Terrorist attacks

Lin Xin felt cold all over. He first glanced at the two people opposite him, and then slowly turned his head. He saw a few people in suits and leather shoes not far away. One of them he knew was Qiao Yisheng's assistant. He had probably been with him for many years. Lin Xin met him two years ago, and met him frequently when he went to the villa the last few times.

Finally, he shifted his gaze to Qiao Yisheng. Although there were two people sitting across from each other, there was still some distance between them. Even if they spoke from this side, they could be vaguely heard.

He asked in a low voice:

"Aren't you busy today?"

Joe nodded in a low voice:

"It was originally, but it happened to be at this place. I saw you here, so I came over. The matter has been negotiated, and the rest can be left to the assistant."

When Lin Xin turned around, Li Qianqing and Yu Jie didn't look at him deliberately, they just nodded slightly at Qiao Yisheng. Lin Xin knew that Li Qianqing, who was famous in the shopping malls, had heard of Qiao Yisheng for a long time. After meeting Qiao Yisheng for the first time years ago, the cooperation was not successful. He went back to deal with Li Qianqing. He also reminded himself not to get in touch with this person easily. The sooner you stop, the better.

Of course, Lin Xin was embarrassed by the current situation, so he had to stand up, feeling drowsy, and couldn't find anything to say, so he introduced the two people on the opposite side: "Li Qianqing and Yu Jie are both my good friends. , one, very early...very early." Lin Xin felt that he was really incoherent, his mind was in a mess, but he was about to speak, but Qiao Yi asked him in a low voice: "How early? "

Lin Xin didn't hear clearly, so he looked over and raised his head:

"Um?"

"It's nothing, you continue."

Lin Xin tried his best to make his facial expressions natural:

"This is Qiao Yisheng. When I was in Hong Kong, the law firm was in charge of their company's business. Mr. Qiao also consulted me on some matters while in Beijing." Looking up at him again, his expression remained unchanged. Still calm and indifferent, he just nodded slightly towards the opposite side as a return gift.

Lin Xin added:

"Mr. Qiao is busy, come to say hello, and he is leaving." After speaking, he cast another glance at Qiao Yisheng.

Qiao Yi laughed and said:

"Not busy. Lawyer Lin still owes me a meal. Let's invite you together today."

Lin Xin knew that he was referring to the evening meal. This weekend, Lin Xin got off work early and rarely had time to cook. Qiao Yisheng had been waiting for it for a long time.

Yu Jie handed over the menu and asked Qiao to order again.

Lin Xin had no choice but to sit down silently.

Qiao Yin sat next to him, and when Lin Xin saw the dishes were on the table, he would do his best to serve Yu Jie as a landlord, letting him have a taste. Other times, he really had nothing to do.

Finally, the secret steamed crabs came up. Lin Xin picked up the biggest one and handed it over: "Crabs are the best in this season. They are oily but not greasy, and the crab meat is tender. Try it."

Yu Jie took it, thanked him, and was taken by Li Qianqing:

"You didn't feel well for the past two days. This food is cold in nature. Don't eat too much." After speaking, peel off the crab's legs and shell, pick out the crab meat and crab roe, and put them in his bowl.

Lin Xin didn't care about what Li Qianqing said, Qiao Yisheng was sitting next to him, his heart was hanging in the air and he couldn't get down.Giving food to Yu Jie is like an instinct, and it can't be changed. Only at this time did he realize that something was wrong, and he became more sober.

What kind of person is Qiao Yisheng, who knows everything, but never keeps his face, and solves everything silently behind his back.This kind of person, meeting Buddhas and killing Buddhas, encountering demons and slaying demons, Lin Xin thought that he knew him well, but for some reason, he always ignored the cruel determination in his bones.

When he was introduced just now, Lin Xin's remarks were obviously not the answer Qiao Yisheng wanted, but his expression remained unchanged and he silently accepted it.

Later, he gave Yu Jie some food, but he didn't respond at all. Thinking about it now, he felt even more uneasy.

He ignored Qiao Yisheng's feelings, and also ignored the predatory nature in his bones. It is really unknown what will happen next, but he has a vague premonition that these actions of his may implicate others again.

The meal was tasteless and the atmosphere was strange. Lin Xin said that Sun Wei was not there, and when he came back another day, he must invite him again to enjoy himself.

After sending the two of them into the car and driving a long way, Lin Xin turned around and saw Qiao Yisheng standing behind.

"You like that?"

Lin Xin only knew that he had seen through it. It happened many years ago. He realized it later and had no room to intervene. It is hard for him to say what it feels like now.

Lin Xin was speechless, and got into the car silently, and Qiao Yisheng came up after him, seeing him sitting quietly in the corner, his heart was soft and sour, an indescribable feeling.

Halfway through the car, Lin Xin kept looking out of the car window, only then did he realize something was wrong, and asked him: "This road is very unfamiliar, I haven't walked it much, where are you going?"

Qiao Yisheng did not turn his head, and his reply was also cold:

"my home."

Lin Xin was thinking about many things inexplicably all the way, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became. In the end, the scene of Qiao Yisheng looking at him just now appeared frequently in his mind.This man, who was favored by the years, also experienced vicissitudes at that moment, as if all thoughts were lost, and everything went away, only himself, still staying in the same place alone.

Lin Xin was moved in his heart, and wanted to go up, give him a hug, or simply hold his hands, so that he would not feel so uncomfortable.Lin Xin had never seen this kind of gloomy look in his eyes. Qiao Yisheng was always dazzled and blurred in front of him, with high spirits, occasionally frowning, or contemplating, all of which were very good-looking.But just now, his eyes were full of fleeting years, and the situation was bleak.

But Lin Xin was still sitting. As soon as he got in the car, he sat in the back seat, huddled in the corner, and wanted to separate the two of them. He was quiet for a while, blowing the cold wind, and he was able to think of an excuse to stop Qiao Yan from acting rashly.

Qiao Yisheng was even more chilled, and after a meal, he completely weighed his weight in Lin Xin's heart. After all, his heart was not high. I hope Lin Xin likes it, take everything slowly, at least not be disliked, only then will I have the opportunity to continue contacting.Why now, after hearing such casual introductions and polite remarks, I feel disheartened and embarrassing. Lin Xin only gave him a good face for two days, and he just sat on the ground asking for the price. Do you have deep affection for him, and miss you with faith?

It's all nonsense!

Lin Xin was sitting in the back, the car was empty, there was a little distance between the two of them, it was deserted, Qiao Yisheng was just disappointed at first, but Lin Xin was sitting in the back, which made him lose control, he felt as if he was disgusted, so he had to stay far away .

But after all, he is different from ordinary people in Chengfu, that is, that one glance revealed his emotions, but he quickly adjusted his expression as usual.

Qiao Yisheng drove the car to his apartment in the urban area, Lin Xin followed him out of the car, and was speechless for a while.

"You're tired too, go up and have a good rest, I'll call you for dinner."

Qiao Yi led him upstairs, arranged for him to sleep in the master bedroom, and left by himself.

I have been busy all afternoon with business matters. I would have left it to others to handle it, but I took it over to do it myself.

When he returned home at night, Lin Xin had already woken up, was busy in the kitchen with bare feet in his pajamas, watched from a distance, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, very thin.

Qiao Yisheng seemed to be tempted by him, so he couldn't help walking over, watching carefully behind him, Lin Xin was making soup, ribs and radishes were mixed together, plain and simple, without extra gimmicks, remembering the last time when he was cooking, Zuo The ingredients and side dishes were poured down together, so clumsy and cute, I guess it will be the same this time, but the soup has an unbelievably long-lasting aroma, making Qiao Yisheng unable to bear it and get closer.

"Why are you barefoot, so many pairs of shoes, none of which fit you?"

Lin Xin was startled. Originally, he lowered his head slightly, opened the lid of the pot, and took a mouthful of the soup with a spoon. He wanted to taste it, but his hand turned away. The soup was just boiling in the pot. Tongue, unable to speak, until Qiao Yisheng noticed something strange, turned his body over, and examined it carefully, Lin Xin's face was flushed, his breathing was short of breath, and his eyes were wet.

Qiao Yisheng didn't care much, pinched his chin, forced him to open his mouth, the tip of his tongue was red, obviously injured, if he moved a little, he could see Lin Xin frowning slightly.

Helped him to sit down in the living room, fed him anti-inflammatory drugs, still very distressed, seeing that he didn't talk much, Qiao Yi guessed that the injury might be serious, immediately took out the externally applied wound medicine, and called the family to consult The doctor, who almost tied a huge gauze bow on his tongue, directly treated him as a serious patient.

As a result, the doctor was trembling when asked by him on the phone, but he just said that there is no need to make such a big show, and it would be natural to pay attention to diet.

Qiao Yisheng just woke up a little, and went to the kitchen to make dinner.

Lin Xin was embarrassed for a while, calmed down for a moment, walked over and said:

"Don't worry about it, it's an apology for your hand."

Qiao Yisheng thought that he said tit for tat, mutual settlement, and refused to stay, so he stopped talking.

For dinner, Qiao Yisheng was afraid that the food would be too hard, and Lin Xin would feel uncomfortable when he touched the wound, so he used the radish rib soup he cooked to cook porridge, and fed it to him spoon by spoon.

Lin Xin laughed:

"I hurt my tongue, not my hand. There's no need to do this. Isn't your right hand still healed?"

Qiao Yisheng blew the porridge cold, and carefully put it into his mouth, but didn't speak.

After feeding, Qiao Yisheng packed up the dishes and went straight to the study.

Lin Xin also felt that the atmosphere was oppressive, but he didn't understand Qiao Yisheng's thoughts, so he went back to the bedroom silently, rinsed, and thought over and over again, but he was too tired, and gradually fell asleep with the quilt in his arms.

Qiao suppressed his voice until the early morning, but couldn't bear it anymore, so he came in after thinking about it, and took a look at him to check if he was sleeping soundly.

Lin Xin didn't sleep honestly, and often used the quilt as a pillow. Qiao Yisheng was afraid that he would freeze. Although he didn't sleep with him for a long time, he had figured out his habits, and turned on the heating in the room every time. Gao, the quilt was also torn from his hands many times, and he was hugged in his arms. At this time, Lin Xin would consciously wrap himself around him, hanging on him tightly like an octopus. , and there was no other reaction, just buried his head in his chest, and occasionally rubbed it lightly, Qiao Yi endured the pain, just kissed him gently, or slowly fondled him, or hugged him hard.

Qiao Yi entered the bedroom, and Lin Xin was already shrunk into a ball, with the quilt in his arms, and the other part covering his buttocks, although he was wearing a nightgown, the silk fabric fluttered and twisted. Like dancing, the lightness extends to the calf, which still makes people imagine.Especially against his white and bare ankles and neck, as well as the slightly undulating and graceful back in his sleep, Qiao Yi's voice can't be moved.