The paranoid villain of the suspenseful text wants to monopolize me [Quick Transmigration]

Du Lin returned to the room, slightly tugged at the originally abstinent and meticulous neckline, looked in the mirror at the bright mark on his collarbone, and his face was serious.

[Human skin paper: This plot is completely broken, right? What would happen if the protagonist Gong Ye Zhifeng saw the scene just now? 】

[Du Lin: Probably humanitarian destruction. 】

[Human skin paper:? 】

[Du Lin: Let yourself choose the most gracious way to die, out of sight and out of sight. 】

【Human skin paper: ………】

[Du Lin: Don't worry, it's still stable. 】

On the second day, when Du Lin went downstairs, he was wearing a plaid-style men's scarf around his neck, which matched his complexion very well, and even brought out his elegant and handsome temperament.

Seeing Du Lin, Ye Zhifeng squinted his eyes, "Why are you wearing a scarf all of a sudden? Huh?"

The butler's expression was as docile as ever, "Sir, I caught a cold last night, and my throat felt a little uncomfortable, so I put on a scarf."

Sitting on the other side of the dining table, Ye Yangming seemed to be trying to suppress a smile. He lowered his head and buried it in the crook of his arms, his body trembling slightly, his slightly curled hair swaying, obviously in a good mood.

——I didn't expect this seemingly boring guy to have some ideas... Do you use a scarf to cover the bite marks?

——Should stay a little longer, let's see how he keeps around.

However, when he saw Du Lin's increasingly ugly face through the gap in his arms, Ye Yangming restrained his smile a little, raised his eyebrows in a heroic manner, and casually leaned on the back of the chair.

The lips parted slightly, without making a sound, just a playful hint——

—— "Tsk, I'll forgive you this time."

Silence returned to the dining table.

Ye Zhifeng didn't like other people talking when he was eating, he had absolute authority and status in the Ye family - except for the rebellious and rebellious Ye Yangming, few people dared to break this precept.

"Old guy, let me tell you something, I want your dear housekeeper to pick me up and send me to college every day in the future."

After finishing breakfast, throwing the bowls and chopsticks on the table, Ye Yangming said casually.

Ye Zhifeng frowned slightly after hearing this, and slowly put down the bowl he was carrying.

"Although I don't know what kind of tricks you want to play, it's not impossible for you to go to school on a sudden whim, but just find a servant."

The deep pupils were facing Ye Yangming directly, the smile on the corner of the mouth seemed a little cold, the man's joy and anger could not be seen clearly, there seemed to be some deep meaning between the eyebrows and eyes.

"As for Du Lin... I plan to take him to the company and make other arrangements."

Ye Yangming was a little unhappy, but he knew that in view of his parents, the old guy had a limit to his patience, and he could accommodate the disrespectful tone of voice. In case of conflict...

Thinking of this, Ye Yangming glanced at Du Lin with a threatening expression.

Du Lin assumed the role of the butler, obviously seeing Ye Yangming's warning.

The young butler's complexion paled slightly, and finally he tried his best to smile and said, "Sir, it's convenient for me, I can go to the company with you after delivering Mrs. Ye."

This rhetoric sounds like an excuse.

Seeing the leaving figures of Du Lin and Ye Yangming, Ye Zhifeng averted his gaze lightly, feeling a little bit displeased.

He seemed to be able to feel...that child who had been circling around him all the time, whose heart and eyes were full of him, had some unspeakable secret with his nephew.

——This kind of control beyond his palm made him a little uncomfortable.

——It's like a rose in the backyard... being taken by others first.

——Hope is just my own illusion.

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In the closed compartment, Ye Yangming was in a good mood, and casually lit a cigarette for himself.

The smoky atmosphere in the car made the air very cloudy, making Du Lin feel very uncomfortable, but when the butler thought that his handle was firmly held in this person's hand, he could only press his lips tightly. , without saying a word.

After flicking the cigarette ash, Ye Yangming saw Du Lin's forbearance, and seemed to find it very interesting, deliberately brought the cigarette closer to Du Lin, almost letting the little fire light burn to his earlobe.

The tone sounded extremely harsh.

"I've already promised you to be with me, why can't I bear the smell of smoke?"

Du Lin frowned and lowered his eyelashes.

Ye Yangming twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling upset when he saw him like this, and started talking nasty things that made people uncomfortable.

"Frown at me again, and put on an unhappy attitude... Be careful that I stuff the cigarette in your mouth, or in other places, so that you can experience it?"

The car stopped suddenly——

Jiangzhou University is here.

But this is not the point.

With a sound of "beep--", his fingers accidentally touched the button of the horn while pressing the position of the steering wheel. Du Lin's hands were slender and beautiful, and he was holding the steering wheel tightly at this moment, and his knuckles were slightly whitish.

Seeing him like this, Ye Yangming was taken aback for a moment, a trace of regret quickly flashed across his heart... and he also began to reflect on whether what he just said was too much.

"...Get out of the car." Du Lin gasped and said suppressing his inner emotions.

Ye Yangming scratched his hair a little annoyed.

He originally wanted to go back, but when he saw the black-haired young man biting his lips tightly, as if he was about to bite his lip, he finally squirmed his lips.

"Tsk."

After taking a deep look at Du Lin, Ye Yangming got out of the car and silently put his hands on Du Lin's car window.

Du Lin frowned again, and asked, "What else is there, Young Master Ye?"

Ye Yangming looked at him for a long time and smiled self-deprecatingly.

——If the person sitting next to you...was that old guy, you would definitely not talk to him in such a tone.

——I'm afraid he would have begged for mercy long ago if he wasn't a fart.

After a while, he tapped Du Lin's neck lightly with his fingers.

"Here...the scarf is not pulled properly, and the traces are exposed."

That voice was always rebellious... unexpectedly, at this moment, there was such a secret grievance.

"Don't you want to be seen by the old guy?"

"—Then just show it to me."

Du Lin: "..."

He looked down, only to realize that when he turned the steering wheel just now, he moved too much. The plaid scarf that was originally tightly wrapped was accidentally exposed, and his snow-colored skin was a bit swaying.

Du Lin's face was a little ugly, he covered all the exposed scarves obediently, ignored him, and the car started.

Ye Yangming was left alone smoking a cigarette.

And the blood on the parchment made Du Lin's scalp tingle.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Ye Yangming's favorability degree: 50%——Blackening degree: 10%——]

[Human skin paper: The favorability of the protagonist has increased again, host, do you have anything to say? 】

[Du Lin expressionless: ... Forgot love. 】

He no longer intends to take care of the emotional drama between the protagonist Gong and the protagonist Shou, anyway, he just needs to concentrate on playing the affectionate housekeeper of the protagonist Gong.

And at this moment, Du Lin's nose moved slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable, the smell of smoke in the car... why is it still there.

Du Lin raised his head, only then did he think of something.

He had obviously opened the car window, and the wind outside the window blew over, but it didn't blow away the turbid air left by the little wolf dog Ye Yangming in the car when he smoked...

Instead, the sporadic fires on the other side of the river were imprinted in his eyes.

Originally, it was just a few small and dancing flames, and then, as it came into contact with air and combustibles, it burned into large expanses of strange colors, dangerous to the point of blurring.

Doolin stopped the car.

His pupils narrowed slightly, "This is..."

The direction where the flames were burning was the Jiangzhou Orphanage.

——The plot line...moved forward?

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Bad Seed: Oh, the orphanage is on fire, this is the rhythm I can play, I can't wait [excitedly rubbing hands]