Slag Gong, why doesn't he abuse me?

Of course, Huo Qiao doesn't have a double chin, and Yin Linchu's strategy in the face of conversations that he doesn't want to respond to is to interrupt the other party's train of thought, and then change the topic.

As long as the other party pauses for a moment, he can talk about him smoothly.

Just like now, Huo Qiao had a momentary suspicion in his eyes. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yin Linchu looked around quickly, and he actually saw an unusual scene.

"Huo Qiao, look over there."

Yin Linchu immediately pointed in the direction behind Huo Qiao with a slightly serious expression.

This method of changing the topic is straightforward and rude, without any concealment, for fear that others will not see it.

Huo Qiao sighed softly, still looking along his hand.

The driver parked the car in the parking lot after sending them to the scene, and only drove the car near the exit when it was about to end.

Because he didn't know how long Huo Qiao would talk with Xiao Yijin, Yin Linchu didn't ask the driver to park in the special lane, but parked a little further away in order not to hinder other people's traffic—now it seems that his consideration is superfluous.

Now they are in a position where they can see the entire exit.

At this time, there were still many people leaving the venue one after another. What Yin Linchu saw in the crowd was none other than his younger brother, Yin Chenxuan, whom he had never seen since coming to report the funeral.

He was not alone, there was another man beside him, he couldn't see clearly from a distance, but he could vaguely see that that man was not young, not Zhan Pengjie.

Looking at Huo Qiao, Yin Linchu stepped back a little and pulled him into the car, closing the door.

Through the car window, I watched the two people walk out of the stadium, step by step down the wide steps, chatting, talking and laughing.

Huo Qiao didn't have much interest in them, but seeing Yin Linchu's attentive attention, he thought that it was his half-brother. He happened to know the man himself, and was about to speak, but Dong Runyan, who was sitting in the co-pilot, took him a step ahead.

"Eldest Young Master, it's Young Master Chen Xuan, and Minister of the Interior Xiang Changge."

Dong Runyan took the newly retrieved information and handed it to Yin Linchu, "Not long ago, the secretary resigned due to illness, and Master Chenxuan officially became the secretary of the Minister of the Interior."

To be more precise, after the eldest young master and young master Huo got married, he took over this position with the help of young master Huo's family.

As soon as Dong Runyan looked away, he saw Master Huo's gaze on him, and he was startled. Fortunately, he quickly looked away, and the oppressive feeling disappeared.

This is not the first time, Dong Runyan realized something was wrong.

Young master Huo seemed really dissatisfied with him, but as the exclusive butler of the young master, if he was rejected by the young master's partner, his career would definitely not last long.

To improve the current situation, it is necessary to understand the reasons for such incidents.

Dong Runyan thought for a while, and suddenly a bright light appeared in his mind.

Got it, he was the one talking too much just now.

From now on, he will keep silent and leave all opportunities to Master Huo.

Yin Linchu briefly glanced at the information, then turned his gaze back to the two people on the steps: "The secretary's treatment is really good, and there are free concerts to watch."

He smiled and said to Huo Qiao, "Today's trip was worthwhile, not only to watch the concert, but also the encore."

The person on the steps came down, and the distance at this time was enough to see the other person's appearance clearly.

Although Minister Xiang was a bit older, he had a handsome face, distinct facial features, a tall and straight figure, a gentle temperament, and looked quite a gentleman in appearance.

"Minister Xiang, how is the family situation?" Yin Linchu asked suddenly.

Huo Qiao thought for a while and said, "Minister Xiang has been widowed for many years, and he has a 19-year-old son at home."

Isn't that only three years younger than Yin Chenxuan?Yin Lin touched his chin at the beginning, this situation is a bit interesting.

The concert was close to two hours, and after the end, it was already past ten o'clock, and the cold wind suddenly picked up outside the venue, and the suit jacket on his body was a little thin.

Yin Chenxuan and Xiang Changge walked slowly to the outside of the venue. There were many pedestrians at the exit, and the driver was waiting in the driveway.

After chatting with Changge for a few words, Yin Chenxuan responded with a few words.

The wind came in from the cuff buttons, Yin Chenxuan raised his hand and stroked his arm, trying to temporarily drive away the chill with the warmth of his palm.

Xiang Changge beside him watched his every move, took off his coat and put it on him.

"Minister, I'm fine. This... No, it's not appropriate."

Yin Chenxuan grabbed the coat draped over his shoulders in surprise, and wanted to take it off, but was stopped by Xiang Changge.

The man's gentle palms were on his shoulder blades: "Just put it on. Although you are young, your body is not as good as mine."

He smiled, "If you come out to watch a concert with me and catch a cold, I can't explain to your mother.

Furthermore, you have affected your work because of your illness, and I am the one who is not worth the loss. "

Yin Chenxuan reluctantly put on the coat and followed him silently.

"I wanted to invite you to come with your mother, but unfortunately she is unwell, are you uncomfortable being with me?" Xiang Changge asked with a smile.

Yin Chenxuan froze, not knowing how to answer.

The mother didn't feel unwell at all, she just found an excuse to let him come out with Xiang Changge alone.

The importance of the position of Secretary of the Minister of the Interior is self-evident. It is not possible for a fledgling rookie like him to take over. It was arranged for him by his mother after negotiating with the Huo family.

Mother will never be willing to wait for other people's arrangements. What she wants is not only to be able to seize this opportunity, but also to completely transform it into her own contacts.

All he has to do is to keep getting closer to please Xiang Changge.

Now Xiang Changge took the initiative to invite them to come to the concert. In order not to become a disturbance, her mother did not come because she was unwell before going out. She had taken medicine and needed a good rest.

What Xiang Changge said was right, he was really not used to it.

Although the man next to him is usually not serious and has a gentle attitude towards everyone, Yin Chenxuan is not stupid, and he can more or less sense that his attitude towards himself is different from that of others.

There was still a warm jacket on his shoulders, and there was a faint scent of woody perfume, but then the scent slowly baked out under the warm body temperature, and the breath was filled with that smell.

Yin Chenxuan swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and cleared his throat: "Minister, I am honored to watch the concert with you.

How can I feel uncomfortable with more contact with you, I can learn more from you, thank you for giving me the opportunity before it is too late. "

Xiang Changge waved his hand gently: "It's too outlandish to say that, the position of secretary is the closest to me, so I naturally hope that the person closest to me is excellent and has a bright future.

I am very optimistic about you, I believe you will not let me down. "

His hand was naturally placed on Yin Chenxuan's shoulder. Yin Chenxuan glanced sideways and smiled: "Thank you, Minister, I will do everything I can."

"Ah."

Withdrew his hand from Changge, looked at him with a smile, "I'll take you back.

Take care of your mother, lost a husband not long ago, excessive grief is not good for health.

In any case, the deceased is gone, and his own body comes first. "

"I will."

Yin Chenxuan felt warm in his heart, and only now was he completely relaxed.

Following behind Xiang Changge, he got into the car.

Watching the two get into the car and leave, Yin Linchu looked away, leaned back in the chair, went through the scene he had just seen in his mind, and touched Huo Qiao with his elbow: "Look, Chen Xuan is very hot."

Huo Qiao said lightly, "It has nothing to do with me."

"He saved you, you should have promised him with your body at that time.

Well now, let an old man take advantage of it. "

Yin Linchu shook his head regretfully.

After ordering the driver to drive, Huo Qiao continued the topic just now: "Why should I promise him with my body when he saved me?"

"Stop, I won't talk to you about the wheels."

Yin Linchu didn't like to talk nonsense, so he whispered, "He looks pretty good, why don't you think about it?"

Huo Qiao heard it, moved closer, and whispered in his ear: "I think you look the best."

The air exhaled gently from the mouth and nose sprayed on the pinna, Yin Linchu raised his hand uncomfortably and rubbed it: "It doesn't matter whether I look good or not."

Huo Qiao nodded in agreement: "That's right.

What I like is you, I think you look the best no matter what you look like. "

Yin Linchu turned his head and bumped into those eyes, his heart suddenly jumped heavily.

The time they stared at each other was only a few seconds, but the time around them seemed to be elongated and slowed down.

Huo Qiao reached out and pinched his chin, and led him towards him: "Linchu, please remember, this action is for people to approach, not to push away."

The distance between the two was so close that their lips could rub against each other while speaking.

Yin Linchu looked straight at Huo Qiao: "Then push him away, what should I do?"

"I do not know."

Huo Qiao said in a low voice, "I will never push you away."

Yin Linchu blinked, feeling that he couldn't lose: "Me too."

The corners of Huo Qiao's mouth curled up to both sides, and he felt that this sentence was enough.

He let go of his hand, and the two of them leaned back on the back of the chair side by side, looking forward, their cheeks were hot.

Although Yin Linchu didn't know why, he felt a little happy.

The scenery and lights outside the window flew by, and Yin Linchu's heartbeat eased, and he began to feel that something was wrong.

"Huo Qiao, did we forget something?"

Huo Qiao pondered for a moment, then slowly looked at Yin Linchu, and called out the name in unison: "Huo Yao!"

At the entrance of the golden theater where the audience gradually dispersed, Huo Yao in a long skirt trembled alone in the wind.

Seeing the car coming from a distance, obviously going back and forth, Huo Yao cried out.

Woohoo, love is gone, love is really gone.