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"Lin Qingqian, I have a question." Song Qingyue fell limply into Lin Qingqian's arms, playing with her hair, winding it around her fingers.

Lin Qingqian let the child vent her dissatisfaction, and said lazily, "Ask."

Song Qingyue took a deep breath, scratched his head in distress, considered his words for a long time, and finally asked carefully: "Why are you... yes, why do you want to lie down?"

Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin, has super physical strength and super A temperament, but he is actually a Mr. 0 who wants to lie down in his heart?Who will believe it?

Lin Qing sighed, put Song Qingyue down from her arms, then nestled into her arms, closed her eyes, and asked casually, "Do you think I'm tired from work?"

"Tired." Song Qingyue replied honestly.

Such a big Lin family, now Lin Zhiyin has almost let go of him, and all the big stalls have been left to Lin Qingqian.

Not to mention that Lin Qingqian still had to compete with Xie Jia and Xie Zhengbang. The internal power transition was not yet smooth and there was going to be an external war. It was impossible to say that he was not tired.

"That's right, look," Lin Qingqian sniffed the warm fragrance on Song Qingyue's body, and felt a little sleepy again, "I'm so tired during the day, reading documents, holding meetings and quarreling with people to discuss business are all mental work, mental work Excessive consumption, and I have to do physical work at night..." She bit the word "dry" very hard, which made the child's face turn red.

"So it's okay if I want to lie down?" Lin Qingqian concluded.

Song Qingyue complained: "Then you broke free from that toy before." She thought Lin Qingqian couldn't accept it.

Lin Qingqian didn't feel sleepy when she said this, she put on a tiger face, opened her eyes, and pinched the child's greasy little face, "Are you still ashamed to say that?"

She is a dignified Mr. Lin, can she accept being handcuffed to the bed?This is not a question of the top and bottom, but a question of dignity (face).

Song Qingyue stared back without hesitation: "How dare you say that?!" He repeated Lin Qingqian's words, but his tone rose several degrees, "Are you going to settle old scores with me?"

She could now see that the leather straps were all shaded.

The subconscious is the psychological shadow of weak legs.

Lin Qingqian was speechless for a while, and then turned over the old score again, "Then if you don't kick me, can I come up with that kind of trick?"

Song Qingyue's chest rose and fell sharply, and finally found that... he couldn't turn over.

She looked at Lin Qingqian bitterly for a long time, then pushed her forcefully from one side of the bed to the other, turned her head angrily, and turned her back to her.

Lin Qingqian helplessly looked at Song Qingyue who started to play petty temper after being unreasonable, smiled, swam over to wrap her arms around Song Qingyue's waist, and kissed the big snowy skin on her back, "Good boy, Qingyue, don't you?" It was my fault for being angry."

Her hand on Song Qingyue's waist was also slowly moving up, eager to try.

With a dark face, Song Qingyue pressed Lin Qingqian's restless paw, and said angrily, "Aren't you afraid that I will kick you?"

"Where did we...be?" The usually sharp-tongued Mr. Lin couldn't answer at this time, and just wanted to forcefully change the topic of death.

Song Qingyue saw the small thoughts of this guy who couldn't coax others, and followed her wishes to borrow the donkey.She turned over, hugged Lin Qingqian, put her head on her shoulder, thought for a while, "Tell me why you want to lie down."

The two looked at each other.

How did the topic go wrong?

Lin Qingqian recalled her argument for a while, and made a summary of the previous chat: "It's just that I always carry it, and it's hard to save face, so I couldn't accept it at first."

Don't you see, Luo Zhu lost all face after being beaten by Zhugong in the forest and experienced the death Shura field.

Song Qingyue felt that it made sense: "Lin Qingqian, you need to change your mentality."

Lin Qingqian nodded approvingly, "I think so too." How comfortable it is to be able to lie down and lie down.

"I have a way," the child's eyes sparkled, "in the future, when you are outside, don't put on airs, and let go slowly."

Lin Qing frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly shuddered, unable to accept it.

She has always been public and private, and it is a bit shameful to put her image in front of children in front of the public at this time.

Lin Qingqian honestly explained her concerns to Song Qingyue, but was met with a blank stare.

Song Qingyue poked at the soft flesh in her waist: "Is it public or private? Ask Liu Dong who impeached you for investing [-] million yuan in "Lone Wolf". He wants to paste 'Private use of public equipment' on your forehead." .”

Also, she didn't want to show the soft Lin Qingqian to the public, she wished she could hide it and only let herself watch and "play".

"What I mean is, when we meet our acquaintances, we can be a little less serious, such as Sister Zhu Gong, Xie Wenting, Luo Yong and Li Dao, they can still be more real." Song Qingyue explained.

Lin Qingqian rubbed her chin, "This is fine."

So there was Lin Qingqian, who Zhu Gong and Jin Shan saw, who were aggrieved and humming.

Lin Qingqian and Song Qingyue also made a bet: How long can a certain Lin last?

Lin Qingqian said that even acquaintances are a little embarrassed, and they will still be embarrassed, and they will persist for a week at most.

Song Qingyue said disdainfully that Lin would be "really fragrant".

After leaving the Zhugong ward, Lin Qingqian no longer clings to Song Qingyue like a cartilaginous monster—after all, maybe some of the medical staff who come and go know them?

Song Qingyue put his hand into Lin Qingqian's coat pocket, interlocked his fingers with her, raised his head slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Sister Zhugong, what will happen to them?"

Lin Qingqian shook the hot hand in her palm, feeling the burning heat, "After taking such a strong medicine, there should be some progress."

The two got into the car, Lin Qingqian smiled at the driver, "Go to Xie Wengu."

The driver was sent by Xie Wengu, and he lowered the baffle with great insight.

Lin Qingqian slipped into Song Qingyue's arms in an instant, and Song Qingyue hugged her tightly with a suppressed smile: Someone really smelled good in less than a day.

She decided not to expose Lin Qingqian, but continued the topic just now: "The medicine is too strong, they won't really just be like that."

Lin Qingqian childishly played with Song Qingyue's hand, pinched her nails, and said lazily, "No, the two of you can't let go of the other, and there is no real conflict, and we will make up soon."

"I left the bamboo cup in Xiangjiang for a few days, and there will always be progress."

While talking, Lin Qingqian's cell phone rang suddenly as if killing her.

At first glance, it belonged to Li Zimu.

The two looked at each other, suddenly flustered.

They... seem to have forgotten something.

Lin Qingqian picked up the phone tremblingly, turned on the speakerphone, and Li Zimu's roar came from the opposite side: "Tonight's celebration banquet, where are you guys?"

Song Qingyue hugged Lin Qingqian who was curled up in a ball, and stroked her head to show her encouragement.

Lin Qingqian coughed twice: "Director Li, we may not be able to make it tonight."

Li Zimu on the other side jumped up angrily: "Why, is it the least important thing to be with me? One time is not enough and there will be a second time. Where are you two now? Come back quickly!"

"We are in Xiangjiang." Lin Qingqian pretended to be calm and narrated, "Director Li...it's not that we want to coddle, it's just that every time we happen to encounter very important things."

Li Zimu laughed back angrily: "What is more important than "Lone Wolf" breaking one billion in five days? Tell me about it."

Song Qingyue said to himself in a daze: "So tall?"

Lin Qingqian was racking his brains to match up with Xie Zhengbang, and he was racking his brains to keep up with Lin Qingqian's rhythm, but he really didn't have the energy to pay attention to these.Some variety shows and interviews used for publicity were recorded years ago, and they can be broadcast directly at this time, so I didn't pay much attention to them.

"I'm plotting against the Xie family." Lin Qingqian said with a wry smile, "When I'm done with this work, come to the celebration banquet."

Li Zimu walked around angrily, and could explode at any moment: "Give me an exact time!"

Lin Qingqian hesitated for a while, glanced at Song Qingyue, and said hesitantly, "Another five days?"

Li Zimu: "..."

"You'd better do what you say." An angry Director Li hung up the phone.

After Lin Qingqian answered the phone, she collapsed into Song Qingyue's arms again, moaning, "Qingyue, I don't want to work anymore."

"Okay," Song Qingyue ruffled Lin Qingqian's beautiful hair, and said with a smile, "you talk to mom."

The paralyzed Lin Qing sighed lightly.

The driver's voice came from the intercom: "Boss Lin, Miss Yue, we're here."

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Xie Wengu drooped his head, exuding "mourning" all over his body, listening to Xie Wenting's nagging, he nodded perfunctorily.

This is what they saw when they opened the door.

Xie Wengu looked up and saw Lin Qingqian, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he stood up happily: "Qingqian, you are here."

Lin Qingqian frowned slightly: When did they become so familiar?

Song Qingyue looked at the man vigilantly, stepped forward, and took Lin Qingqian's hand.

Xie Wengu didn't realize the sudden vigilance of the two people in front of him - he was just happy that he didn't have to listen to Xie Wenting's nagging. Who knows why Xie Wenting has become more and more nagging recently, and he used to pretend to be deep and not talk much Xie Wenting looked pleasing to the eye.

"Come and sit." He graciously opened up the seats for the two of them, and poured tea, his eyes were rolled into thin slits, and he looked quite happy.

Xie Wenting sighed, feeling that there was probably something wrong with this person, like a husky that saw its master come home, wagging its tail like a hot wheel.

Song Qingyue took the tea from Xie Wengu, looked at him suspiciously, took a sip, and passed it to Lin Qingqian.

Lin Qingqian looked at Song Qingyue who was blowing up with a funny face, touched her head, and said to the two in a gentle voice, "We didn't finish talking yesterday, let's continue today."

When it came to business, Xie Wengu became serious again, "Now everyone in Xiangjiang knows that you, Mr. Lin, are here. You haven't visited Xie Zhengbang, but you have come to me directly. Those Xiaoxiao who were eager to try all stopped their movements and waited and watched. .”

"How much does Xie Zhengbang know about the existence of Wenting?" Lin Qingqian asked after pondering for a while.

Xie Wenting shook his head, "I didn't know it at first, but once I was released from prison, it was basically put on the bright side. He is not a fool. He probably realized that there was something wrong with my rebellion 20 years ago."

"That's it," Lin Qing smiled, "It's okay, it's not a big problem."

"We will deal with Xie Wenfei first according to what we talked about yesterday."

The author has something to say: Guess how Xie Wenfei was crushed to death?All the clues are given~

... Today is cold knowledge cold knowledge...

Xiao Song: Lin Qingqian, why do you eat pineapple? !

Kobayashi was a little confused: Why can't I eat it?

Xiao Song: I know, you are tempting me.

Kobayashi: What? ? ?

Xiao Song held Xiao Lin down and slowly slid down.

Xiao Song licked the corner of his lips: Well, after eating the pineapple, the water really became sweeter.

It comes from Xiao Huanghua Xiao Song who has read a lot of strange and cold knowledge~