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

Zhugong quickly calmed down, slightly let go of the hand holding Jin Shan's waist, bent down and hugged the big orange, which was already visibly unhappy to the naked eye, touched its solid, thick and firm flesh, frowned, "Want me to accompany you?" What are you going back for?"

Jin Shan pulled her to the front of the tablet, pointed like Lin Qingqian, "Boss Lin will arrange work for me."

Lin Qingqian laughed, and explained the arrangement of the Lin family and the Luo family to Zhu Gong again.

"That's it." Zhu Gong lowered his head, gently patted the cat's head, and Daju narrowed his eyes comfortably, "So why do you want me to accompany you back?"

Jin Shan was momentarily at a loss for words.

Oh yes.

"Sister Zhugong~" Jin Shan acted coquettishly subconsciously, "I'm not panicking, if I become the head of the Xie family in the future, you can help me."

Bamboo Gong used some strength, his eyes diverged, he didn't know what he was thinking, after a long time, he said softly, "Okay."

It's also time to meet Jin Shan's mother, my teacher's wife.

Lin Qingqian looked at Zhu Gong's expression as something strange, touched her chin, thought of something, narrowed her eyes, and said to Jin Shan and Zhu Gong, "I'll go too."

Zhu Gong raised his head in confusion, "What are you going to do?"

Lin Qingqian looked at Luo Zhu, who was watching the show, with a half-smile, "Go and do something, lest someone accuse the Lin family of only picking up ready-made ones."

Daju was twitching his tail comfortably by the bamboo gong, unaware of the tragic ending that he would be sent to foster care by his master again.

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In the end, besides Zhugong, Jinshan, Lin Qingqian and the other three who embarked on the Xiangjiang journey, there was no doubt that there was an extra Song Qingyue, and while Lin Zhiyin complained, "You should also buy a private jet yourself", let Get out of your car.

The child tilted his head to look at the sea of ​​clouds outside the window, and wanted to poke Lin Qingqian beside him, "It's pretty pretty...Lin Qingqian?"

She found no one around, turned her head to look, Lin Qingqian didn't know what she was doing at the back of the cabin, and the flight attendant looked at her inexplicably, "Boss Lin, what are you looking for? Let me help you."

Lin Qingqian waved her hands and continued to search.

Zhu Gong and Jin Shan were sitting together, they didn't say a few words to each other.Jin Shan didn't dare to look at Zhu Gong, whose brows were stained with gloom—ever since the day he knew he was going to Xiangjiang, Zhu Gong had been in this strange state.

"Bamboo Gong!"

She woke up suddenly from the fugue, and found that Lin Qingqian was calling to herself with her waist pierced.

"Boss Lin?" She got up and approached Lin Qingqian, frowning, "What's the matter?"

Lin Qingqian sighed, "You have been with Mom for so long, you should know a little bit about her habits. Where do you think she hides her wine?"

The flight attendant looked at her in confusion, "Boss Lin, we have prepared wine."

"It wasn't prepared by you." Lin Qingqian smiled at her.

"Why don't you take a look at that vase?" Zhu Gong pointed to the ornaments on the table.

Lin Qingqian muttered: "You can't put it down." She looked at the small vase and wanted to pick it up casually, but found that it was actually fixed on the table.

"Ha," Lin Qingqian said with a smile on his face, "Organ."

The flight attendant looked at her in shock as she twisted the vase and took out a bottle of Romanee-Conti from the interlayer of the desk.

Lin Qingqian handed the wine to the flight attendant, motioned for her to open it, and said to Zhugong, "Have some?"

Bamboo Gong shook his head slightly.

"You can't do this." Lin Qingqian looked at Song Qingyue and Jin Shan who were looking at him curiously on the other side of the cabin, leaned on the table, and said to Zhu Gong in a warm voice, "When facing a tough battle, you must always rest well Well, your mental state is too bad."

Zhu Gong tried his best to smile: "Boss Lin, I'm fine." She lowered her head, scratching the grooves on the table with her fingers, "I'm just a little bit reluctant."

"Why not?" Lin Qingqian was a little surprised.

"I can't bear that child." Zhu Gong turned his head and glanced at Jin Shan, Jin Shan gave her a smirk, she nodded and smiled back, "I have to say goodbye."

She had already made a decision: if one day she met her teacher's wife, she would stop teaching Jin Shan.

She was still worried about what happened back then.

That's why she quickly "ripened" Jinshan like a force-feeding duck, even at the expense of pulling seedlings to encourage them.

Lin Qing sighed, looked at Zhu Gong's stubborn eyes, took two glasses of wine from the flight attendant, and handed Zhu Gong a glass, "I will not interfere with your choice."

Zhu Gong took it and took a sip lightly.

"Just, don't regret it in your heart." Lin Qingqian patted Zhu Gong's shoulder, walked back to her seat, pulled Song Qingyue into her arms, and motioned for her to put her ear close.

"What's wrong?" Song Qingyue leaned over obediently.

Lin Qing whispered a few words quietly, "You lost the bet."

Song Qingyue looked at her in disbelief, then poked his head to look at Zhugong who was exuding sadness all over his body, and asked in a low voice but surprised: "Sister Zhugong didn't realize it?"

"No," Lin Qingqian sighed, "I thought I was repaying a favor." She spread her hands to Song Qingyue.

Song Qingyue pretended to be stupid, "Why?"

Lin Qingqian rubbed her thumb and index finger, "I lost the bet, where's the money?"

"Jin Shan didn't get enlightened, and you didn't win." Song Qingyue tried to play tricks.

"We're betting on whether or not the bamboo cup will be enlightened," Lin Qingqian continued to spread her hands in dissatisfaction.

Song Qingyue let out a long breath of resentment, took out the wallet from the bag, took ten red notes and stuffed them into Lin Qingqian's hands, muttering dissatisfiedly, "It's so stingy to return the heir of the Lin family." Outside are not happy.

A smile appeared on the corner of Lin Qingqian's lips, and he kissed her lightly on the face, "This is talking about business and rules."

Zhu Gong looked at the two people who were throwing dog food without paying for their lives, silently finished the red wine in the cup, then sat back in his seat, closed his eyes and meditated.

Jin Shan felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, she wanted to say something to Zhu Gong, but she didn't dare to speak when she saw the tiredness between her brows.

It's not too far from S City to Xiangjiang, and the plane landed soon.

It was Xie Wengu who came to pick him up.

He was wearing regular clothes, when he saw Lin Qingqian, the smile on his lips instantly became more sincere, and he went forward to meet her.

Lin Qingqian shook his hand and joked, "Don't you want to avoid suspicion? How many people are staring at us."

Xie Wengu shook his head, "Avoid suspicion," he praised Lin Qingqian, "I'm still counting on the fox to pretend to be the tiger."

Jin Shan waved at him and said dissatisfiedly: "Brother Six, you don't even say hello when you see me!"

Xie Wengu looked at the little demon king and smiled helplessly, "Little aunt."

Song Qingyue complained: "Your generations are really messed up."

When Jin Shan returned to Xiangjiang, she was much more energetic. At this time, she cheerfully stepped forward and hugged Xie Wengu, "Let's talk about our own."

If she wanted to call those second generations of the Xie family who were older than her mother called elder brother, she couldn't.

Xie Wengu patted her on the back, but felt a cold look in her eyes, which made him shiver.

Looking at it intuitively, it was the expressionless Zhu Gong.

"This must be Assistant Zhu." He was a little confused, not knowing where Zhu Gong's hostility came from, so he could only greet him honestly, "I've heard the name for a long time."

Zhu Gong shook his hand, then calmly pulled Jin Shan behind him.

After exchanging pleasantries, they got into the extended Lincoln.

Xie Wenting sat inside, smiled at Lin Qingqian and Song Qingyue: "We meet again."

Song Qing looked at him curiously: "You seem to be very powerful."

"It's still worse than President Lin." Xie Wenting stretched out his hand to Lin Qingqian, his brows were warm and upright, those pretended dullness disappeared, replaced by sharpness like a drawn sword: "President Lin, let's get to know each other again. Well, I'm Xie Wenting."

Lin Qingqian nodded and replied solemnly: "Lin Qingqian."

Just as Xie Wenting was about to speak, he saw a certain demon king sneaking in. His expression collapsed instantly, and he said weakly, "Little aunt."

Jin Shan rushed over excitedly: "Third brother!"

Lin Qingqian pursed her lips and held back her smile.

What a ghostly name.

"Third brother, last time I went to Wanfo Mountain to see my sister." The confusing and indistinguishable address puzzle continued, "She seems to be in a good state recently?"

Song Qingyue blinked and asked Lin Qingqian, "Is it the time we met her last time in Wanfo Mountain?"

Lin Qingqian nodded: "Yes."

Her expression twitched a bit: Jin Shan's "sister" was of course Xie Zeqing—this was counted according to seniority; and Jin Shan called Xie Wenting "brother"—this was counted according to age.

And Xie Zeqing is Xie Wenting's mother...

What kind of mess?

Xie Wenting was already used to it, but subconsciously looked at Lin Qingqian.

"We already know." Lin Qingqian looked at him gently, "Speaking of which, I might call you brother."

Xie Wenting's face was a bit complicated. He looked at Lin Qingqian and shook his head, "Forget it, it's too weird."

He looked at Jin Shan, "Shall I take you back to Grandma Seven first?"

Well, the "seventh grandma" he was talking about was naturally Jin Shan's mother.

Jin Shan nodded: "Sister Zhugong and I will go back."

It was only then that Xie Wenting saw the silent Zhugong with a cold face, who logically was his junior sister.

But this junior sister didn't look very happy.

He wisely didn't care about the strange atmosphere between the two of them. Instead, he ordered the driver to drive and asked Lin Qingqian, "Are you here to assign us a task?"

Lin Qingqian shook her head: "It doesn't count, I'm here to provide you with ammunition."

She took out two thick documents and handed them to Xie Wenting and Xie Wengu: "To be honest, a business war is an information war. Whoever has more information will win. This is the ammunition the Lin family provides to you."

The two opened the file, Xie Wenting was okay, but Xie Wengu's expression changed again and again: "This is not me...!"

Lin Qingqian still smiled uncertainly, shrugged: "How did you know you were friends at that time?"

Xie Wenting covered his face, not wanting to look at the stupid Xie Wengu, "I clearly reminded you."

"Send Jin Shan back first, and we'll talk about it later."

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"Ma'am, Miss will be home soon." The servant reminded the woman in the sweater.

The woman is probably over 60 years old, but she has never lost her beauty, and she can still see the peerless beauty of the year from her eyebrows and eyes.

"Ah, yes, look at my memory, I almost forgot." She slapped her head, got up, walked towards the yard with great interest, and muttered, "I thought this kid wouldn't come back this year."

"How can it be?" The servant hastily stepped forward to help her, "Miss is so filial."

"Mom!" Jin Shan jumped out of the car and rushed into the woman's embrace.

Inside the car, Lin Qingqian patted Zhu Gong's shoulder, "Go."

Zhu Gong took a deep breath and stepped out of the car.

The woman who was hugging Jin Shan with a smile on her face suddenly trembled when she saw the Zhu Gong.

Jin Shan was a little strange, she looked up at the woman, then turned her head to look at Zhu Gong, instantly became happy, ran to Zhu Gong, took her hand, "Mom, this is my teacher I told you about, Her name is..."

"Bamboo Gong." The woman called out her name with a complicated complexion.

Jin Shan froze, let go of the hand holding Zhu Gong's wrist, looked at the woman, then at Zhu Gong.

Zhu Gong bowed slightly: "Master."