Overlord's canary wants to divorce every day

More than half an hour ago, Nanwan Villa.

Lin Yishui walked lightly into He Lin's study room where he worked daily, turned around and closed the solid wood door, and locked the combination lock before walking back to He Lin and handing over a stack of photos that had just been printed out.

The photo was taken by a private detective and bodyguard a few minutes ago, and it captured all of Chi Ye's movements that afternoon.

Private detectives have not received any professional training, and they don’t have the originality that thousands of photo retouchers want to cover up. All the photos strive to be clear and realistic, and they are all direct shots that don’t pay attention to aesthetics.

He Lin took this group of photos from his assistant, glanced at them, and his first reaction was: This child is really good-looking, even the 45-degree angle of death can be resisted by his appearance .

Lin Yishui stood in front of the large desk and reported sternly, "Master Chi went directly to the X University campus after leaving the villa, and stayed in the crew of "Youth with You" for nearly four hours."

He Lin looked away from Chi Ye's face, as if reluctant to give up, his eyes paused for half a second, and said calmly, "What do you want to tell me?"

Lin Yishui said, "Young Master Chi has not shown any acting talent before, and it is unlikely that he will become an actor in a film crew. Therefore, I think his move should be the first step in trying to get in touch with the entertainment industry."

He Lin nodded slightly, "So?"

Lin Yishui took a breath, and said dutifully, "Mr. Chi Xiang ran an entertainment company when he was alive, but now this company belongs to our Huanyu Group."

Chi Xiang is Chi Ye's father. More than half a year ago, due to the company's poor management, he owed a huge debt and committed suicide.

He Lin nodded again.

Lin Yishui hesitated for a few seconds, clenched his fists secretly, and said some words truthfully, "I'm afraid that Young Master Chi still stubbornly believes that Mr. Chi's death has something to do with you."

He Lin leaned back, resting his head on the back of the wide chair, and slightly closed his eyes.

Lin Yishui didn't continue talking, He Lin would definitely be able to gain insights one step ahead of him in what he could think of.

Chi Ye hastily appeared in an unknown crew. The simplest and crudest understanding is that he wants to use this to set foot in the entertainment industry, and then establish contacts, expand his power, and take back his father's company step by step.

No one knew if there was a hidden purpose of revenge on He Lin.

Lin Yishui understands He Lin's method all too well - never allow others to snore on the side of the couch.

Assistant Lin secretly raised his eyes and glanced at this man who had to eat even a penny of profit in the business field, and secretly thought that Chi Ye had been broken apart, crushed and eaten into He Lin's stomach Can't help but raise his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

"It's a matter of course for a son to inherit his father's career." He Lin tapped the handrail with his fingers, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Lin Yishui almost thought he heard it wrong, and was stunned for a while.

He Lin didn't get a response, so he emphasized his tone, "Let him go."

While talking about pulling the first drawer on the left, he took out a piece of unfinished clay and held it in his hand with ease. From Lin Yishui's perspective, it seemed that a small doll's head had been squeezed.

He Lin slowly opened his mouth and said, "It's just a subsidiary company. If the current Chi Ye wants it, he will give it to him. If the 'Chi Ye' from the past... Heh, I'm afraid he hasn't developed that kind of IQ yet. "

Assistant Lin really didn't understand the deep meaning of this, why did my master look a little supernatural today.

For the first time in his life, Lin Yishui recognized what Mr. Housekeeper said, such as the phrase "Love makes people lower their intelligence".

He's voice was low and deep, "Tell those who follow him to keep an eye on them recently."

Lin Yishui immediately grasped the point from the few words, "Don't worry, I will try my best to avoid contact between Young Master Chi and 'over there'."

He Lin stopped talking.

Slowly opening his eyes, his gaze has returned to the pile of photos, carefully looking at them one by one.

Suddenly, his brows furrowed and his tone became cold, like an ice cave: "Why is he crying?"

Lin Yishui was still immersed in the shock of his master becoming a good person for many generations, and he didn't come back to his senses, "Ah? What?"

He Lin's index finger clicked on one of the photos, heavily.

It was filmed that Chi Ye was performing a crying scene.

The shooting distance is too far to see the expression clearly, but under Chi Ye's slender eyelashes, the tear contained in the bottom of the eye is reflected by the sunlight, which is very conspicuous.

Bright and clear, bright and dazzling.

Lin Yishui's heart shrank suddenly, and he almost forgot to think.

He has never been in contact with the filming of film and television dramas, so he naturally doesn't know about drama examinations and auditions, so he is also worried about Chi Ye's situation.Now He Lin has to answer the question, otherwise it means that his work is not meticulous and not in place.

Lin Yishui recalled the young master who was once a noble and precious young master, and said out of nowhere, "Maybe you are tired?"

He Lin obviously didn't believe it, "Why are you tired?"

The consequence of blurting out nonsense is that it takes a lot of effort to get him back. Lin Yishui racked his brains, "It should be that the subway is too crowded."

"Subway?" He Lin frowned, a little too unfamiliar, beyond his thirty years of common sense in life.

It probably belongs to the kind of noun that I occasionally see in Chaowen Express.

"That's right, indeed." The professionalism of helping He Lin in the negotiation field for many years has trained Assistant Lin's ability to write stories in a serious manner.

He said without changing his face, "Master Chi has always been very particular about traveling. It is the first time in his life that he has to use that kind of public transportation. It is inevitable that he will feel uncomfortable. It is normal to feel wronged for a while."

Meeting He Lin's still confused gaze, Assistant Lin kindly helped him type the word "metro" into the computer screen and click search.

In the dialog box, the most eye-catching title is "Ground Boobs".

The subway car in the news picture is packed to the brim, except for the handrails, there is hardly any empty space. The faces of people are squeezed by the glass doors until they are almost deformed and distorted. together.

There are many people, crowded, and overwhelmed.

……

A long-lost blood rushed straight to his brain, and another picture suddenly appeared in front of He Lin's eyes, as if Chi Ye's upturned little butt was in the palm of a disgusting hand.

He Lin stood up suddenly, the knuckles of his clenched fists were bulging.

The wide leather seats slide back half a meter.

Lin Yishui handed over the mobile phone with both hands, and entered Chi Ye's number in advance.

The driver came very quickly, and the speed was not slow when going back.Chi Ye tossed three subway journeys in the morning, and it took just over an hour to reach the destination.

The gate of the villa was dragged open by the waiters lined up on both sides, and Chi Ye stepped in. As soon as he stepped into the entrance, he saw He Lin sitting in the living room.

The man didn't wear the usual crisp suit, but a camel-colored casual attire. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his body, which lacked the usual sharp aura and looked a bit comfortable.

His slender legs were crossed, one elbow rested on the armrest of the wide sofa, his upper body was relaxed and reclined on the soft leather backrest, his eyes were slightly closed.

Obviously waiting for myself.

Chi Ye clicked his tongue in his heart, it seems that even a napping tiger can't become a sick cat.

Hiding is impossible.

Chi Ye took a few deep breaths, adjusted a proper expression, walked over cautiously, sat down opposite He Lin, put his hands on his knees neatly, and his buttocks only touched the third of the seat one.

He called softly: "Sir, I'm back."