I just want to start a career when I travel to the brainless

Lin Qingqian looked at Song Qingyue who was crying silently, and gently pulled her wrist, motioning her to sit down.

Song Qingyue raised his head in a daze, looked at Lin Qingqian, and felt that her fingertips were frighteningly cold.

"Sit down." Lin Qingqian coughed lightly, then suppressed a more severe cough, took a sip of the warm water that was put aside, and signaled to the assistant beside him, "You go out first."

So there were only the two of them left in the huge room, and the sunlight outside the bright floor-to-ceiling windows shone on the scarlet floor stalls, Lin Qing narrowed her eyes, avoiding the blush.

She stood up and closed the curtains.

The whole room fell into darkness, and she felt a little better.

Song Qingyue didn't notice Lin Qingqian's gaffe, and sat silently opposite her with the photo in his hand.

rather than around.

There was an entire desk between the two of them.

Lin Qingqian lowered her head slightly, not daring to look into Song Qingyue's eyes, and stared at the desk.

For the first time, she felt that the desk in front of her was too big and spacious.

It was like a straight galaxy drawn between her and Song Qingyue.

But she was so glad that Song Qingyue wasn't sitting next to her - because she didn't know how to face this child yet.

It's better to stay away.

"How did it come back?" Song Qingyue flicked the photo lightly, unable to hear the tone.

"I sent the helicopter, I sent the search and rescue team, and there was no ... body, just found this under the rocks."

"Also, the gun I gave her was found on someone else's body, and four bullets were missing."

Song Qingyue covered his eyes, and slowly clenched the photo with his hands.

"Lin Qingqian," she let out a confused cry, "You bastard!"

Lin Qingqian leaned back on the chair slumped, using rough wood and leather to support her spine, "You scold me."

Even if time was reversed and started all over again, she would still make the same choice.

"Do you regret it?" Song Qingyue raised his eyes and looked at Lin Qingqian, trying to see a little regret in her eyes.

Lin Qingqian shook her head heavily, then nodded again: "I regret it."

"When we met for the first time at the hotel that day, we shouldn't have talked so much."

Perhaps not approaching at the beginning is the best arrangement.

Song Qingyue looked straight at Lin Qingqian, "If there was only one seat in the helicopter that came today, how would you choose it?"

"This will not happen." Lin Qingqian said without hesitation.

"This is a hypothesis," Song Qingyue said calmly and indifferently, "After all, I guess before today you also thought that it was impossible for you not to be able to transfer a helicopter that can accommodate three people."

This sentence really touched Lin Qingqian's sore spot, she sat up a little bit, pressed down on Song Qingyue with a terrifying aura, and said in a compelling tone, "I said, this is impossible."

"You will go by yourself." Song Qingyue ignored Lin Qingqian's stern words, lowered his head, and made a conclusion.

"Because you can mobilize rescue forces as quickly as possible and gather rescue supplies in the shortest time. In terms of probability, you may be able to rescue everyone."

"You were right to go."

Lin Qingqian's lips trembled slightly, and she closed her eyes in pain.

Probably, it will be like this.

With the responsibility of the Lin family's heir on her shoulders, she must survive.

"Qingyue." She wanted to hold Song Qingyue's hand, but that hand shrank back abruptly.

She caught a blank.

My heart suddenly became empty.

"Qingyue, listen to me." Lin Qingqian resisted the overwhelming sourness in her heart and said softly, "The most important thing in this world is stability."

"Whether it is a company, a government, or even an international institution, the most important thing is stability, and maintaining stability is more important than anything else."

"And sometimes, maintaining stability requires me to do things from the perspective of the overall situation. But at a certain height, personal morality is often insignificant. I have to abide by a larger morality, which is the morality of the overall situation, and the overall situation The moral is to maintain stability."

"What are you explaining?" Song Qingyue interrupted Lin Qingqian forcefully, "I don't quite understand what this has to do with the topic we are discussing."

Lin Qingqian stared blankly at Song Qingyue, who was suddenly unfamiliar.

"I'm convincing myself that in the situation you assumed, I can leave you alone, because my existence contributes the most to stability..."

Lin Qingqian covered her face, "But I can't do it, I can't convince me."

I can't convince me to leave you.

A hand suddenly touched her head, with a little comforting nature.

Song Qingyue didn't know when he sat on the desk, sitting in front of Lin Qingqian, combing her messy hair.

She stroked Lin Qingqian's soft hair, but what she said was even more heart-wrenching, "Very well, then we have reached a consensus: people with high social value and who can maintain stability in a certain field, in this critical moment, You can go first, right?"

"Then, Wen Guixiao should have higher priority than me." Song Qingyue stared at Lin Qingqian and said softly.

"Think about her child! Their mothers have overcome many difficulties and lay down on the operating table several times to get this child. She may be sick and sick, and her life may be short, but her mother still Looking forward to her arrival."

"Now, she left without even looking at the sun of this world."

"Please don't say it!" Lin Qingqian roared suddenly, got up and grabbed Song Qingyue by the collar, her eyes tearing open.

She looked at Song Qingyue's indifferent eyes, and slowly softened, pleading, "Stop talking."

Song Qingyue was embraced by her, felt the instant wetness on his shoulders, and heard Lin Qingqian choked up, "You are the highest priority with me."

Lin Qingqian realized that she was being gently pushed away, Song Qingyue picked up the tissue on the table and slowly wiped away her tears.

"Qingyue?" She looked at the increasingly unfamiliar Song Qingyue, at a loss.

"Well, Lin Qingqian," Song Qingyue carefully considered the words, "I think it's better for us to separate for a while."

She couldn't believe that she said this calmly, and what was even more strange was that Lin Qingqian's mood fluctuated too much, while she was actually the relatively calm one.

Before she had time to think about the reason, she hastily explained to Lin Qingqian, whose eyes were red again, "I didn't say break up! Breaking up is impossible! You, Lin Qingqian, will never get rid of me in this lifetime!"

"It's just that I thought it would be difficult to solve calculus just after learning 1+1=2. I didn't expect that the problem I asked this time was not calculus at all, but philosophy." Song Qingyue leaned his head against Lin Qingqian Touching her cold, tear-stained face on her shoulder, "Give me some time, please?"

Huh?

Song Qingyue suddenly noticed something was wrong.

How did you become the one who lied to others?

She sighed at the strange direction of the matter: in her imagination, she should have had a big fight with Lin Qingqian; at the same time, she softly comforted Lin Qingqian who was still sobbing.

Lin Qingqian had never cried before, but on the island, her eyes turned red a few times, including two times today.

"Lin Qingqian," she clasped the woman's hand tightly, I will not let go, and I will not change you, I will work hard to grow up, I want myself to be able to transfer the helicopter. "

"Anyway, I'm going to start school too, just right," she tried to use a relaxed tone, "You take over Lin's headquarters, and Lin's headquarters can't be moved to the Shanghai stock market, so we have to separate."

This sentence poked Lin Qingqian's sensitive nerves again, and the choking she had just calmed down began again.

"What does it mean to be separated!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong." Song Qingyue hurriedly pressed Lin Qingqian's head into his arms, looked at Lin Qingqian who was crying like a fool, and wished he could slap himself twice a few minutes ago.

How can it be so exciting?

"Do you think I'm right?" Song Qingyue patted Lin Qingqian's back carefully.

Lin Qingqian buried her face on her shoulder, and after an unknown amount of time, a hoarse voice came.

"Well, let's separate."

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Song Qingyue sat on the plane, looking at the well-structured wheat fields below, feeling a little dazed.

I'm back.

Looking at the familiar skin tones of the people around her, she felt as if she had been in another world.

Lin Qingqian remained in the local area, continuing to direct the earthquake relief work as the representative of the Lin family.

She slowly took out a small box from the bag, red velvet cloth, boxy.

Open it, and there are two plain rings inside, one black and one white, with rust red lines, very beautiful.

Still haven't sent it out.

She recalled that dream, that beautiful dream where the boat was full of clear dreams pressing down on the galaxy.

Lin Qingqian's hand must be very beautiful wearing this.

A smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her lips, but it disappeared quickly.

"Simple? You call Phoenix simple?!"

The yelling and cute young lady suddenly appeared in front of her eyes with her angry little dimples.

Song Qingyue gave a wry smile.

Not suitable for delivery now.

She closed the lid, put the box into her bag, and accidentally touched a small cloth bag.

She took it out and saw that it was the Chang'an Stone given by Er Chong.

"Chang'an?" She smiled wryly, "Who can be Chang'an?"

On the other side, Lin Qingqian's assistant asked Lin Qingqian, "Boss Lin, is this...?"

She held the book in her hand, with a complex expression on her face.

No matter how you look at it, Mr. Lin is not someone who reads pirated comic books.

Lin Qingqian reviewed the document, looked up, and stopped, "Give it to me!"

The assistant hurriedly handed the book to Lin Qingqian.

Lin Qingqian put down the pen in her hand and touched the title page of the comic book with a complicated expression.

The girl named "Fu Qiang" has a thin body and withered yellow hair, everything seems to be in front of her eyes.

She said to herself, "You should really want a Jingle cat, it has a different-dimensional pocket, and it can take out everything, maybe you can take out a helicopter."

She touched the spine of the book again, and handed it back to the assistant, "Find a better box and wrap it up for me."

"Yes." The assistant hesitated to speak, and finally said out cruelly, "Boss Lin, you should have a good sleep."

She didn't even know if Lin Qingqian had closed her eyes these nights.

"Go out." Lin Qingqian waved her hand while holding a pen.

The assistant sighed and went out, but the pen in Lin Qingqian's hand did not drop for a long time.

She was silent for a while, and took out the stupid "Heart of the Ocean" from a drawer.

Giving this to Song Qingyue is nothing more than to tell her: This heart is hers, and I can give her anything.

"You will go by yourself." Song Qingyue's words suddenly rang in her ears.

"Lin Qingqian, you're an asshole." She slapped herself hard, then opened the drawer and put the "Heart of the Ocean" in it.

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"Next time you see me, you're going to die."