I want to be your white moonlight

"No." Lin Xiang saw off the guest indifferently: "Get lost."

Huo Sirong is well aware of Lin Xiang's temperament, when he is not torturing others, he tosses himself as much as he can, it is normal to not eat on time, no wonder he has gastroenteritis.

"No, we'll talk after dinner." Huo Sirong pulled him away.

Lin Xiang's limbs were numb from sleep, coupled with the hunger in his stomach, he had almost no strength to resist Huo Sirong.

Even if Huo Sirong was ill, he could easily carry him away like a chicken.

Lin Xiang was extremely annoyed, pointing to the discarded cardboard box by the door and said: "Your fans cursed my whole family to death, you came here to pretend to be a good person, Huo Sirong, are you annoyed?!"

Huo Sirong's expression changed slightly, he let go of Lin Xiang, and looked at the unremarkable paper box.

"Open it and have a look." Lin Xiang sneered, more like angry, and said loudly: "I tell you, you go tell your fans, I'm not afraid."

"Dead a household registration book? Everyone on my household registration book, except for Lin Yan, is fucking dead. My parents are both in heaven." Lin Xiang smiled and said, "Curse the love curse, I don't even kiss myself." Dad can be sent to prison, afraid of you making trouble?"

Huo Sirong's hands trembled, and he repeated: "I'm sorry."

"No need, hold your hypocrisy, get out!" Lin Xiang turned around with disgust on his face, and was about to close the door.

Huo Sirong suddenly put his body between the door frame and the door panel, and stretched out a hand to grab Lin Xiang: "Lin Er, Lin Er, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I've asked Wen Yao to make a statement, it's okay, you come out , shall I take you to eat something?"

Lin Xiang pulled the doorknob, but Huo Sirong didn't dare to stretch out his hand to break it, so he could only use his body to prevent him from closing the door. The gap formed by the edge of the door panel and the door frame made him very uncomfortable.

Huo Sirong's entire face turned blue-purple. He looked at the furious Lin Xiang eagerly, and begged him in a low voice: "Or I can buy it back. Don't close the door, Lin Er."

"Huo Sirong, can you let me go?!" Lin Xiang was cornered by him, let go of the hand that was tightening the doorknob, and turned to push Huo Sirong, trying to push him out of the door completely.

Huo Sirong was originally worried about Lin Xiang's hunger, and he was preoccupied with pulling him out of the snail's shell, but he didn't care when Lin Xiang pushed him away, forgetting that there were concrete stairs behind him.

When Lin Xiang pushed, Huo Sirong lost his footing, staggered two steps backwards, lost his foot, and fell down.

Lin Xiang's expression changed in an instant, Huo Sirong's tall body couldn't stabilize, and he fell to the next floor like the wheels of a cart.

His leg seemed to be broken, his left calf twisted outwards in a strange posture, his forehead was broken and blood dripped out, but his five fingers grabbed Tikan with difficulty.

Huo Sirong looked up at him so worriedly, opened his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Eat something, Lin Er..."

Then the hand that was outstretched towards him came crashing down.

Lin Xiang ran back to the house, grabbed the phone in a hurry, unlocked it three times, and picked a missed call to call back: "Wen Yao, Huo Sirong..." He held his forehead: "Something happened."

Wen Yao was waiting downstairs in the car, but when he heard about the accident, he ran up without saying a word, he and Lin Xiang supported Huo Sirong on the left and right, stuffed them into the back seat of the car, and rushed towards the hospital.

It seems that Huo Sirong has given more first aid times than Lin Xiang.

Wen Yao sat outside waiting with his head in his arms. He couldn't help but blame: "Why don't you stay in the United States? Why do you want to come back?!"

Lin Xiang really didn't have the strength to argue with him, he was hungry and tired, with the back of his head pressed against the wall, staring up at the snow-white ceiling.

"Originally... the car accident half a year ago, although not life-threatening, left sequelae. Mister's leg hurts whenever it rains." Wen Yao stared at his side cheek and said in a low voice.

The young man's entire face was pale, not bloodless, and his whole body was almost covered in a large down jacket, which almost covered his head. He wrapped himself like a fat penguin.

Lin Xiang lowered his eyes, his black and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and the soft hair on the top of his head was scattered. He lowered his head and breathed hot air into his palm.

"How long are you going to torture each other?" Wen Yao asked straight to the point.

Lin Xiang didn't answer, and kept silent.

"You paid for Lin Yan's life for your husband, who almost died in a car accident because of you. Lin Er, listen to my brother's persuasion, and let go. From now on, your two roads will be facing the sky, and each side will go to the other side, isn't it good?" Wen Yao Said sourly.

"It's him who pesters me." Lin Xiang said sullenly, "He said that if he doesn't pay it back, he will bother me forever. Since he said so, I have no choice but to be respectful rather than obedient."

Wen Yao gasped.

"Isn't it good to be dead?" Lin Xiang grinned, turned her head to stare at Wen Yao, and sarcastically said with a half-smile: "Without him, Huo Sirong, my life would be vast."

boom--

Wen Yao got up and punched him.

He was furious, his chest heaved violently, his eyes were red and wide open, he glared at Lin Xiang who didn't care, and accused him word by word: "Sir, I never, never thought of letting you die."

The sharp fist grazed the corner of his mouth, and Lin Xiang was kicked upside down. He supported the chair with one hand, and the tip of his tongue touched the cracked corner of his lip, tasting a trace of rust.

"If Mister loses his leg, Lin Er, you will be responsible for this." Wen Yao pointed to his nose and said, "I have always treated you like a younger brother, but I never thought you would be heartless."

"Wen Yao." Lin Xiang raised his chin, a cold light appeared in his eyes.

"The person who beat me up last time is lying in the emergency room right now, do you want to go in and have a look at the scenery?" Lin Xiang asked with a smile.

Wen Yao's back felt cold, Lin Xiang was clearly looking up, but Wen Yao felt for no reason, as if he was looking down on him, like looking at a bedbug that could be crushed to death at any time.

Lin Xiang in the past was ignored by no one, he was a young and unruly young man.

Later Lin Xiang still didn't pay attention to anyone, the young man was indifferent.

For both Lin Xiang and Huo Sirong, meeting each other turned out to be a catastrophe for each other.

Wen Yao opened his mouth and was stunned.

Lin Xiang was in pain and hungry at first, but now she is completely numb.Sitting on a chair with an indifferent face, he fiddled with his smartphone with super large fonts for the elderly when he had nothing to do.

He is no longer like before. He reads a lot in his spare time, otherwise he plays games, mobile games or end games.He also stopped paying money to the game, because African chiefs will never stand up.

Most of the time, Lin Xiang sat in a daze, or tucked herself into the bed, and fell asleep in a daze.

Two years of luxurious life in London has consumed all his extravagant desires for luxury enjoyment. The money that is accompanied by pain, patience and dormancy has been sealed up in the bank, and the interest alone is enough for three generations of their old Lin family ancestors.

The Lin family's money, the Huo family's money, and even the Xie family's money, which is only their only daughter, will eventually go to him.Lin Xiang seemed to have it all.

Even Mrs. Xie was half joking and half sighing: "Xiangxiang, you will definitely be on the global wealth list now."

However, Lin Xiang doesn't even know how to do business.

Property depends entirely on inheritance, and making money depends entirely on interest.

Lin Xiang decided to recall bitterness and sweetness.

Buy the cheapest clothes from Taobao to wear, buy a box once, and wear a box for a year, and no one will wash it for him after wearing it, so he throws the worn ones into the box and waits for someone to take them away at the end of the month.

The takeaway place for meals has the lowest delivery fee plus the lowest per capita. I don’t care if the other party is a small waste oil merchant. If I have an appetite, I will eat half full.

It spends most of its time hibernating, and when it wakes up it just sits in a daze.

The Xie family felt sorry for their grandson who had suffered a lot at a young age, so they allowed him to be lazy and indulge. Anyway, the interest on the savings was enough to support the three generations of the Lin family's ancestors. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with Lin Xiang not pursuing him.

When Lin Xiang decided to return to China to work as a screenwriter, Xie Zongyao was quite surprised. Mrs. Xie asked worriedly: "Did outsiders gossip and make you feel uncomfortable?"

Lin Xiang said no, and indeed he didn't, he just wanted to pick up the pen and try again on a whim.

I can't write long articles, and the original script has no inspiration. Adapting a historical drama seems to be just right.

Who would have thought that Director Zhao invited Huo Sirong, who was taken advantage of, as the leading role?

No coincidence really makes a book.

Lin Xiang let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes.

Wen Yao didn't talk to him anymore, he always felt that Lin Xiang had changed, and he didn't know him anymore.

Lin Xiang is no longer the kid who was running, jumping, noisy and throwing temper tantrums when she was in college.

The current Lin Xiang can clearly say "then let him die" without changing his face.

He was able to watch Huo Sirong being beaten yesterday with a cold expression, but today he can push Huo Sirong down the stairs with hatred on his face.Wen Yao had no doubt that the reason why Huo Sirong fell down the stairs and broke his leg was because of Lin Xiang.

Lin Xiang didn't know what Wen Yao thought of him, but he could probably guess a thing or two.

He curled up motionless, enduring the sudden rising pain, pinching the other wrist with one hand, pinching purple and blue marks.

Lin Xiang covered her mouth into the furry collar and took a deep breath.

Wen Yao showed him Weibo.

It was a statement issued by Huo Sirong himself, explaining both the cheating incident and the current crew incident in a concise and concise manner, to the effect that fans and friends in the circle should understand.

In the end, the number one hot comment on Huo Sirong's Weibo post was: Why are you still together after everything is like this, let's split up quickly.

Swipe back the comments, all of them persuade points.Some thought Huo Sirong was worthless, some thought Huo Sirong was scum, and some said Lin Xiang was too hypocritical.

Comments are generally in these categories, anyway, just persuade points.

"Look, everyone doesn't want you to be together." Wen Yao said, "Why don't you talk to your husband again and break up peacefully, forget it."

Forget it.

Lin Xiang frowned, his forehead hair was soaked with sweat, he curled up tightly, excluding all voices from his own barrier, and when one wrist was swollen, he replaced it with the other.

Because of the fever, the whole face was slightly red, showing a strange blood color.

Wen Yao nagged and pressed for a long time, but didn't see Lin Xiang answering, turned his head to look in surprise, only then realized that his face was abnormal, and immediately got up and asked, "What's wrong with you?!"

Lin Xiang frowned, and her voice was soaked in sweat: "I'm fine, don't bother you."

Just as the lights in the operating room were off, the nurse pushed Huo Sirong out.

Wen Yao rushed forward and asked, "How is the situation, sir?"

The chief surgeon took off his mask: "It's been a hundred days since he was injured. His leg originally had an old disease, and now the old injury is added to the new injury. Hey, let's take care of it for two hundred days."