I want to be your white moonlight

Lin Xiang frequented social circles in London.

On a whim, he would fly to Paris to light up the Eiffel Tower for his new Chinese girlfriend.

Being idle and bored, he dragged a group of rich kids to Africa to chase antelopes, bought an expensive cruise ship and went for a ride on the Atlantic Ocean, and then his face was distorted by the salty sea wind.

Lin Xiang was so lawless that he even dared to leave the queen's birthday banquet in a grandiose way ahead of time.

But almost without exception, all his friends think that he is the best partner. No matter who wants to have fun, call Lin, he will definitely come, not only will he come, but he will also bring many fun tricks.

Lin Xiang seems to be wasting a boring and affluent life in luxury.

Even Lin Qishan felt that this son was too indulgent.

He asked the security guard to escort Lin Xiang to the study for a lesson, but Lin Xiang was very slippery, so he jumped out of the window and ran away.

Lynch Shan found quite a headache that he couldn't do anything to him at all.

Regarding Lin Xiang, there is only one thing that Lynch Shan still has control over, and that is the basement.

Lin Xiang would go in once a month, at his own request.

He drank emetics with bitter gourd water, clasped his ankles and hands with simple belts, and was silently thinking about something amidst the crashing vomiting.

This is the secret of the young master of the Lin family.

One day, Lin Qishan felt that the time was ripe, and finally put the word "Huo Sirong" back in front of Lin Xiang again.

In the huge and dark study room, with his back to the window that covered the sky and the sun, Lynch tapped the table with his index finger: "Huo Sirong brought down Mr. Huo and almost completely controlled the Huo family."

Lin Xiang put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked up at the sky and whistled, his eyes flicked around: "Oh."

Lin Qishan endured the desire to get angry, and said calmly: "Our domestic market is mainly represented by Huo's. You have been playing for two years, it's time to do something for Dad."

"What do you want?" Lin Xiang asked casually.

"Strengthen cooperation with Huo's." Lynch Shan tentatively said.

Lin Xiang lowered her eyes, and slantedly passed him: "No, you want to destroy the Huo family, let the Huo family collapse, and then take advantage of the fire to rob and take it for yourself."

Lin Qishan laughed loudly: "There is no one who knows a father like a son."

"How about this, you go back to China to play for two years, just tell Gao Zhen if you need anything." Lynch Shan commanded to remove the dust from the table.

Gao Zhen is Lin Qishan's secretary and assistant, and also controls Lin Xiang's finances.

"Okay." Lin Xiang waved his hand, turned and walked out of the study.

Just two steps away, I received a series of fatal calls from Joyce.

Joyce is the youngest son of the Earl of Lancaster, about the same age as Lin Xiang.

The two have the best relationship, hooking shoulders together, like smashing the royal windows in Kensington.

Lin Xiang pressed the call button: "Joy, what's the matter?"

"I can't find you if I have nothing to do?" Joyce asked back with a smile, and Lin Xiang's lips twitched: "Did you find me for something serious?"

"Of course, no." There was an exaggerated pause between Joyce's two phrases, and he quickly continued: "Lin, I'm sure you're interested in this time!"

"Hmm." Lin Xiang strolled down the spiral staircase that had just been waxed two days ago. When he stepped on the wooden floor, there was a slight rolling sound that made him feel comfortable. He slowed down his pace.

The servant took his jacket from the coat rack. Lin Xiang held the phone in one hand and stretched out the other arm, letting the servant put on the coat.

The servant was a young French-Indian mixed-race girl. Lin Xiang casually took off the narcissus on the agate table and handed it to her: "Thank you."

The servant blushed and gave him a wink with fluttering eyelashes.

Lin Xiang had a regretful face, showing an expression of no blessing, and quickly slipped away.

"My girlfriend Jessica is studying at the University of London, you know." Joyce's voice came clearly from the wireless end.

"How many girlfriends is this month?" Lin Xiang grabbed the car keys in the ceramic bowl at the door, turned the key ring and handed it to the servant who stepped forward immediately, and ordered, "Same as usual."

The valet led the car to the garage.

"Uh, I'll count..." British people are generally not very good at mathematics. It's a pity that Joyce is one of them. He muttered seriously for a long time, and replied very happily: "No. 11."

Lin Xiang: "..."

"That's right," Joyce brought the topic back in time before Lin Xiang uttered cruel and merciless complaints, "Jessica told me that a Chinese person came to St. George's Medical College to communicate. Then A Chinese claims to know you."

"Then Jessica showed me his picture, OMG!"

Lin Xiang: "Joy, your reaction can be bigger."

"Really, my dear?" Joyce raised his voice: "He is very similar to you, very similar!"

Lin Xiang slightly raised his eyebrows.

"Jessica introduced him to me. He said his name was Lin Yan, and he used to be your brother." Joyce used the tone of Sherlock Holmes when he was exploring secrets, and solved the boring mystery: "He wants to see you."

"I think you must have arranged our meeting without permission, no matter if I wanted to or not, didn't you?" Lin Xiang raised his forehead.

"Yes, yes. I see he's very interested in you," said Joyce, "and he seems to be a very nice and friendly gentleman."

"With all due respect, your standards for gentlemen are too low." Lin Xiang said, "The time and place."

"Forgive my presumptuous appointment, it's at the golf club we often go to on Church Street at four o'clock this afternoon." Joyce said excitedly.

"Okay." Lin Xiang raised his wrist, and the electronic watch showed that it was already 02:30 in the afternoon.

It took less than an hour to drive from the mansion to Church Street. He fiddled with the rotary button on the side of the watch and walked across the fountain to the carved gate.

A brand new silver-gray Aston Martin Rapide stood at the door, and the valet got out of the driver's seat and respectfully handed back the car keys to him.

The rear seat backs in the car were folded earlier, and a set of golf equipment was neatly stored in the luggage compartment.

For someone like Joyce who loves to see other people's misfortune to gloat, he must have no good intentions in arranging a meeting for Lin Xiang rashly.

Joyce would not believe Lin Yan's one-sided story. Lin Yan said that he knew Lin Xiang and was Lin Xiang's former brother. Joyce probably didn't believe it.

But calling Lin Xiang over to meet Lin Yan was most likely to watch a play. He wanted to know whether Lin Xiang, who always had a smiling face, would be surprised to be as big as him when facing someone with such a similar appearance. Shout: "OMG!"

Joey was doomed to be disappointed.

Lin Xiang put on his sunglasses, whistled, and the silver-gray sports car drove out of the boulevard and sped away on the highway.

In fact, for a while, Lin Xiang thought about a problem.

Lin Yan acted mostly for his own considerations. When the situation was dangerous, why did the 14-year-old Lin Yan go so hard to save the dying Huo Sirong?

If the bandits who pushed Huo Sirong off the cliff hadn't retreated for a long time, Lin Yan might be discovered and even lose his life if he was a little careless.

But if Lin Yan saves Huo Sirong, with Lin Yan's intelligence, it is impossible not to guess that Huo Sirong will be his lifelong cash cow.

As expected, Huo Sirong thanked Lin Yan for saving his life and took Lin Yan away from Bixi City.

After leaving the poor nest, Lin Yan has made great achievements all the way.

Until two years ago, Lin Yan was still able to draw Lin Xiang's life-saving blood with Huo Sirong's hand.

Lin Yan is full of thoughts, counting heaven and earth, counting others, and all he wants is to fly on a branch and become a phoenix.

Now that Lin Yan took the initiative to look for Lin Xiang, it was probably because he recognized his ancestors, was extravagant, rich and powerful, so he had the idea of ​​clinging to him.

After the past two years, Lin Xiang is no longer as ignorant and fearless as before. He is really not afraid to speculate on others with the worst malice.

The same is true for friends and relatives.

Even Lin Qishan could point a gun at him, let alone a Lin Yan with ulterior motives.

The person who was kind to him from the bottom of his heart died two years ago.

Lin Xiang closed her eyes, turned the steering wheel sharply into the curve, and entered the golf club on Church Street in the hot and humid afternoon.

Joyce, with blond hair and gray eyes, has a face resembling a handsome ancient Greek god. He was able to deceive No. 11 girlfriends within a month, and this face is indispensable.

Jessica is in the training room next door, and the golfer is teaching her the basics of hitting the ball.

Lin Yan seemed to have a good chat with Joyce, and Joyce even invited him to their cruise party.

The sincere expression of the blond man is enough to make men and women fall for him.

Lin Xiang leaned against the marble pillar with her arms folded, staring at them with a half-smile.

Lin Yan probably thought that he and Joey had become friends, and his whole body exuded the leisurely intimacy of talking with an old friend.

But Lin Xiang deeply suspected that Joey just wanted to make fun of Lin Yan.

Joyce has always been a vegetarian, handsome on the left and beautiful on the right. Recently, he has been dating too many girls and has a lot of yin, so he wants to find a man to balance the yin and yang.

Lin Xiang's face hidden under the sunglasses showed a hint of sarcasm.

Joyce leaned over and said something in Lin Yan's ear. When he straightened up, Lin Yan couldn't hide his embarrassment, and his exposed skin was red from his neck to his ears.

Lin Yan waved his hands again and again, smiling awkwardly.

Joyce turned his head, and the disheveled but unexpectedly stylish blond hair became more fluffy with the swing.

He turned his head and saw Lin Xiang.

"Hey, Lin!" Joyce had stayed in country Z before, so he could speak Mandarin well. He greeted Lin Xiang in Chinese.

Lin Xiang stepped forward with his equipment on his back, and the waiter who heard the news came to take off his equipment and coat for him.

"Joy, are you talking about him?" Lin Xiang took off her sunglasses, raised her chin towards Lin Yan, and said very strangely, "I don't know him."

The smile on Lin Yan's face froze. In his memory, Lin Xiang was obedient to him.

When Lin Xiang was a child, he had a temper, and no one could control him, but Lin Yan could tie him back home with a word, and followed his elder brother to study without leaving the door.

Lin Yan quickly reacted, concealed the embarrassment and inexplicability, and smiled as gently as before: "Maybe it's been a long time since I saw you, Lin Er doesn't remember brother."

Lin Er... Lin Xiang chewed his title in his mind.

Lin Er is like a sign, marking that Lin Er is an accessory of Lin Da.

The meaning of Lin Yan's words is obvious, and Lin Xiang is identified as his brother.

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