My Dear People · Moon Evening

The book says never to regret what you have lost, because what you can lose never belonged to you at all.

Such heartless and stupid words, how important is it to write them?

-June 2016, 1

Lin Yilin is a person who learns everything quickly, but he never understands the joy of doing business.

For him, it is always like a tedious and boring task to drink with the dignitaries he knows and does not know at the banquet, but he has to do it. Fortunately, the lovely guests came today, which slightly buffered those suffocating banknotes the taste of.

"Mr. Lin, these are the students you have sponsored since three years ago. They are very happy to be able to attend the reception today, and they have specially prepared gifts to thank you." Queen Yan's assistant suddenly brought a few immature The children, both boys and girls, looked youthful.

"Welcome." Lin Yilin took the opportunity to pull away, and showed them very gentle eyes: "I have seen your report card, it is really great, it is all achieved by your own hard work, the person who should be thanked is myself."

The extremely exquisite life after marriage is like a vacuum, sealing him, the prince's favorite rose, out of time, the more picturesque eyebrows and the clothes that can't pick out the slightest flaw make him more beautiful If it is not true, those impoverished students who came from afar from China are naturally cautious and speechless, and just smile with them.

Only the tallest boy was more courageous and stammered: "Lin, Mr. Lin, I also like the profession of architectural designer very much. I want to study architecture when I go to university in autumn."

Lin Yilin said: "Okay, if your English is good enough, you can come to the United States to try it out, and then contact me, and you don't need to call me Mr., you can just call me Brother, your name is...?"

"Shen Xuan." The boy's appearance is not outstanding, but he has a pair of bright eyes, which are very friendly when he bends down: "Happy Chinese New Year."

Lin Yilin took the gift he handed over, which he worked so hard to package very cleanly, without worrying at all, Yan Qingwei's assistant winked at the maid, and handed the dollar red envelopes prepared early in the morning to the children.

How considerate, how indifferent, almost like a charity.

Lin Yilin didn't want to question Yan Qingwei's style, but he felt sorry for it. After thinking about it, he took out the pocket watch in his suit and said, "This is a gift from my mentor. I give it to you today. May your dreams come true."

His mentor was Zhou Fanyi, a well-known Chinese architect. Shen Xuan was obviously very pleasantly surprised, and couldn't hold back his smile at all.

It wasn't until Chen Lu, who was already in formal attire, suddenly appeared and grabbed Lin Yilin's shoulders, that the short conversation ended abruptly.

His Royal Highness obviously thought that he had spent an hour to complete today's social tasks, and said without anyone else, "Go, I will take you to a good place."

Lin Yilin didn't want to stay here for a long time, so he smiled at the little guests: "Have fun."

Chen Lu's eyes fell on Shen Xuan, seeing that it was the child who had just been bumped in the corridor, he said, "It's you, Happy Chinese New Year."

Huabi took Lin Yilin and left without looking back.

Shen Xuan was treated so specially by the two masters, and got a pocket watch, which naturally made the children chatter and envy him. He himself was also very happy, but looking at the eye-catching backs of Chen Lu and Lin Yilin, it was inexplicable. I can't laugh anymore.

This is an era of transparent information. Lin Yilin's down-and-out life ten years ago has long been known as an after-dinner topic.

In front of the world who likes to get something for nothing, his own efforts are far less dazzling than Chen Lu's family background, and this is something no one can do.

As a result, the romantic date that was originally planned by the young master did not receive God's favor, all thanks to Du Ermeng's thick-skinned and ignorant.

"Lulu, you can't abandon me so ruthlessly, I'm bored here!" He almost lay on the front hood of the Porsche, covered in snow: "I came from Beijing to see Yours! Take me to play high!"

Chen Lu stood petrified in the garden: "I don't think anyone in a hundred miles is as high as you, go away."

Lin Yilin was in a good mood seeing De Wei's pistachio, and persuaded: "Forget it, let's go have a meal, I'm hungry."

"I ordered the service for couples, how can I eat it?" Chen Lu couldn't bear it when he saw Dewey's proud face, and immediately refused.

"Whatever you want." Lin Yilin sat on the passenger seat and closed the car door smoothly.

Dewey blinked his eyes deliberately to annoy people: "Lulu, you still love me, right?"

"It's so annoying." Chen Lu originally wanted to drive without a drop of alcohol, but now he can't get rid of Du Ermeng, so he took out a bottle of Chivas Regal from the small refrigerator behind the car, and leaned on the back depressed. Seat: "Come on, please invite us to dinner."

"Then let's eat Burger King." Dewey thought about the generous promise from his wallet, and excitedly took the car keys and entered the car. He probably didn't dare to look into Chen Lu's eyes again because he acted so fast.

These two enemies have never stopped bickering since they met. Lin Yilin has been in Chen Lu's life circle for a long time, and he knows why he likes Dewey.

Because it is easy, there is no need to think, let alone calculate.

In fact, in many cases, having a smart person as a confidant is far worse than having a fool as a friend.

Xiao Linzi had no intention of listening to the quarrel between the two of them, so he lowered his head and opened Shen Xuan's gift just now. It was a hardcover collection of Gibran's poems. He had read it a long time ago, and he really missed it when he touched it.

When I was walking, I only heard a loud noise in front of the car, and at the same time there was a strong shock.

"Dewey! Get the hell out of here!" Chen Lu completely collapsed after being splashed all over by the wine in the glass.

Dewey was stunned to realize that he had crashed into a very cool sports car before driving out of the Queen's mansion. He was also dumbfounded and stammered: "Snow, snow, the ground is too slippery."

Lin Yilin sometimes forgets why he is unwilling to raise children and dogs. Fortunately, there is Du Ermeng who can always provide him with very firm reasons. At this moment, in order not to embarrass Chen Lu who is full of alcohol, he has no choice but to get out of the car to deal with.

Very well, a brand new Aston Martin ONE-77.

If Zheng Luolai didn't bring money to redeem him, he could only consider selling Dewey.

The owner of the sports car must not be an ordinary person. He turned on the bright headlights and sat quietly in the driver's seat all the time, with no intention of coming out at all.

Lin Yilin bit the bullet and walked over, just as he raised his hand hesitantly, the car window slid down at a constant speed.

A very young and handsome face, pale golden hair neatly combed, only a few strands of gentleness hanging down beside the green eyes, making those eyes look colder and deeper, even more cold than the heavy snow.

They looked at each other for a moment, and the owner of the car suddenly propped his chin on the steering wheel, smiled unexpectedly, and said in very authentic Chinese: "Hey, can you not apologize because you think you are beautiful?"

If this stranger is easy to provoke, Lin Yilin really has grown up in the United States for a few years.

I was ridiculed for no reason, it's not true if I really say I'm sorry, and it's not true if I don't say sorry, it's so embarrassing to death.

Fortunately, Chen Lu finally took off the windbreaker that was destroyed by Dewey, showed his face, and said to the servant who came over after hearing the news, "Pay him."

After speaking, he dragged Lin Yilin away without even looking at the blond man from the beginning to the end.

Dewey followed behind to change cars.

Lin Yilin didn't need to ask at all, he knew Chen Lu better than himself. Seeing this situation, he knew that His Royal Highness not only knew that person, but also hated him very much. Hold your own hand as hard as that.

What a fool, life and death have already happened, what are you still worrying about and afraid of?