan asked with a smile, and put the gun back into the drawer as if nothing had happened, and locked it.

Lin Xiang fell silent.

"Divorce Huo Sirong." Lynch Shan said incredulously, "As long as you sign the divorce agreement, Dad will naturally have a way to dissolve your marriage."

He and Huo Sirong's marriage lasted less than two months, and they divorced so easily?

Then what?It was logical for Lin Yan and Huo Sirong...

"No." Lin Xiang said.

At first glance, Lin Qishan was not the kind father who could tolerate the disobedience of his juniors, and when he was suddenly resisted, his eyes flashed sternly.

Lin Xiang couldn't stop his fear, he backed away very slowly, trying to take the opportunity to escape.

Unexpectedly, Lin Qishan showed a smile instead, the smile was meaningful, and the tone was casual: "Young man, if you wait a little longer, there will be nothing more to do."

Lin Xiang turned around and ran out of the study, surrounded by guards in black uniforms in the left and right corridors.

Lin Xiang was thrown into the damp and dark basement.

In the middle of the wide and open space, there is an iron chair with the back of the seat at [-] degrees. Various instruments and medicines with English labels are placed on the cold cart beside it.

The guards pressed him up and tied his feet and wrists with soft ribbons. Lin Xiang couldn't move, and he raised his head in horror.

There is a curtain in front of him, and the overhead projector behind him emits a dazzling startup light.

Asian doctor in white coat pushes a syringe.Inject the gray-white solvent into the veins, and the coldness instantly flows into the limbs and bones along the blood vessels.

"It's just an emetic." Lynch Shan pressed his shoulder and motioned the assistant behind him to open the picture.

At almost the same moment, Lin Xiang felt physically uncomfortable.

His throat was dry, his abdomen was burning like a fire, and his heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest.

The Asian doctor looked at the heartbeat monitor and said, "Tachycardia." Lynch waved his hand: "It doesn't matter."

According to Lynch Hill, it is simple gay withdrawal treatment.

How long it lasted, Lin Xiang didn't know.

During the whole process, the projector kept showing Huo Sirong's photos, and the hypnotist next to him guided in a low voice: "Do you like him?"

Lin Xiang nodded subconsciously, and the feeling of vomiting climbed up his spine. He fell into the iron chair, throwing up faintly.

The injection treatment didn't seem to work, and Lynchshan was out of breath and changed to a set of electric shocks.

Looking at Huo Sirong's magnified face on the screen, Lin Xiang's eyes showed the slightest nostalgia, and the assistant beside him would give a small amount of electric shock.

In the end, the so-called therapist changed the method and played the intimate composite photos of Lin Yan and Huo Sirong in a loop.

The therapist asks, "Do you hate them?"

At first Lin Xiang just shed tears, until the therapist lied softly: "After you left, they were together."

Lin Xiang's ten fingers pressed down on the armrest so hard that a layer of skin was torn.

"You hate them." The therapist said firmly, Lin Xiang shook his head, and the therapist poured him concentrated bitter gourd water.

"You hate them." The therapist confirmed again, Lin Xiang nodded, and the therapist gave him a glass of sweet milk.

In the extreme thirst after vomiting, Lin Xiang hugged the milk and drank it all in one gulp. There seemed to be no water molecules in his body that could merge into tears and well out of his eyes, and everything was gradually disappearing.

Only bitter and sweet.

"You hate them, you're not gay, you're not that weak, Lin Xiang." The therapist repeated again and again, alternating bitter melon water with sweet milk.

Every scene of Huo Sirong's cruelty and heartlessness echoed in his mind like watching flowers on horseback.

Lin Qishan handled the withdrawal procedures for Lin Xiang, and invited professors from famous business schools in London to teach him alone.

On the day Lin Xiang was released from the basement, Lin Qishan handed him the divorce agreement in both Chinese and English, and Lin Xiang signed it without hesitation.

On the second day, Lin Xiang, who had no basic knowledge, began to study business school courses and etiquette courses.

Get up at 05:30 in the morning to read English, until 07:30, eat in the hall on the next floor, and at [-]:[-] is a face-to-face course taught by a highly respected professor.Set aside an hour for lunch at noon and one hour in the afternoon, and study until eleven o'clock in the evening.

Lin Xiang had the illusion that he was back in his third year of high school, but after thinking about it, it seemed that his third year of high school didn't work that hard either.

Lynchshan was not at home often, but the servants at home were ordered by Lynchshan to monitor him all the time.

The great oppression and busy studies made Lin Xiang no longer think of Huo Sirong, but once he thought of him, out of the instinct planted by the therapist, he would feel unreasonable hatred.

Two years later, when Lin Xiang got his business degree certificate, Lin Qishan patted him on the shoulder in relief: "Now I can be regarded as a human being."

At that time, Lin Xiang was already over 23, and she no longer showed her hatred and hostility towards Lin Qishan on her face.

He grew taller, and the nutritionist said to him with surprise, "Honey, you are finally over 1.8 meters!"

In fact, it was only 1.8 meters away. Lin Xiang laughed foolishly, handed a glass of homemade orange juice to the beautiful nutritionist, and pulled out a bright red rose from behind as if by magic, and put it sideways on the cup: "Thanks to Shirley, thank you .”

The nutritionist blushed and waved his hands, drinking the sweet orange juice with the pulp stuck between his teeth.

Xue Li stared at Lin Xiangyuan's back. The young master of the Lin family seemed to be enthusiastic, but in fact he treated everyone the same, under the enthusiasm he was completely indifferent.

He is a typical dandy, who occasionally gets close to beauty, but doesn't go any further.

Shirley could feel from his casual smile that he always kept a distance from everyone.

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