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

Xie Chengbi, the old man of the Xie family, a well-known figure in Xiangjiang, it is not an exaggeration to say that he can call the wind and rain and cover the sky with one hand.

As soon as the news of his death was exposed, it instantly became the number one hot search list on Weibo—after all, Mr. Xie had to "die" once or twice a year, and he had to be searched once or twice every year, even though the rumors were finally debunked as false News, but it has long been included in the team of "you and the bastard live longer" by the extremely boring people who eat melons.

This time, Mr. Xie is really dead.

Most of the netizens’ comments below are still positive. They talked about his achievements to the country, his contribution to the return of Xiangjiang, and finally inevitably talked about the old man’s "suave" personal life and the upcoming thank you. The "separation" drama within the family, and the power struggle within the Xie family, who are familiar with the power struggles within the Xie family, are popular science to others, just like a cat jumping up and down in the melon field.

But Zhu Gong looked at Lin Qingqian and Lin Zhiyin who looked calm in front of him, and asked tentatively, "Aren't you two surprised?"

Lin Zhiyin shrugged: "What's so surprising about this? Xie Chengbi is a round older than the old man of the Luo family and has already reached his age. The news in recent years is not groundless. Xie Chengbi has to send so many to the emergency room every year. Come on, it's normal that he didn't get rescued this time."

Lin Qingqian was not surprised, one reason was the same judgment as Lin Zhiyin - Mr. Xie is also old enough to leave.The second is that she still opened a "pseudo-full picture hanging" after all, and estimated that the plot probably came to this point.

Zhu Gong smiled, "There are discussions about Mr. Xie's life on the Internet. It's time to make a conclusion, and it's still a positive evaluation based on merit."

"Heh," Lin Zhiyin sneered, "Just him?"

Lin Qingqian glanced at Lin Zhiyin: Mom doesn't seem to like this old man very much.

Do not you know why?

She first made a note of this in her heart.

Lin Zhiyin knocked on the table and sighed, "Xie Chengbi really performed the 'how to eat to the end' to the extreme. When he came back, he took the lead in a big gamble and became the leader of Xiangjiang Redtop Capital. , I don’t know how many benefits I have swallowed in the mainland by relying on this achievement. In reality? A hypocritical and mean villain with two faces and three knives.”

"Then how did he bring the Xie family to this state?" Lin Qingqian asked curiously.

"Because he is a hypocritical and mean villain." Lin Zhiyin repeated.

Lin Qingqian and Zhu Gong nodded to show their understanding.

"However, it is good to have more children. Although most of the second generation of the Xie family are quite hip, it is not bad to have Xie Si." Lin Zhiyin showed his appreciation for Xie Si .

"It's not as good as you." Lin Qingqian sent a rainbow fart—after all, Lin Zhiyin hadn't officially expressed her feelings for Song Qingyue, so of course she had to coax her at this time.

"But there are good ones in the third generation, right?" She looked at Lin Zhiyin, "I know there is one named Xie Wenting?"

There was silence in the air, Zhu Gong looked at her with a strange look, then at Lin Zhiyin whose expression suddenly became complicated, and said quietly: "Xie Wenting, he used to be a student of Chairman Lin."

Lin Qing raised his eyebrows, and continued to output rainbow farts crazily, "No wonder it is so good, it turned out to be you who brought it up, you deserve it!"

Lin Zhiyin didn't speak, nor looked at her.

The three of them fell into a strange silence, and Lin Qingqian realized something was wrong belatedly.

Zhu Gong finally couldn't hold it anymore, and the accent reminded Lin Qingqian, "Boss Lin, it used to be!"

"Ah?" Lin Qingqian understood instantly, the expression on her face became indescribable, and she sneaked a glance at Lin Zhiyin.

Lin Zhiyin seemed to be okay, and asked Lin Qingqian calmly, "I taught him before, but later... Well, he still chose the completely opposite path to me."

Lin Qingqian remembered that it was the story Zhu Gong told——when Lin was in the most critical moment, a student whom Lin Zhiyin admired suddenly rebelled and fled with a large amount of internal information about Lin. The sound of the sound has brought a big blow.

She looked at Lin Zhiyin with some embarrassment: Why did the flattery hit the horse's leg?

Lin Zhiyin waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care anymore, and looked at Lin Qingqian curiously, "I don't understand how you know him?"

Xie Wenting returned to the Xie family after his rebellion, and has always been known for keeping a low profile. Those who are not familiar with the Xie family, do not know that there is such a third son in the Xie family.

Of course, Lin Qingqian didn't dare to say that she cheated, but just dealt with it vaguely. "Know yourself, know your enemy, and win every battle. Didn't there be a shooting club before? I looked at the information on the second and third generations of the Xie family, and I noticed this person."

Lin Zhiyin looked at her with a more inquiring gaze, and said lightly, "This is a good thing." She changed the topic, looked at Zhugong, "The Xie family will send an invitation to Mrs. Lin."

Zhu Gong nodded, "All the famous and noble companies in the country who are old with Xie's family will send invitations." She smiled, "After all, this is a grand event."

Lin Zhiyin and Lin Qingqian had "I understand" smiles on their faces, Lin Zhiyin leaned back and crossed his fingers, "After all, the deceased is the big one, I don't mind giving him a 'loyal, kind and elegant gentleman' evaluate."

Lin Qingqian added: "His death is really regrettable. We have lost a respectable elder."

Zhu Gong continued to make up the knife, "He is a great person."

Lin Qingqian and Lin Zhiyin nodded seriously. "Great man."

Lin Zhiyin finally ended the topic and concluded: "It's a pity."

After all, Lin Qingqian was still inexperienced, couldn't hold back, laughed out loud, and looked at Zhugong with interest, "You said his funeral was a grand event? This analogy is quite appropriate, after all, apart from various government summits, There is no time for so many businessmen to gather together." She sighed, "How suitable for business talks!"

Lin Zhiyin glanced at Lin Qingqian, "You actually tried to discuss business at a government summit?"

"Seeing so many people, I felt itchy, so I prepared some materials. Then I found out that I was wrong. It was not a place to discuss business, but a place to share bitterness with the government and sell miserable stories. By the way, I want to show my loyalty and hope that I have a problem next time. A place that gentlemen can handle with care." Lin Qing shrugged.

"It's good to have this awareness," Lin Zhiyin agreed, "When we hold meetings with other companies, we put too much energy into quarreling, and it's too difficult to produce results. How about a reception after the death of Mr. Xie, everyone Wearing a dress with champagne, no one will lift the table, solemn yet dignified, holding back grief, talking about business with a smile and solemnity, the efficiency is much faster than a formal meeting.”

"Of course, we have to confirm that he is really dead." Lin Qingqian added.

Zhu Gong suppressed a smile, "Old Master Xie lived his life, except for that shocking gamble, I'm afraid his merits are not as great as his death once."

Lin Qingqian suddenly thought of something, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What if there is still business that has not been negotiated this time?"

Lin Zhiyin spread her hands regretfully, "Although I don't want to say that, it depends on who is next on the netizen's list."

She looked at Zhu Gong, "Get ready, I'll go there in person."

Zhu Gong nodded, and was about to move when Lin Qingqian stopped him, "Mom, let me go."

The two raised their heads to look at her, Lin Zhiyin had an expression of disbelief, "Are you really not going back to the Shanghai stock market?"

Lin Qingqian shook her head, with an aggrieved and disappointed look on her face, "Qingyue doesn't want to see me."

Zhugong and Lin Zhiyin exchanged a look.

Zhu Gong: You didn't hit her head.

Lin Zhiyin: I'm afraid she is so stupid.

Zhu Gong tried to dissuade him: "Boss Lin, don't you think Miss Yue is waiting for an apology from you?"

Lin Qing's eyes widened shallowly: "What apology?"

Lin Zhiyin covered her forehead: After talking so much, I still don't understand where I am wrong. The child's IQ is all about his talent for doing business.

I don't know how Qing Yue managed to catch up with this log.

Song Qingyue: Seduction/seduction.

Zhugong looked at Lin Zhiyin who had already given up, and for the sake of his CP, he charged again heroically: "Boss Lin, your leg is broken and broken, so it's not suitable for you to go."

"It's just the left leg, and the right leg is fine." Lin Qingqian shook his right leg, indicating that he can jump on one leg normally.

Zhu Gong sacrificed and could only nod blankly.

How did it become like this?

Lin Zhiyin decided to mention Lin Qingqian in the end, "Although Qingyue is angry with you now, we still need to communicate every day. Don't be like the last Chinese New Year when the two of you insisted not to send messages to each other."

She has already understood the general direction of the relationship between the two from Zhu Gongkou, and she also understands where the strange atmosphere between the two children came from.

Lin Qing nodded, "Don't worry, I understand."

Fortunately, it is not hopeless.Lin Zhiyin nodded comfortably, "Then you and I can go to Xiangjiang together. If you are the only one, Xie Si might think that I, the Lin family, look down on them." In fact, Lin Qingqian, as the heir of the Lin family, was alone People can go too.

It's just that I don't worry about this fool, I have to keep it by my side so that nothing will happen.

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Nine days later, two days have passed since Xie Chengbi's first seven days, and this day is also a Friday.

Song Qing looked through Lin Qingqian's wechat chat records with her in the past few days.

Lin Qingqian: [Good morning]

Lin Qingqian: [Good night, go to bed early]

Another morning.

【Good morning, remember to eat breakfast】

【Good night】

Well, Lin Qingqian posted this.Nine days, every day.

If Lin Zhiyin knew that this was Lin Qingqian's "I understand, I will keep in touch." I don't know if he would be pissed off.

Song Qingyue fell on the bed and picked up the glass box on the bedside.

Inside was the fondant figurine that Lin Qingqian gave her last year.

The villain smiled ugly, gritted his teeth, and stretched out his hand to her.

Song Qingyue glared at the villain, put it on the bed, pretending that it was Lin Qingqian, punched the air with open teeth and claws, and finally calmed down a bit.

Leng Lan under the bed stretched out her head and looked up, "Song Song, what's wrong with you? I thought there was an earthquake."

Song Qingyue pouted, put the glass box back on the bed, and whispered, "It's okay."

Mao Banxue also looked up at her, "Qingyue, why didn't you get together with Boss Xiao Lin this weekend?"

When Song Qingyue said that she would also live in the dormitory this weekend, she and Leng Lan were really shocked.

The child said angrily, "Don't mention her to me."

Leng Lan and Mao Banxue looked at each other, the former jumped off his own bed, without shoes on, saw that Mao Banxue's bed was a skillful leap, and rolled onto her bed, making an earth-shattering noise.

Mao Banxue kicked her: "The bed board is about to collapse! Wearing slippers will kill you."

Leng Lan hugged Mao Banxue half to please and half "threatening", "I'm sorry, Mao Mao."

Mao Banxue struggled desperately, but Leng Lan sat down obediently in the end, and looked at Song Qingyue with her chin resting - from this angle, she could look at Song Qingyue without stretching her head.

Mao Banxue sat aside in disgust, leaving her a place to eat melons.

Leng Lan asked cautiously: "What? Did you quarrel with Boss Xiaolin?"

Song Qingyue let out a long sigh, looked at the two people with glowing eyes, and suddenly had the desire to confide, "You say, she keeps everything from me, what's the reason?"

"Is it a matter of commercial secrets?" Mao Banxue analyzed, "Then it's normal not to tell you about it."

Song Qingyue shook her head, "She doesn't expect me to share her worries, and I'm not at that level, of course it's not a business secret." She sighed, "She secretly went to see her without telling me..." She couldn't help it for a while. Describe this intricacies.

Did it mean "Lin Qingqian secretly went to see my mother without telling me" or "Lin Qingqian secretly told her mother that she was with me without telling me"?

After listening to it, I turned around, and it turned out that the two are still the same thing.

Song Qingyue restrained her desire to confide—this kind of thing should not be told to other people, especially their complicated relationship.

She fell on the bed wearily, pulled down the curtain, and buried her head in the pillow, "I can't explain this matter, forget it."

Leng Lan's expression was indescribable: Song Qingyue finally planned to share her story, and she was still waiting to eat dog food, but it turned out to be a rotten melon?

Just as she was about to speak, Mao Banxue, who had been watching for a long time and knew that she was about to speak rudely, covered her mouth.

Mao Banxue cried for herself: I don't know why I have become more and more proficient in this strange movement.

She spoke softly to the bed curtain hanging down on the bed: "Qingyue, although I don't know what happened, Mr. Xiao Lin is a person who is used to making his own decisions after all. Falling in love is a thing. It needs to be adjusted. Do you want to ask?" What is the reason?"

"Hmmmm!" Leng Lan looked at Mao Banxue pitifully, and raised her hand to signal that she wanted to speak.

Mao Banxue looked at her suspiciously, and slowly let go of her hand.

Leng Lan opened her mouth wide, unable to utter a word for a long time, and finally choked out four words: "Me too!"

Song Qingyue laughed out loud in the world behind the bed curtain.Turning over, looking at the phone, hesitantly clicked on Lin Qingqian's chat box, and entered a line.

Song Qingyue: [What are you doing recently? 】

The bed curtain cuts off the light from outside, enclosing this small space into another dim world.Her phone flickered dimly.

Lin Qingqian did not reply.

She looked at the time: it's nine o'clock in the evening, it must not be time for Lin Qingqian to go to sleep, usually Lin Qingqian's good night messages are sent at 11:30 in the evening, there is still a while.

She just stared at the glowing screen of her phone and fell asleep in a daze.

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"Qingyue? Qingyue?" In a daze, she was woken up by Leng Lan's voice.

"What's the matter?" She opened the bed curtain and looked outside, "What time is it now?"

Leng Lan handed her the phone. "Something happened to your family."

Song Qingyue woke up instantly, and took a look at the phone.

#Lin Qingqian coma#

She glanced at the time, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and hurriedly went to find her mobile phone, only to find that it was out of power and turned off automatically.

I ran out of bed to recharge the battery and turned on the phone.

No texts, no calls.

She clicked on Lin Qingqian's wechat chat box, and the daily good night was gone.

Great panic flooded her heart.

She looked at Leng Lan anxiously, "Do you know what's going on?"

Leng Lan shook her head, motioning her to keep her voice down, "The news only said Mr. Xiao Lin was sent to the hospital. By the way, I found a picture." She handed Song Qingyue her phone, "It is rumored that it was taken by an eyewitness."

Song Qingyue took the phone in a hurry. It was a very blurry photo, but even with poor quality, Lin Qingqian could be seen at a glance.

Wearing a well-tailored suit, she fell into the arms of a strange woman.The strange woman picked her up and seemed to be going out.

It couldn't be said that it was a strange woman—Song Qingyue opened her eyes wide and recognized that it was Lin Qingqian's personal doctor, who had met her nine days ago.

"Thank you, do you have a power bank?" Leng Lan handed her one, she thanked her shortly, walked around the room a few times, and finally made up her mind and walked to the balcony.

There was an air conditioner in the room, so she only wore a thin silk pajamas. She was shivering in the cold autumn night, but she insisted on calling Zhugong.

"The number you dialed is busy, please call again later..." A woman's sweet voice rang out from the phone, she hung up irritably, and dialed Lin Zhiyin's number again.

The same voice sounded.She hangs up again.

Song Qingyue stared blankly at the phone, and moved her fingers slightly. When she realized it again, Lin Qingqian's number had already been entered unconsciously on the dial.

She looked at the string of numbers and was a little absent-minded - this was the only number she didn't save in the address book, because it was Lin Qingqian who forced her to write it down.

At that time, Lin Qingqian was plausible: "No one remembers the phone number now. If one day your phone is lost and you can't remember the phone number, how can you find me? Or a bad friend of yours will completely change your address book just like on the Internet. What if I become 'Iron Man' or 'Captain America'?"

How did you reply yourself?

"I can call 110," she said with a smile at the time.

Lin Qingqian was unhappy and wanted to tickle her. She laughed and cried while begging for mercy, and finally honestly recited the string of numbers under Lin Qingqian's gaze.

At that time, Lin Qingqian looked at her with gentle and firm eyes, "Whenever you make this call, it will always be connected."

"you promise?"

"I promise."

That happened more than a month ago, when the two returned to a "normal" relationship and could fight.For more than a month, she didn't deliberately remember it, she thought she would forget it - after all, there were too few calls.

But at this moment, the string of numbers just flowed out under the fingertips so naturally.

She froze for a moment, and dialed the phone.

"The number you dialed is currently on the phone, please call again later..." This voice came again.

fraud.

Song Qingyue hung up the phone expressionlessly.

Any guarantee is a lie.

She hugged her knees and sat down on the balcony, the cold wind whistling, she looked at the night sky in a daze, her heart was aching.

The unknown is really scary.

What happened to Lin Qingqian?

She couldn't help herself to think about it - Lin Qingqian had suffered a comminuted fracture of her left leg and was unable to move. The news said that she had attended the funeral of Mr. Xie.

The Xie family, isn't it the family that caused the club explosion two weeks ago?If Lin Qingqian went there, wouldn't it be the same as going deep into the tiger's mouth?

Her mind was in a mess: a lot of "rich inside stories" that she had heard about came one after another.

Drugging, poisoning, shooting...etc.

The more Song Qing thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, his nose wrinkled, his mouth curled up, his head buried in his knees, and his thin shoulders trembled slightly.

I don't know how long it took, until the east became pale, and Song Qingyue's cell phone rang suddenly.

Her hands trembled a little, and she lifted it up to see that it was Zhu Gong's phone.

"Sister Zhugong, what happened?"

Zhu Gong looked puzzled, "What happened?"

She was also curious about what Miss Yue, who hadn't contacted her for almost ten days, called.

Song Qingyue was at a loss for words for a while, but when he heard the sound of Zhu Gong, his heart calmed down.

Lin Qingqian must be fine, otherwise Zhu Gong would not be so calm.

"It was said on Hot Search that Lin Qingqian fainted." She muttered and asked softly, "How is she? Why didn't she answer the phone?"

"Miss Yue, we just got off the plane." Zhu Gong sensed that something was wrong, as if he and Miss Yue were talking chicken and duck.

She looked at Lin Qingqian who was resting on the bed, and quickly decided to push her cp, and asked in a low voice, "We are at the airport now, do you want to come over?"

"You wait!" Song Qingyue quickly ran back to the dormitory, put on an ankle-length coat, stepped on a pair of sneakers, put on a hat and mask, and rushed out.

Thanks to Hucai for choosing a location away from the city center but in a suburban area, which is very close to the airport.

She called the taxi parked at the school gate, "Master, the airport, please hurry up."

However, it took ten minutes to arrive at the airport. Song Qingyue followed Zhu Gong's instructions on the phone and rushed all the way to the VIP room.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw Lin Qingqian who was unconscious while drinking water, subconsciously slowed down, endured the pain in her heart, and lightly touched her pale face.

Lin Qing frowned slightly, and put one hand flat on her lower abdomen, as if feeling very uncomfortable.

Song Qingyue stared at her blankly for a long time, then raised his head, and asked Zhu Gong softly, "What's wrong?"

Zhu Gong quickly considered his words so that Boss Lin might sound a bit miserable.

Lin Zhiyin on the side spoke, and she shook her head helplessly, "She was too excited, she didn't eat much for several days, she fainted from hunger."

Song Qingyue froze the hand touching Lin Qingqian's face.

Ga?

Zhugong frantically gave Lin Zhiyin a wink: Director Lin, I don't want you to tear things apart like this!

Obviously, Ms. Yue misunderstood something. This happened to be an excellent time for Mr. Lin to sell the misfortune and repair the relationship!

She looked at Lin Zhiyin almost sadly, winked, and almost danced and let Lin Zhiyin notice her.

Song Qingyue asked blankly: "Then why did the news say she was in a coma?"

Lin Zhiyin didn't see Zhu Gong's wink, and shrugged, "Xiangjiang reporters are best at exaggerating. The two celebrities you met on the road can be said to have been in love for many years; a certain big entrepreneur was sent to the hospital. "Suspected death" will be issued, we are on a tight schedule, we are all on the plane, and we haven't found any moths made by these reporters."

"So, Lin Qingqian is fine?" Song Qingyue looked at her pale face, "Then why are you still hanging water?"

Dr. Zhou, who was trying to be a transparent person, finally couldn't be a transparent person. He raised his hand and said helplessly, "This is glucose."

Song Qingyue subconsciously used a little force, and Lin Qingqian felt someone touching her face in her sleep, and opened her eyes in a daze - she saw the child in front of her.

"Am I dreaming?" She murmured to herself, tilted her head and closed her eyes, and was about to fall asleep again.

Lin Zhiyin couldn't bear to look directly at her and closed her eyes, covering her forehead.

Song Qingyue pursed his lips, turned his head and was about to leave.

Since Lin Qingqian is fine, let's just leave.

She's still angry, hum.

Lin Qingqian seemed to have some sense in the dark, opened her eyes again, and called out to the child: "Qingyue?"

Song Qingyue stopped in his footsteps.

Lin Qingqian squinted her eyes, as if to make sure that the person in front of her was her.

The child paused for a while, but when he didn't hear the voice behind him, he wanted to leave again.

"Qingyue!" Lin Qingqian finally realized that it was not a dream, she called out to her in surprise, and was about to get up and hug the longing person in front of her.

Poor Mr. Lin forgot that he broke his leg.

As soon as I stood up, my legs softened.

Song Qing walked to the door faster, heard a loud noise, and turned around.

Lin Qingqian knelt upright in front of her with a dazed expression.

Ah this?

Song Qingyue didn't react for a while.

Is this an apology?Such a big gift?

Lin Qingqian quickly understood the situation and was struggling to get up.

Well, she forgot that the water hanging pole was still attached to her hand.

With a movement of her hand, the other four people in the room watched helplessly as the pillar hit her head.

Everything happened between lightning and flint, and the fastest responding bamboo Gong reached out to fish it, but it didn't catch it.

boom!

There was a more violent collision sound than before, Lin Qingqian covered her head with a dazed expression.

Zhu Gong uses what he has learned in this life to control his facial expressions so that they are not so distorted;

Doctor Zhou bit his hand to prevent himself from laughing;

Lin Zhiyin covered her face - she was stupid enough to be hit like this.She began to seriously consider the necessity of taking Lin Qingqian for a brain test.

Song Qingyue stared blankly at Lin Qingqian who was kneeling in front of him, covering his head and moaning, with a dazed expression.

Ah this.

Do you want to forgive her, forget it?

The author has something to say: Please bring the yin and yang strangeness of the trio in the first paragraph into the tone of Jiang Wen's movie, cough cough cough.

Ahem, to forgive Mr. Lin, of course it's not that simple hahaha.