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

Lin Qingqian deeply realized that this was a real world.The facts described by the author of Goubi are not necessarily facts, and he has not opened the full picture to hang up. Many novels can't explain clearly that the coincidence that can be perfunctory with the protagonist's halo is not necessarily a coincidence.

For example, when she was driving to the address of Song Qingyue reported by Lin Zhiyin's subordinates, she saw a scout who stopped Song Qingyue.

She really knew that scout, he was the ace scout of the company that co-operated with the actor in "The Lower Riba Man". People can see it right.

Lin Qing sighed inexplicably.

I have tried my best to prevent Song Qingyue from taking the part-time job like the original work. If I think about it, I will not be filmed in a small video or discovered by scouts, so naturally I will not enter the entertainment circle.

Is this another hole left by the author of the dog or is it the "will of heaven" that serves the heroine's world in the dark?

Lin Qingqian, a superstitious materialist who has experienced a rebirth, still believes more in the former.

After all, the dog is unreliable compared to the author.

Watching Song Qingyue take the business card and exchange contact information with the scout, Lin Qingqian got out of the car and blocked Song Qingyue who was about to enter the youth hostel.

Song Qingyue saw the person coming in front of him, his breathing subconsciously increased, he kept his head straight without squinting, and his forward trajectory should just pass Lin Qingqian.

A hand stretched out awkwardly, wrapping around Song Qingyue's shoulder.At the same time, a cold and slightly smiling voice sounded.

"You don't have to pretend you don't know me."

Song Qing shook Lin Qingqian's hand away, "Did you come to see my joke?"

Lin Qingqian looked at Song Qingyue who was furious in front of him with a funny face.Having read a lot of novels, she knows that the misunderstanding must be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise you will throw away my hand and cry and say "I will never forgive you again" between the male and female protagonists. When the dog is bigger than the author Calvin, he still wants to take out this misunderstanding and whip the corpse.

"A few days ago, I went to the Public Security Bureau to cancel Mu Huacheng's account and ID card. The bank also went through the process, and the bank card can no longer be used."

The simple, clear and non-procrastinating words easily bluffed the furry cat.

Lin Qingqian looked at Song Qingyue, who was frowning and doubtful, with a slight smile on her lips, "The first lesson of running away from home is to put money in a place that you can control." As she spoke, she handed it to Song Qingyue. Clearing a bank card, "There is [-] in the card, you use it first."

Song Qingyue lowered his head and refused to accept it.

"It seems that you will soon learn the second lesson. Remember, when you have nothing, don't reject the kindness of others." Lin Qingqian put away the card without being hypocritical.

"Go and pack your luggage, I rented a room for you."

Song Qingyue raised his head abruptly, "Are you spying on me?"

"It's to protect your safety. No matter what you say, she is Mu Huacheng's biological daughter. She has the right to inherit the Lin family. Many competitors are staring at the Lin family. It is not ruled out that there are desperate thugs who do things that do not conform to the core values ​​​​of socialism. It is a reason to move to the house I rented, which can not only reasonably reduce Lin's power to protect you, but also guarantee your basic safety. "

"I'm not moving away."

Lin Qingqian took Song Qingyue's hand naturally, "Which floor and number do you live in?"

"...3024."

"..."

The two looked at the open door, rummaged through the clothes and daily necessities, and looked at each other speechlessly.

Lin Qingqian supported her head, "You didn't bring any official documents with you when you ran out."

"……No."

"Moving to my rented house?"

"……it is good."

"You tidy up pretty quickly." Lin Qingqian helped pick up the scattered clothes, glanced at Song Qingyue who was silent at the side, and took a small beautiful locked box on the table, curiously Shaking, "What is this?"

The small box was snatched by Song Qingyue, "Don't worry about it."

"Why, is there any shady secret? A love letter written by a certain boy? Don't think about it, maybe he lost the game of truth or dare?"

Song Qingyue's hands froze when he was packing up, and he didn't look up.

Lin Qingqian's eyes were calm. Of course, it was not something she could say, but something the original owner could say.

Changing too fast is easy to be suspected, so be careful.

This ridicule is not serious, and some friends with excellent relationships can also talk like this, no matter what, there is room for turning around.

This is Lin Qingqian's carefully prepared taunting words in response to various emergencies in the past few days. Several templates can be applied, with the standard of not hurting but annoying, slowly changing her attitude towards Song Qingqian, and then becoming normal dealing with strangers.

This is Lin Qingqian's series of plans.From the novel, the blackened Song Qingyue has done many things that do not conform to the core values ​​of socialism, which may be caused by the psychological shadow from childhood and the fact that he stepped into the big dye tank of the entertainment industry as soon as he stepped out of a life of rich clothes and good food.So Lin Qingqian suggested that she go to university, hoping to make a few more friends to dispel her shadow and hostility.

And after graduation, whether she wants to work hard on her own or come back to seize the family property is her own choice.University is an important period for the formal formation of the Three Views. As long as you don’t grow crooked, everything is easy to talk about. If you can become the most familiar stranger in the end, it will be great.

Therefore, the gapyear I just applied for her must not be used to step into the entertainment circle like this.

Song Qingyue looked at the absent-minded Lin Qingqian coldly. "Let's go."

"Ah, okay."

Helped Song Qingyue to settle the newly rented one-bedroom and one-living room.Lin Qingqian lay on the sofa and refused to leave.

"Anything else?" Song Qingyue frowned.

Lin Qingqian looked at her frowning brows. He had only talked to her a few times, and the child's brows had never been loosened.It's just that it's not yet the time to say "don't frown and be careful of getting old", and I'm too afraid to sneer at it, and it's too late to wipe out the little favorability that I've worked so hard to gain.

So Lin Qingqian pretended not to see Song Qingyue's full face of resistance, and said sternly, "I don't recommend you to enter the entertainment industry."

"why?"

"You are underage, and the water in the circle is too deep. You wake up earlier than chickens, and sleep later than dogs. Newcomers have less share, and the contract is involuntary..." Lin Qingqian opened his mouth, bursting out a lot of reasons.

Song Qingyue kept a cold face. "I will think about it."

Lin Qingqian watched herself drooling for a long time, but she didn't seem to get any results.

There are a million points of disappointment.

"That's fine. I'll say what I have to say. Whether you accept it or not is up to you." Lin Qingqian insisted, "In order to make up for the mistake, I tried my best to discipline the little kid but it didn't work. Restrained by upbringing" character set, get up and leave.

"and many more."

Um?Convinced?

Lin Qingqian turned around.

Song Qingyue looked directly into her eyes, "You don't remember."

What the hell?

Lin Qingqian made a frenzied analysis. It was declarative sentences rather than interrogative sentences that could explain the problem.don't remember what?Could it be that the original owner once recommended Song Qingyue to enter the entertainment industry?

That would be embarrassing.

Lin Qingqian sorted out her words.Try to find the right words to respond.

"It's not that I don't remember. It's because people have experienced a lot, and they will always change. What they insisted on before may not necessarily persist now. What they liked before may not necessarily like it now."

This response should be pretty good, but why did Song Qingyue's face suddenly turn dark?

With a snap, the door closed.A bewildered Lin Qingqian was left outside the door.

Hey, little brat, shut her out for the second time.

Song Qingyue, who was inside the door, lowered his head, walked back absent-mindedly, took out the beautifully packaged small box from the suitcase, and hugged it in his arms, lost in thought.

The phone rang suddenly. "Alipay received 20 yuan."

She picked up her phone and saw a transfer and a message from Lin Qingqian.

"Take it away, I can't afford to be ashamed when others see you making fun of Mrs. Lin because of your poor life."

Song Qingyue pouted, took a screenshot, and put it in a favorites folder.

The name of the favorite is "A single stroke of accounts".

She looked around again.Although this set of one bedroom and one living room is small, it is very delicate, and the security of the community is also very good. It can be seen that a lot of thought has been put into it.

She opened the memo, clicked on one of the pages, stopped writing, looked up for a while, and continued writing.

After doing this, she felt much better, but when she saw the small box, her whole body fell down again.

unhappy.

Lin Qingqian nodded in relief as she saw that the dead boy didn't go his own way and transfer the money back.The phone switched to the dialing interface, and a call was made.

"Uncle Song, there are no traces left."

"Miss, don't worry, this hotel is not formal, there is no monitoring, no patrolling, I went in when the cleaning staff were resting."

"What about the compensation for the hotel?"

"I left cash and a note because I accidentally broke the lock when I was in a hurry to go out. I'm sorry to say it directly, but I kept the compensation. Fortunately, the hotel is not formal, and there is no one to check it when I check out, otherwise it may be difficult. Some, we need to move some hands and feet on the lock."

"That's fine," Lin Qingqian thought for a while, remembering the small iron box, and felt itchy in her heart, "Qingyue has a small box, do you know what's inside?"

"Miss, it's not that you forbid me to touch Miss Yue's personal belongings. How can I know what those are?"

"All right, all right. Thank you, Uncle Song." Lin Qingqian could only suppress her curiosity.

"Miss, you're welcome, you can tell me."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Qingqian played with the phone and smiled.

How can there be so many things that do not conform to the core values ​​of socialism?Everything is a routine.

Since ancient times, the true feelings have not been retained, and only the routines have won the hearts of the people.

After reviewing today's meeting, Lin Qingqian nodded in satisfaction.There should be no behavior that is too inconsistent with the character's image. I have ridiculed it twice, and it is within the controllable range I have planned.

The favorability should have increased a little bit, after all, the dead child still accepted the transfer.

What Lin Qingqian is doing now is to try to make Song Qingyue not hate herself but lose interest in herself.The heroine is always surrounded by blood and blood, she just wants to work hard to live the life bestowed by God.

So we have to treat Song Qingqian well, but at the same time maintain a certain degree of alienation and even a certain degree of contempt.After all, even if the original owner's attitude towards Song Qingyue was not much better before the accident, it would be fine to act like "trying to make up for the mistakes but don't like her".

Lin Qingqian didn't want to be caught and sliced ​​to study what time travel was all about.

Alas, it's too difficult.

Lin Qingqian is also working hard to control points today.

After starting the ignition, Lin Qingqian hummed a popular song, ready to go home.

When passing the traffic light, out of the corner of my eye, a large truck was approaching her crookedly.

The shadow of the car accident in her previous life is still vivid in her mind, Lin Qingqian's hands and feet are cold, she wants to do something, but she can't.

Finally, the will to survive still prevailed over the psychological shadow, Lin Qingqian trampled to death with her left foot, and slammed the steering wheel.

boom.