Known: The director of a certain department in the forest that was exposed to the rape/rape scandal is a related household;

It is also known that Lin Qingqian wants to take the opportunity to rectify the Lin family;

Conclusion: Just as I was about to sleep, someone stuffed a pillow.

If it wasn't for Lin Qingqian's determination that this was a logical and normal development, she would have doubted that she had such an aura of a protagonist.

Song Qingyue walked out of the bathroom rubbing his arms, and saw Lin Qingqian was making phone calls in front of the window and making arrangements.

"Relevant surveillance videos must be obtained and archived."

"Yes, archive, don't destroy."

"Find our own editor and make several different versions of the video, preferably pointing to different endings."

"There is no need to suppress public opinion for the time being. The more explosive the public opinion, the better. The people behind him will take action to suppress public opinion. We will just wait and see how it changes. But don't but don't cut his relationship with the forest. We still have to take the opportunity to attack."

"But we must separate the relationship between the announcement of "The Lone Wolf" and this matter, and don't let this matter affect the box office of the Lone Wolf."

Lin Qingqian uttered words like a cannonball, playing with a pen in her hand, opposite Lin Zhiyin's new secretary to Lin Qingqian - an old man who was also by her side.

After the secretary finished recording, he asked as usual: "Do you want to tell Director Lin about this?"

Lin Qingqian thought for a while, then said softly, "Tell Mom, but please bring her a word."

"You say."

"What you promised me, no matter who it is, it's useless to plead in front of you."

The secretary was obviously taken aback, and there was a long silence on the phone.

"Is there any problem?" Lin Qingqian frowned impatiently.

"May I ask a question," the secretary sighed softly, "Are you going to make a move to the top, how high?"

Lin Qingqian paused while playing with the pen, thinking of the members of the board of directors, an inexplicable smile appeared on her face: "Let's see how big a fish you can catch along this line," she said casually, "What if there is?"

The secretary stopped asking, "Yes, Mr. Lin."

Song Qingyue looked at Lin Qingqian, who looked a little displeased under the cold moonlight, walked over, and hugged her from behind.

"what happened again?"

Lin Qingqian froze, held Song Qingyue's hand, turned her head and asked, "How much have you heard?"

Song Qingyue frowned instantly, looked at Lin Qingqian's guilty face, and asked instead, "What do you not want me to know?"

What she heard was Lin Qingqian saying that there was no need to suppress public opinion, and she only heard a few bits and pieces about the surveillance.

Song Qingyue looked at Lin Qingqian who pursed his lips and was reluctant to speak, and was a little annoyed. He pinched Lin Qingqian's soft waist with his hands: "You promised me that you would not hide anything from me!"

Lin Qing took a deep breath, turned around, and hugged Song Qingyue who was wearing a thin bathrobe, resting her head on her shoulder, without saying a word.

The same wet long hair of the two was intertwined, dripping with water.

Lin Qingqian shivered, feeling a little cold.

Song Qingyue patted Lin Qingqian's back subconsciously, feeling the fragility in her thin body, and his tone slowed down: "What's wrong?"

She couldn't see Lin Qingqian's expression, but Lin Qingqian moaned and chirped from her shoulder: "You are fierce."

Song Qingyue burst out laughing, and coaxed, "I was wrong, I'm not going to kill you, what happened?"

Lin Qingqian hugged Song Qingyue, with a deep sense of guilt on her face, but an annoyed sigh came from her mouth: "A department manager in the forest, when he was on a business trip overseas, raped the staff of the overseas company who communicated with him. , has now been arrested by the police station, our people are in contact and plan to release him on bail."

Song Qingyue looked a little displeased, and patted Lin Qingqian on the head: "Why are you on bail? Why do you keep this kind of scum who abuses women?"

Lin Qingqian straightened her waist, with a strange expression on her face, and pulled the child's moist face after taking a bath: "This must be because your thinking is rigid."

"He raped men."

Song Qingyue was stunned, scratching his head: "Is it the female supervisor?"

"Male supervisor."

Song Qingyue was stunned, and murmured: "This is the first time."

It's really not that her thinking is rigid, but that the success of rape often means that there is a huge difference in physical strength. The same two men, when trying to resist, the chance of success is too small.

This is why so many years after the legalization of same-sex marriage, more than [-]% of the rape/rape cases are still men assaulting women.

Lin Qingqian thought silently: This is also the reason why this matter can be operated.

"Then just laying him off and making an announcement should be all right?" Song Qingyue looked at Lin Qingqian strangely, "Why don't you suppress public opinion, and don't do anything?"

Lin Qingqian hesitated for a while, then sighed: "Let me tell you this," she carefully considered her words, "The supervisor was sent in to be gilded, and he belongs to the backdoor party. His attitude has always been friendly, of course I can lay off him directly, but I have to give an explanation to the people behind him."

"What else do I need to explain?" Song Qingyue patted Lin Qingqian's head, thinking that this person's brain would not be flooded, "Is there any reason for laying off such a serious matter?"

Lin Qing sighed, and put the child into her arms again: "You have to know, in the upper circles, our Lin family has always been a clean stream."

Lin Tianze Mr. Lin and his wife are a couple in need. They can share adversity and happiness together. The only mistake they made was Lin Zhide.

I won't mention Lin Zhiyin's messy things, but from the outside world, she and Mu Huacheng can be regarded as loving each other, and it is also a good story to support each other.

In the third-generation circle, compared to other people's corrupt private life—compared to the previous Luo Zhu, he was pretty clean.Lin Qingqian was out of place in it, and it's no exaggeration to say that she can get out of the mud without being stained.

"Qingyue, in the eyes of other people, this kind of life style issue is not a big deal at all, whether it's domestic or foreign. The Epstein case abroad has been criticized for so long, isn't it still a mystery." Lin Qingqian rubbed The child's head, "I want to get rid of him, and I want other reasons, such as economic problems, such as other illegal and criminal facts."

Song Qingyue nodded unhappily: "Okay, I can accept it, but your arrangements are more than that."

Lin Qing smiled slightly: "Yes, didn't I tell you before? Whether it's the forest or the Lin family, there are too many people who are squeezed in because of their relationship. Some of them eat inside and outside, and some paddle Fishing, and what’s more, I have been trying to solve things like him that are harmful to the company’s image, but I can’t find the reason. This time, I will use the momentum of public opinion to clean Lin’s from bottom to top. Of course, public opinion cannot be suppressed immediately.”

Song Qingyue nodded thoughtfully, and looked at Lin Qingqian with some admiration: "This is a blessing in disguise. If you follow your ideas, you can turn a bad thing into a good thing this time."

She hugged Lin Qingqian and rubbed her shoulders: "So why were you hesitant at first, thinking that I would oppose you?"

"Don't you think you'll think I don't do anything?" Lin Qingqian complained, "That person is a scumbag, and I want to protect this scumbag from the beginning."

"It's fine if you don't protect him in the end." Song Qingyue happily kissed her face.

"Ah."

If Song Qingyue could see Lin Qingqian's face, he would realize that she was lying.

In her eyes, there was no wave in the ancient well, but when she looked closely, there were dense struggles and guilt in her eyes.

Not telling the whole truth is also lying.

Lin Qingqian quickly changed the subject, hugged the child and lay down on the water bed, resting her chin on the child's head, feeling her wet and soft hair: "When are you leaving?"

Song Qingyue was easily taken away from the topic, and curled up in Lin Qingqian's arms, with an unhappy expression on his face: "Tomorrow's plane."

In fact, the air ticket had been bought a long time ago, and it was still in the hands of Lin Qingqian, but neither of them mentioned it yet.

How long has it been since we met, and it's been more than ten days since we parted.

Song Qingyue played with Lin Qingqian's hair, making it curl in his hands, "When are you coming to visit the class?"

Lin Qingqian touched the tablet with her schedule, and clicked on it for the child to see: "These days will be busy, and I have to deal with this matter, well, these days are free, but it's not suitable for me to visit the class at this time. "

Song Qingyue pulled her hair and bit her chin: "What's wrong with this?"

Lin Qingqian narrowed her eyes dangerously: "I'll give you a chance, think again."

Song Qingyue blinked, looked at the warning in Lin Qingqian's eyes, shrank his neck involuntarily, and looked at the calendar.

"Ah, your auntie period." Song Qingyue suddenly realized.

"You still have a bit of desire to survive." Lin Qingqian pinched her face.

"So what's wrong with the aunt period?" the child asked innocently.

Lin Qingqian looked at her innocent and pure face, let out a deep breath, slid her finger down, caressed her waist, and rubbed it dangerously: "Do you think it's suitable?"

I haven't seen each other for a long time, once I visit the class, there will be thunder and fire.

Aunt was so disappointed.

"I know, I know," Song Qingyue nodded obediently, with an innocent look in his eyes, with a hint of cunning, "so you acquiesce that you are zero."

Lin Qingqian was stunned.

Oh yes.

She blushed suddenly, pursed her lips, and forcibly changed the subject.

"I'll look at other times."

Song Qingyue nodded with satisfaction.

Lin Qingqian still acquiesced.

"How's the time?" Lin Qingqian pointed at the end of the month.

Song Qingyue poked his head over, and asked in confusion: "These days are all red, don't you have a lot of things? Or is it some special day?"

"I can ask for leave," Lin Qingqian put on a dangerous smile again, "I'll give you another chance."

Song Qingyue pretended to be puzzled, and blinked his eyes: "What day is it?"

Lin Qingqian turned over, pressed Song Qingyue under her body, kissed the man's lips angrily, and was about to move.

"Don't, don't, don't," the child begged for mercy, laughing and fussing, "I'm joking, I know, of course I know."

She held Lin Qingqian's face in her hands, her eyes were gentle.

Lin Qingqian instantly fell into the thousands of stars in her eyes.

"Your birthday." Song Qingyue raised his head and kissed Lin Qingqian's lips, "I remember it."

Lin Qingqian snorted softly, and nodded her lips, "You pass."

"But I didn't prepare a present for you."

"..."

"Too busy, really." The child was full of regret.

"Song Qingyue!" Lin Qingqian was aggrieved.

"You believe everything I say," Song Qingyue sighed helplessly, and put Lin Qingqian's head in his arms, "Of course I'm ready, but I'm not quite ready yet."

"I believe everything you say."

The two fell into a silent but gentle atmosphere.

"Qingyue."

"Ok?"

"It seems to have grown up a bit."

"?"

"It's my fault."

"...Get lost, Lin Qingqian!" The blushing child pushed Lin Qingqian away who was enjoying the facial cleanser.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Secretary: Mr. Lin, this purchase order is a bit strange, did you send it by mistake?

Kobayashi: Well, what is it?

Secretary: Desk with heated table top.

Kobayashi: ...that's right, let's buy it.

secretary:? ? ?

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