Overlord's canary wants to divorce every day

After He Lin returned to his room, he suffered from rare insomnia.

The top elite education he has received over the years has not taught him what the specific process of "paining people" should be.

Mr. He stared at the luxurious and expensive ceiling in the bedroom and thought about it for a long time, but he didn't come up with a standard answer. Then he didn't sleep at all, put on his pajamas and went back to his desk.

Start to squeeze the mud with your bare hands.

Lin Yishui hid in his own home for more than ten hours. When he returned to the study room of the villa with the meeting minutes in his hands the next day, he saw Mr. He's royal desk in the middle of the desk, with the clay pots neatly placed. A doll's head made of mud.

Eye-catching and realistic.

Lin Yishui was so startled that he almost tripped over.

According to the experience summed up by Mr. He as a special assistant for many years with swords, lights and swords in the wind and rain, the second master has always been muddy. The more refined, the worse his mood.

If He Lin made a lump of unrecognizable pig, then he probably would have calmed down after drinking two cups of fire-reducing tea; Only by scolding a few unpleasant plans can calm down.

Now this doll head...

Exquisite, delicate, vivid facial features.

A pair of bright and bright eyes are specially outlined with gouache—why does it look a bit like Chi Ye?

Lin Yishui was very worried if another unlucky company was about to go bankrupt.

He Lin himself was not in the study, leaving only a doll's head on the table to stare at all beings.

Lin Yishui quickly made a list in his mind of the companies that had sinned against Huanyu Group within two months according to the difficulty of acquisition, and then he rubbed his overwhelmed head, closed the door of the study, and started looking for someone.

There was no sign of Mr. He in the living room, bedroom or courtyard.

Lin Yishui rummaged through the entire villa and finally found He Lin in the place where He Lin was least likely to visit - the kitchen.

Mr. He was standing imposingly in the center of the kitchen, in front of him were several unsealed bags of flour.

The crisp shirt cuffs were rolled up to reveal his thin and strong forearms, and a pink pig page apron that was very inconsistent with his aura hung in front of him.

The head chef apologized while helping him tie the apron, "Second Master, I really didn't know you would come to inspect, and we didn't prepare in advance. Since you came back from Africa last time, all the aprons in the kitchen have been replaced with this kind of apron. It's a cartoon."

The captain of the bodyguard who was patrolling the perimeter of the villa sneezed unexpectedly.

Mr. Housekeeper came in a hurry, holding a thick stack of printed paper materials in his hand, and stood there panting for a while before coming to He Lin's side.

Lin Yishui leaned over and took a look, "Is this the recipe?"

"No." Mr. Steward shook his head inscrutablely, "This is a document."

"Second Lord had people collect twenty snacks and tea breaks with the best reputation in the world in the past three years overnight, combined with intelligent analysis of big data such as taste, healthiness, and ingredients, and calculated the most suitable biscuits for Young Master Chi to eat."

Lin Yishui, "And then?"

Mr. Steward didn't change his face, "Then make a comprehensive analysis of this biscuit, highlighting the production process from history to practice outlook, and summarize and bind it into a book."

Lin Yishui, "..."

Watching He Lin turn over the first page with a serious face, he carefully read it word by word, and silently hid the meeting minutes in his arms.

Mr. Housekeeper went upstairs to take care of Chi Ye after delivering the documents, and the head chef also took a few helpers and the little Filipino maids, who were also afraid of the cold, and hid out one after another.

Only He Lin and Lin Yishui were left staring at each other with papers full of high-end ingredients and raw material ratios accurate to two decimal places, helpless.

Lin Yishui regretted that he did not continue his vacation today.

The combined IQ of the two elites is close to [-], but cooking is a completely unfamiliar field after all, and there are always discrepancies between theoretical data and actual operations.

He Lin's thin arm rested on the scale more than a dozen centimeters away, rubbing and adding flour little by little, but there was always a few grams missing.

The omnipotent President was finally defeated in a flurry of snow.

He Lin's expression was a bit depressed, flour was still sticking to his handsome chin.

After being silent for a while, I couldn't help but sigh: "I don't know how to be a good person."

Lin Yishui: "..."

Assistant Lin still has the photo that Eric sent two days ago. There are a few eye-catching bloodstains on his calf. Although he doesn't know if it was a real injury or a blood bag was used, at least he has a good attitude towards self-harm.

Lin Yishui didn't dare to pass the photo to He Lin, but in fact he didn't really want to see it.

Why does a business elite who doesn't know how good he is always look like a black |s| boss' dog leg in the eyes of outsiders.

Once the thinking is out of control, the proper language is ignored.

Lin Yishui spoke bluntly, "Have you been a good person for so many years?"

He Lin didn't get angry, and nodded seriously, "Indeed."

Lin Yishui patted the flour off his hands, and boasted carelessly, "Your precision of self-awareness is impressive."

He Lin, "But he doesn't think so."

This he obviously refers to Chi Ye.

Lin Yishui's brain was spinning rapidly, and finally he straightened his thoughts, and suddenly realized: "Did Mr. Butler tell you something!?"

He Lin shook his head, "It's Chi Ye."

Lin Yishui: "?"

He Lin said proudly, "Let me love him more."

……

After He Lin went into the kitchen and tossed around but couldn't do anything, Chi Ye's fever miraculously subsided as if he had a tacit understanding, and the wounds on his hands and legs began to scab.

Chi Ye was young and had a strong recovery ability. He didn't hurt his tendons or bones, and his mobility was not restricted in any way.

But everyone in the He family treated it like a giant panda that would break if touched, as if they were ready to fight.

Under He Lin's instruction, Mr. Housekeeper personally supervised the kitchen and made medicinal meals in various ways every day. I don't know where to find some old gods to find recipes for nourishing health, strengthening the spleen, nourishing qi and nourishing wave after wave.

From morning tea to supper, it is not surprising that there is no meal.

Chi Ye actually didn't understand very well.

It's just that they simply feel that people will die sooner or later according to their confinement method, or He Lin simply wants to make himself a ball, and bid farewell to the acting career that he has loved for many years.

Simply sinister.

Chi Ye took advantage of Xiaofei's servant's unpreparedness and secretly poured the medicinal food into Boob's dog food bowl.

Bubu was deceived by his master's innocent and kind face, happily drank the whole pot of medicine like a fool, and started to have stomach trouble that night.

Vomiting and diarrhea can't be stopped.

But Chi Ye was terrified, so he quickly asked people to spend a lot of money to hire a well-known veterinarian, and after saving half the night, at least a dog's life was saved.

But the witty and vigilant Mr. Housekeeper saw the clue, "Did you give it all your food?"

Chi Ye couldn't see Boubu huddled in the den and "whimpered" doubting Gousheng, he felt very guilty in his heart, and his tone couldn't be better, "Why don't you let me eat those weird things of yours?"

Mr. Butler said earnestly, "It's all for your own good..."

Chi Ye raised her neck, confident and confident, "I obviously got a gash in my leg, and it's not like I'm pregnant with a child!"

The butler looked at him in surprise.

The original attitude of provoking the teacher to question the crime immediately softened, "Master, it is very good that you have this awareness. Now that medical science is advancing rapidly and technology is so advanced, the wish of men to have children will definitely be realized in the not-too-distant future."

Chi Ye: "??"

Mr. Housekeeper couldn't help having a whim, and his tone was a little excited, "Have you heard of the artificial womb?"

Chi Ye didn't understand where the old man suddenly became excited, and his expression was very helpless, "...No."

Mr. Housekeeper ignored him, and silently took out from his hand the statement of rare medicinal materials that he had searched for these days to show him: bird's nest, donkey-hide gelatin, ganoderma lucidum, wild ginseng, snow clam... one ton each?

Chi Ye has a bitter face, is this the way rich people nourish themselves?It really looks more and more like the formula of the confinement center.

Mr. Housekeeper pointed at the zero after the decimal point on the statement, and asked him seriously: "How many digits? Have you counted it?"

Chi Ye immediately felt relieved of the bitterness, and promised in frustration and reverence that every drop would be taken seriously in the future.

After all, it's a lot of money and I can't afford it.

Chi Ye's face was flushed red from the quilt, and he was restless, and his blood was boiling. Even looking at He Lin's ice-block face that had been around for thousands of years, he felt his features were clear and beautiful.

But the "good looking" himself didn't have the slightest sense of being the perpetrator, and swayed in front of Chi Ye's eyes when he had nothing to do, and Chi Ye was about to spit out nosebleeds.

Going on like this is not an option after all.

Not to mention that the body can't bear it, just delaying the filming of the crew is enough to make Chi Ye's conscience uneasy.

The meager budget of the small-budget production crew would cost the director's crew an extra day of start-up. Right now, Chi Ye has been lying at home for half a month.

After finally plucking up the courage to apply to He Lin to return to work.

Unexpectedly, he was flatly rejected by the tyrant's overlord, insisting that he would not go out until all the scars on his skin had faded to the point where they could not be seen.

Chi Ye was very afraid that Xie Wenli would come to his door with a machete, and he was trembling every day.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and it was damp and cold inside.

Chi Ye hugged his little quilt tightly and leaned against the head of the bed aggrievedly, in front of him was only a boob with the same expression of lovelessness.

The young man said sadly to the dog: "No money, no status, no human rights, lonely and helpless, life experience is wandering, if you don't let you go out, you really can't live..."

Lin Yishui lifted the dog off the bed and said coldly, "The play is over, put it away."

"Where has it been?" Chi Ye rolled his eyes at him, full of emotions, "You said that when the husband comes, I will act like this to Boo Boo, how about it?"

Lin Yishui was objective and fair, "It's not very good."

Chi Ye asked Lin Yishui, "Then what should I do to escape!"

Lin Yishui's voice was like an AI when he pissed people off: "Didn't you be very smart when you were in the small black house? Is it because you soaked in the pond and your brain got water?"

Chi Ye turned his head away, ignoring him.

Lin Yishui didn't want to take care of Chi Ye at first, but during this period of time, he was wandering around the yard like a ghost with a sad face all day long, which made the security captain suspicious, and almost went to the African headquarters to apply for a gun several times.

It is impossible to sit idly by.

Lin Yishui thought for a while, "There is a book called "Fifteen Lectures on Political Science", which elaborates on issues related to democracy, freedom and peace."

"Why don't you take the initiative to recite it?"

Chi Ye raised his head and stared at Lin Yishui for a while, then said quietly, "Have you memorized it?"