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"The air here is pretty good." Song Qingyue stretched his waist, seeing the Caucasians with hooked noses and deep eye sockets coming and going, so he took off his mask with confidence.

This is a walk-and-go trip.

Under the gaze of the three, the tip of the rotating pen stopped and pointed to a small island in the center of the ocean.

Lin Qingqian checked and found that it was actually a tourist attraction with good environmental facilities.

So the two immediately packed their luggage, booked the earliest flight tickets and ran here.

Lin Zhiyin was left alone in the hotel thinking:

Why am I here?

In order to comfort the two conflicting children.

But, without comforting themselves, they reconciled by themselves.

So... it seems like I'm going to run back to the S City control market again in a bitter haha?

Then why am I here!

Lin Zhiyin, who wasted the money for two air tickets, was heartbroken, and even had a bad temper at the enlarged meeting of the board of directors.

Lin Zhiyin and Lin Dong usually show people with a smiling face. Who has seen her keep a straight face?Shengsheng pressed down those branch presidents who wanted to speak up and protest. Those who dared to speak up were warriors. After thinking about it three or five times in their hearts, they carefully asked Lin Zhiyin: "Director Lin, let's do this, the old subordinates of Director Zhou What do you think?"

Lin Zhiyin said coldly: "Then even they will check and pull out the carrots to bring out the mud."

For a moment no one spoke.

After the enlarged meeting of the board of directors, the core directors closed the door and held a small meeting.

Rumor has it that the small meeting room has been replaced with a whole set of cups, as well as a set of tables and chairs.

There were also rumors that Song Dong and Lin Dong chatted in private and broke up unhappy.

Everyone raised their spirits and waited for the coming storm—this time it was a major internal disagreement that could not be remedied even if the entire Xie family was swallowed up, not to mention the promise of so many benefits.

It's just that Lin Zhiyin perfectly showed them what is called the wrist and operation of the second generation leader.

How it was done, how to negotiate, how to divide the benefits, how much she suffered or not at all, no one knows.

Only insiders know a little bit of the inside story: Cheng Yuanqing was imprisoned—in the name of financial crimes; Steven was also imprisoned—in the name of assaulting the police; Zhou Ying was also in prison—in the name of embezzlement and bribery.

Their crimes were punished, even the hand that raised the butcher knife was not clean.

It's just that Lin Qingqian and Song Qingyue on the other side of the ocean don't know about this.

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"What are you doing, are you crazy?" Lin Qingqian complained while laughing, letting Song Qingyue drag her hand and rush forward stumblingly.

"There! See! Someone's playing the piano!"

Lin Qingqian looked at the light in the child's eyes, and jealousy welled up slightly.

It's not that I can't.

It's not like you can't.

Why are you so excited?

Song Qingyue dragged her to the piano on the corner of the street, panting, looking at the handsome young man who was playing the piano.

The notes flowing at the fingertips are a happy Mozart.

Lin Qingqian looked at Song Qingyue who was smiling foolishly, and pursed her mouth unhappy.

The sound quality of the piano is not good, some of the notes are still played wrong, my God, I even put a cup of fat house happy water on the piano, tsk, why is the child so happy?

Should it be that this kind of street corner piano has never been seen in China, so it feels new?It's not that they haven't been to Europe, there are quite a lot of such things there.

I have never been so crazy in front of myself, and my hair is all loose.

The more Lin Qingqian thought about it, the more sour she became, and she ate vinegar for no reason.

"Hey, hey, hey, Lin Qingqian, what are you doing?" Song Qingyue was being happy when he was dragged out of the crowd by the stern-faced Lin Qingqian.

Someone said accusingly: "I play better than him! Stop listening."

Song Qingyue flicked his hair, and the raised ponytail slapped Lin Qingqian's face, which made her face ache, "You don't understand, what you listen to is the atmosphere. Every time you play the piano, it's either in the piano room or in a competition." , how can there be the atmosphere here." While talking, he was about to run there.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Lin Qingqian snatched the person back and held her in his arms to prevent her from moving.

The child fell into her arms, kicked his feet, looked up at Lin Qingqian, and asked in a bad tone, "What are you doing?"

Lin Qing sighed, seeing the fine beads of sweat secreted from the tip of her nose, took out a wet towel and wiped it off for her, complaining while wiping, "I brought a kid out to play, not a girlfriend."

Song Qingyue straightened up and said softly, "What's the matter?"

"How can a girlfriend stare at other people the whole time without even looking at me?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, it smells like vinegar." Song Qingyue tugged at the corner of her clothes and hugged her up, "You don't even allow me to look twice, why are you so overbearing."

"Didn't you keep yelling that I don't look like a domineering boss?" Lin Qingqian complained, reaching behind her head and pulling off the rubber band, "Hair is falling apart like crazy. Help me get the comb, it's next to the bag in the bag."

Song Qingyue touched it and handed it to her. Compliments flooded in without money, "Sister is really thoughtful, sister, you are amazing, Lin Qingqian is the best in the world!"

Lin Qingqian hummed and rolled her eyes, "Not enough."

The child changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book. He pinched Boss Lin's face and kneaded it into a square and round shape. "I'm not angry yet when someone is jealous."

Lin Qingqian was aggrieved, "I'm jealous, why are you angry, should I be angry?" She had quick eyes and quick hands, and when Song Qingyue was not paying attention, she kissed the tip of her nose.

"Lin Qingqian, you!" Song Qingyue looked at Mr. Lin who suddenly attacked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

She hasn't fully adapted to showing off her affection in public.

"Come here," Lin Qingqian didn't answer, and changed Song Qingyue's direction, combing her hair carefully, muttering while combing, "If you want to listen, I'll play it later."

"Okay... no!" Song Qingyue's eyes just lit up, thinking of something else, he refused again, "I'm afraid someone will record it and post it online."

"Really?" Lin Qingqian squeezed her small face with one hand.

"Yes." Someone said stiffly.

"It's okay, no one here knows me." Lin Qingqian noticed something and suddenly smiled happily.

"No!" Song Qingyue's voice was a little louder, causing passers-by to look at her. She blushed, so she had to whisper to Lin Qingqian, "You can only play it for me alone."

Lin Qing gritted her teeth, fastened a rubber band for her, and attached it to her ear, aggrieved, "Is there anyone with double standards like you?"

Song Qingyue was very familiar with Lin Qingqian, and knew how to coax an angry Boss Lin well. She turned her head, a few centimeters away from Lin Qingqian, and whispered, "Do you know why I am so happy? ?”

"why."

Lin Qingqian watched Song Qingyue's ear tips getting redder and redder, it was really strange.A certain child suddenly brought his lips together and slapped him.

"Because you are with me."

Lin Qingqian, who had been instantly coaxed, stood up contentedly, holding the child's hand.

"By the way, is there still a rubber band?" Song Qingyue tilted his head, looked at the hands tightly held by the two, thought for a while, and said.

"Also, what's the matter?"

"Take two out."

Then Lin Qingqian looked at the rubber bands of the same style on the snow-white wrists of the two of them.

"Woman, if you wear this, you will be mine." The child didn't hold back, and laughed before finishing his lines.

"Childish." The complaining President Lin grinned behind his ears.

The two held hands raised high, pointing to the pigeons on the square in the distance.

The sun shone on them, as beautiful as a painting.

"Lin Qingqian! There are pigeons there!"

Mr. Lin was dragged away by someone again.

The child dragged her to the side of the square, thinking of something, slammed on the brakes, turned his head and told, "You are afraid of pigeons, just wait for me on the side, and I will feed them for a while."

Lin Qingqian nodded calmly, and rubbed the red-stained wrist of someone who was excited.

It was the original owner who was afraid of pigeons, not her.

He stepped forward tentatively.

"Guda!" A fat pigeon rushed towards her with bright eyes.

The tasteful memory belonging to the original owner came back instantly, and Lin Qingqian took a few steps back and jumped to dodge in extreme embarrassment. When she lowered her head, the pigeon flapped its wings and flew over the head.

No no no.

With lingering fear in her heart, she shrank aside with her bag in her arms.

Pigeons and stuff are horrible.

She doesn't like pigeons for the same reason that children don't like monkeys.

If it wasn't for an equally snow-white and plump pigeon that excreted a bubble of fresh and steaming excrement on the original owner one day, Lin Qingqian felt that she could try to like this cooing creature.

Seeing this scene, the child who bought corn kernels laughed foolishly, put the corn kernels back in his bag, and ran to Lin Qingqian, "Forget it, forget it, I'll accompany you."

"You go," Mr. Lin pushed the playful Song Qingyue with lingering fear, "I'll just wait for you."

Song Qingyue was a little moved, "Then I'll go for a while."

Lin Qingqian watched the person run away, took out her phone to check the message, and then looked up.

The child could no longer see the figure, and was surrounded by densely packed wings flapping, black, white, brown, and flowers, all plump, and his stomach looked good at first glance.

Lin Qingqian closed her eyes silently: Song Qingyue will have to take three baths before going to bed tonight.

When he opened his eyes again, the child covered his face and ran towards him anxiously.

He ran up to her and covered her face with one sleeve.

The smell of pigeons hits the face.

Lin Qingqian's face instantly wrinkled into a ball of wool.

"Run, there are fans."

Mr. Lin had a fixed look in his eyes, and ran away while pulling the child.

"Song Qingyue! Is that you?"

"No, no! I'm the granddaughter of her second uncle's father, you're mistaken!"

That fan couldn't seem to run, and stood there dubiously.

Lin Qingqian picked up the remaining corn kernels in the child's hands and threw them into the air.

The wings that covered the clouds and the sun blocked the figures of the two fleeing in embarrassment.

When the pigeons dispersed, the two had disappeared.

"Ah, ah, that must be Qingyue!" She stamped her feet angrily.

"Huh, luckily I hid quickly." The two were panting in the alley.

"How did I recognize you?" Lin Qingqian raised her head and asked the people around her, propping her knees.

"He probably came here for a trip too, and he speaks Chinese." Song Qingyue poked his head out to look outside, "Why is it such a coincidence?"

Lin Qing sighed, "Have you had enough fun? I'm going to buy some daily necessities later."

Song Qingyue obviously didn't have enough fun, but when he turned his head, he saw Lin Qingqian's wrinkled face, smelling the smell of pigeons on his body.

"Let's go back, where is the hotel?"

"The best one in the Chinese district, very conspicuous."

The two were not familiar with the road, so they found the hotel after going around in circles.In front of the elevator door, the two met a familiar face.

It's not right to say that they are familiar, after all, they just met in the pigeon group just now.

"How come it's such a coincidence?" Song Qingyue blurted out, his small face wrinkled like Lin Qingqian into a bitter gourd.

"The granddaughter of Song Qingyue's second uncle's father's father?"

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