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"Zhu Gong, how are you?" Lin Qingqian led Song Qingyue into the ward carrying fruit, and saw Jin Shan and Zhu Gong who were angry with each other.

She looked at the rare Jin Shan with "I'm very angry" written on her face brightly and the Zhu Gong who was at a loss, put the fruit beside the bed helplessly, sat down, and leaned comfortably in Song Qingyue's arms, "Tell me, What's wrong?"

Jin Shan stood up, with a cold face, and said to Lin Qingqian, "Boss Lin, I'm going out first."

"What are you doing? Stay!" Lin Qingqian frowned, pointing to the seat.

"I won't take part in Lin's internal affairs." Jin Shan was so stubborn that he dared to directly confront Lin Qingqian, causing Song Qingyue to look at her in surprise.

Zhu Gong subconsciously wanted to criticize: "How did you talk to Mr. Lin? I taught you..." She swallowed the rest of the words.

Jin Shan turned her head, glanced at Zhu Gong who had her head down and couldn't see her face, and sat down in silence.

Lin Qingqian looked at the pair and felt a headache. She sighed and poked Song Qingyue, her voice aggrieved: "I don't want to worry about them anymore."

Jin Shan's tiger body shook, and she stared at the suddenly tender Lin Boss with wide eyes, and suddenly noticed that today it was Boss Lin who was hugged by Miss Yue.

Long live!A puffer fish that was still angry before instantly turned into a melon-eating one, and Yun quickly looked at Zhugong.

She also happened to see the same shock in the eyes of Zhu Gong who turned her head: Is this a pair against each other?

The two first exchanged each other's emotions, and then their bodies stiffened suddenly.

This damn CP tacit understanding.

Of course Song Qingyue knew Lin Qingqian's intentions in doing this, but it was rare that Lin Qingqian showed softness in front of outsiders, so that her vanity, which was almost beaten up this morning, recovered a little bit, coughed lightly, and cooperated with Lin Qingqian's acting , "Then let me ask."

Lin Qing nodded, and lay faceless in Song Qingyue's arms, closing her eyes wearily.

It's not that I was tired last night, it's that I was a little tired this morning.

With a big movement, the fabric of the neckline was slightly torn apart, revealing a piece of red color caused by a slight rupture of subcutaneous capillaries.

Jin Shan took another deep breath, and was about to stamp her feet and scream.

The body consciously controlled itself - because usually at this time, Assistant Zhu would gently pinch the skin of the back of his neck like picking up their big orange to warn, and a certain complex reflex formed over time.

The nape of the neck was suddenly slid by cold fingertips, and Jin Shan's body stiffened suddenly.

The fingertips were retracted even faster.

Jin Shan counted silently in her heart: one, two, three.

She raised her head and saw Assistant Zhu looking at her fingers in a daze.

Song Qingyue looked at this strange but tacit interaction, and couldn't help but whisper to Lin Qingqian: "Your method is very clever."

Lin Qingqian raised her head slightly, and bit her ear: "Of course, who am I?"

Just shameless.

But when did Mr. Lin lose face?

Song Qingyue coughed twice, and then sat upright—except Lin Qingqian who was holding a grunting Lin Qingqian in his hand, and asked, "Do you know Assistant Zhu's background, Jin Shan?"

Jin Shan looked at Zhu Gong's suddenly cold face, nodded slightly: "My mother told me."

"Then you forgive her?" Song Qingyue felt that things went more smoothly than he imagined.

"No," Jin Shan stubbornly shook her head, "Mom has been crying for a long time."

She had never seen her mother cry so heartbreakingly since she was a child, and she was so uncomfortable that she couldn't breathe.

I can understand a little bit, but it must not be a fun thing to make my mother cry.

Zhu Gong slowly grabbed the snow-white bed sheet, and his fingertips didn't even have a trace of blood.

Jin Shan peeked at her, looked at her darkened face, the corner of her lips with a mocking smile, and her heart began to beat strangely again.

Song Qingyue looked at the two people who clearly had feelings for each other but hadn't realized it yet, and sighed: "Jin Shan, think about the experience of Zhu Gong."

"My parents love each other. Although life is a bit difficult, it is very fun. But after my father passed away unfortunately, my mother immediately remarried and became the rich man's little... rich man's concubine, what do you think?"

Jin Shan lowered her head in a daze, grasping the quilt with her fingers helplessly.

Lin Qingqian looked at the two of them, one was grabbing the quilt and the other was pulling the bed sheet, they were a good match.

She suddenly said lazily: "Jin Shan, you should resign from Lin's today."

"Boss Lin?!" Just as Jin Shan was about to speak, another hurried and puzzled voice rang out. She looked at Zhu Gong, who rarely showed an anxious expression, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Boss Lin, Jinshan hasn't been thoroughly trained yet, so it might not be appropriate to suddenly take over as the Patriarch of the Xie family. Even if there is still a while, he can't leave immediately."

Lin Qingqian waved her hand, "Leave Jinshan's stuff to me to direct from now on." She looked at Zhugong gently, "You should also teach a student you really like, don't keep thinking about other people's wishes."

Hearing Lin Qingqian's words, Zhu Gong was a little stunned.

Jin Shan stood up suddenly and rushed out of the ward.

She ran straight to the end of the corridor, her skirt floating feebly, floating up and down in the air, like duckweed.

She, Jin Shan, the dignified second-generation little princess of the Xie family, suddenly seemed like a bereaved dog that no one wanted, she just wanted to escape from that narrow, breathless place.

Jin Shan's chest heaved slightly, feeling that the air was too dull, so she pushed open the window forcefully.

There was a thunder in the sky, and it rained.

She touched her face, and tears rolled down her face.

In the ward, Zhu Gong lowered his head and said softly, "You're right." Then he fell into confusion and thinking.

Song Qingyue pinched the soft flesh on Lin Qingqian's waist in dissatisfaction, and while Zhu Gong was not paying attention to them, said in a low voice, "You didn't follow the script, isn't this the next scene?"

"Severe illness requires strong medicine." Lin Qingqian turned her head and whispered to her, "Look at the original script, the two of them will definitely not get the hang of it."

"Then how do we act next?" Song Qingyue complained, "Play freely?"

"Let's be free."

As a result, the two actresses started to play.

"Lin Qingqian, what are you doing?" Song Qingyue pushed the paralyzed Lin Qingqian dissatisfiedly, "How can you talk like that."

Lin Qingqian lazily continued, "What's wrong with me?"

"Isn't Jin Shan a student of Sister Zhu Gong?"

"What are you thinking about?" Lin Qingqian pinched her face, "It's just to repay her kindness."

Song Qingyue seemed to be dissatisfied and muttered: "It's just to repay the favor? Just to repay the favor and carry her around everywhere? Just to repay the favor and bring her home and allow her to grab the big orange tail? I have heard the secretary's staff complain several times. Assistant Zhu treats one more than another Well, a bowl of water is uneven."

Zhu Gong was about to grab something, Song Qingyue added leisurely, "Sister Zhu Gong obviously sees Jin Shan as a student."

is it?

Listening to the conversation between the two, Zhu Gong fell into a daze again.

"Even if Zhu Gong regards Jin Shan as a student, you still have to see if Jin Shan regards her as a teacher." Lin Qingqian added dissatisfiedly, "How can a student dare to yell at the teacher like this or even point fingers? Ask Zhugong if he was extremely respectful when he was doing things in front of mother?"

Zhu Gong almost nodded slightly, thinking of Jin Shan's usual attitude towards him, he frowned.

She looked at the wide open door of the ward, feeling a little anxious, and wanted to pull Jin Shan back to question her.

Lin Qingqian seemed to have thought of something, and smiled helplessly, "Zhu Gong, I have something else to do, I'm leaving first, you are just overthinking, the doctor said there is nothing wrong, take good care of your illness, and leave it to me from the Xie family."

Zhu Gong nodded, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lin."

"It's okay." Lin Qingqian waved his hands, muttering inadvertently, "But you didn't think too much when you were the busiest. What happened recently that can make you uneasy."

Zhu Gong lowered his head and looked at his hand.

"Don't worry, Mr. Lin, I will return to work immediately." Zhu Gong issued a military order, "By the way, you and Miss Yue?"

Lin Qingqian coughed twice, "It's just a bet."

It starts with this morning.

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This morning

"What conditions?" Song Qingyue supported the bed, straightened up, put his hands around Lin Qingqian's waist, kissed her chin, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and rubbed against her.

The main reason was that Lin Qingqian didn't want Lin Qingqian to see her face smiling like a fool.

Lin Qingqian ran her fingers through Song Qingyue's hair, stroked her temples, and said slowly, "Exercise well."

The meaning behind this condition is more complicated, in short:

Lin Qingqian was not fed.

Song Qingyue's face turned red and turned into a cooked shrimp, his lips trembled slightly, and then he pressed his lips in grief and anger, angrily: "Didn't you say it's not bad?"

Lin Qingqian worked hard to correct someone's biased concept: "There is no conflict between good taste and small portion."

Xiao Song lowered his head in embarrassment.

"When you think about my 'chef', the portions are so full that you keep clamoring 'more' every time, and look at you again," Lin Qingqian continued to add fuel to the fire, poking at Song Qingyue's Little head, "Are you a little ashamed?"

Song Qing gnawed heavily on Lin Qingqian's collarbone, strangled Lin Qingqian's waist with his fingers, and turned over.

"That's because I only carry one with me." Someone viciously defended himself, and was about to start a morning exercise to prove that he was not weak.

Although Lin Qingqian was pressed down by the child, she had a disdainful and disdainful look in her eyes.

"Really? I don't believe it."

The child blocked her lips, gnawing and biting.

What a nasty mouth.

After a hearty morning exercise, Lin Qing's breathing was slightly short of breath, and her skin was rosy.

Song Qingyue gasped for breath.

Lin Qing raised her eyebrows slightly, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, propped her chin to look at Song Qingyue who was panting and rubbing her hands, and meaningfully maintained the child's fragile dignity: "Okay, okay, I believe it."

The child whimpered and buried himself in Lin Qingqian's neck without looking up.

Lin Qingqian lowered her head and lifted the child's chin, kissed her lips tenderly, turned over, and reversed offense and defense again.

Song Qingyue grabbed the bed sheet under him with confused eyes, and involuntarily pressed Lin Qingqian's head with his slender hands, biting his lips tightly, defending his dignity.

It has to be said that Lin Qingqian opened his mouth, which is a bit useful.

The author has something to say: Xiao Song is really, too weak, sigh...