Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

Angry from his heart, perhaps mixed with imperceptible confusion, Lin Yi turned Jiang Yuhuai's room upside down.

The commonly used things inside have been taken away by people, and the windows are bright and clean without leaving any dust.

The house was terribly empty and lonely, and Lin Yi suddenly realized something, rushed to Jiang Shan's door, and knocked hard on the door: "Shanshan?"

There was no movement, and Lin Yi opened the door and entered. The room inside was even more empty than Jiang Yuhuai's room. It can be seen from the empty bottles and cans on the dressing table.

Lin Yi's face was completely blank, all this happened without warning, like a loud slap - "slap" on the face.

When he came back to his senses, the anger burned out his reason belatedly, and Yi Lin kicked down the obtrusive dressing table, and the mirror "cracked" and shattered to the ground.

"These two white-eyed wolves!"

How dare you join him, bring down the branch, and sever ties with him?

Lin Yi's eyes were burning, he stared at the debris under his feet for a long time, and suddenly ran downstairs to the study.

He entered the password to open the safe and rummaged through a stack of papers.

Lin Yi remembered very clearly that he had put it in the middle, but when he turned it over, he found that the old piece of paper had already been replaced with a brand new piece of paper.

Branch title deed is gone!

There was a rumble in Yi Lin's mind.

Jiang Yuhuai, that wolf-hearted and unfilial son!

He pulled out the paper, and it read:

I am sincerely honored to sever the father-son relationship with Mr. Lin, and hereby take back the birthday gift from my grandfather in the past.From then on, Mr. Lin's illegitimate son took care of his health and death.

Lin Yi was furious, and slapped the torn paper on the table with his palm, crushing it hard.

After a long time, Edward Lam calmed down.

He was right in guessing that Jiang Yuhuai was really ambitious, and he was afraid that he would resent him for changing the surname of the Jiang family's property to Lin for a long time.

The most urgent thing is to deal with the unfavorable public opinion left by the branch. It is not uncommon for such incidents to have problems with ingredients.

……

The new home is no more luxurious than the Lin Mansion, everything is simple and comfortable.

The preparation of the new store was handed over to An Dezheng. Qu Yang had nothing to do recently, so he just stayed at home and randomly checked Jiang Shan's schoolwork and supervised her to complete the collection of vernacular poetry.

Jiang Shan is young, and she has been losing a lot of hair recently.

The day before the opening of Xiangde Garden, Qu Yang finished admiring the tenth letter he had received in the past few days, and his style of writing was more greasy and hypocritical than that of Jiang Shan, a young girl in her prime.

Lin Maoyuan is such a ghost.

As usual, he was handed over to Mao Liutuan and thrown into the wastebasket.

Qu Yang felt that it was necessary to change his education method, and letting Jiang Shan write and write at home all day long would easily provide a hotbed for his head full of sorrows and sorrows, love between men and women, and become the next Lin Maoyuan.

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it became, Qu Yang called to stop Jiang Shan: "Let's go for a walk today."

Jiang Shan jumped up and leaned over to push the wheelchair courteously: "Okay, okay, brother, where are we going?"

"Walk around, you can tell me where you want to go," Qu Yang turned to look at Jiang Shan, the latter thought of something, his bright eyes lit up, and he added with a smile, "Of course, if you get dizzy on the road, you can also go." Say it in time."

Feeling the elder brother's care, Jiang Shan froze: "..."

Mao Liu endured a smile and followed Qu Yang, turning his back and locking the door.

It's just a casual walk, but with Qu Yang's situation, he can't go very far, at best it's just the streets around the house.

About 10 minutes later, Jiang Shan looked at the crowd in front of her, and asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?"

She stopped unconsciously and looked at the crowd in front of them in shabby and patched clothes. These people seemed to be living at the bottom, skinny and skinny, with dirty and knotted hair, out of tune with the bustling lake city.

Jiang Shan felt a visual impact and lost the function of speech.

Sixth Mao glanced at Qu Yang indiscriminately, the young master stared at the front quietly, not knowing what he was thinking, so he coughed lightly and explained: "Miss, you know our current situation, there are only a few stable places, other The land is not peaceful. In addition to man-made disasters, there are also natural disasters. If there is a famine and a large cement flow, the treasury will not allocate much money, and they can only be refugees, floating around like ghosts."

Jiang Shan didn't speak.

"There are more and more people coming to Hucheng, and it is becoming more and more difficult to find a livelihood in Hucheng. Isn't the Fushoumen branch closed? The young master thought that there are still a lot of ingredients left, so he distributed them to these people."

Jiang Shan pursed her lips.

Some people are living a difficult life these days, and she may not have heard of it, or may not have seen it in newspapers and literary works, but seeing this "difficulty" so intuitively, her throat seemed to be strangled and suffocated.

Jiang Shan took a deep breath, feeling tight in her chest, and pushed Qu Yang away, but the scene just now took root in her mind, lingering.

She was silent along the way, and occasionally Mao Liu would ask her if she was tired, and suggested that he should push the wheelchair, but Jiang Shan refused.

Qu Yang bought some snacks, and the vendor wrapped them in oil paper, which was well insulated, and passed them to Jiang Shan: "The snacks in this area are pretty good, come, eat some."

Jiang Shan subconsciously reached out to take it, and Mao Liulai pushed the wheelchair.

She took a few bites, and she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye, and her hands stopped.

The young man sitting in a shop first smiled in surprise when he saw her, and then thought of something, the joy on his face faded completely, and he lowered his head in disappointment.

—Winning eyebrows, making gestures.

Qu Yang looked on coldly, and clearly felt that Jiang Shan next to her had the urge to become dizzy again. She was really curious why Lin Maoyuan didn't want to face her after not seeing Lin Maoyuan for a few days.

Her discomfort was so obvious that even Sixth Mao could sense it.

When Jiang Shan was nervous, her fingers began to pick and pull on the skirt again, and her feet slowly moved forward. Unexpectedly——

"Friend?" Qu Yang looked at Lin Maoyuan in the shop, greeted him with a smile, and turned to look at Jiang Shan.

Jiang Shan nodded slowly.

"He has been looking at this side." Qu Yang said again.

Sweat broke out on her forehead, Jiang Shan didn't know Qu Yang's attitude, she felt very uncertain, she probed in a low voice: "Brother, this is my bosom friend in literary creation, I... Shall I go over to say hello to him?"

Bosom friend?

Qu Yang tasted the word "taste".

"It's been a while since I came out, just take a break, let's go there together."

Seeing Qu Yang following him, Lin Maoyuan lowered his head to calm down.

He heard from Lin Yi that Jiang Yuhuai knew that his father had an illegitimate child, but he was not sure if he had exposed it yet.

It's okay to be exposed, Jiang Yuhuai made a foolish trick, and ended the father-son relationship with Lin Yi, almost picking sesame seeds and losing watermelon.

However, when he thought of Jiang Shan, he felt that it would be good not to reveal it for the time being.

I don't know when the identity is revealed, Jiang Shan knows that she actually has feelings for her half-brother, stupid and unethical, what will be her expression at that time?

Really looking forward to it.

Even though his mind is sunk in the gutter, Lin Maoyuan has been demolishing the White Party for so many years, and on the surface he still looks handsome and glamorous.

He was dressed in a neat suit and had a good-looking skin. People who didn't understand the truth would think that he was Mr. Pianpian and Zhuoshijia.

"Hello," Lin Maoyuan stretched out his hand and smiled, "You are the brother Shanshan often mentions, right? I have heard the name of brother Yuhuai for a long time."

"Who is this gentleman?" Qu Yang had no intention of shaking hands, and his expression was indifferent.

With the undercurrent surging, Jiang Shan bit the bullet and introduced: "Brother, this is Lin Maoyuan, who has the same surname as his father, the Mao of Maolin Xiuzhu, the source of the source."

"Is your surname also Lin?" Qu Yang seemed to have inadvertently asked, and a socially standard smile appeared on his face again, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Lin Maoyuan's eyes were inquiring, and he didn't know whether he was hinting or just doing it casually.

No more awkward chatting, the few people first discussed and ordered food, and chatted with each other while waiting for the food to be served.

"How did Mr. Lin and Shanshan meet?"

"You Tianshan...Miss Jiang's bag was stolen. I was not far from the thief, so I caught up with the thief and took it back to the original owner. That's how I met Miss Jiang."

"That's it," Qu Yang nodded, "But I remember Shanshan just said that you are her bosom friend in literature."

Jiang Shan was inexplicably shy about bringing her boyfriend to meet her parents, and she was even more embarrassed to raise her head when she heard this.

A confidant in Wen Qing's heart, this amount is not light.

"Ah," Lin Maoyuan was taken aback, as if he had received some recognition, and smiled happily, "Maybe it's because of fate with Miss Jiang. We met several times and gradually became acquainted. We talked about some compatible ideas with each other, and occasionally communicated with each other. Letter. I didn't expect Miss Jiang to invite me as a confidant, this... I am really honored."

As soon as these words came out, those feelings that had not been exposed just now were a little blatant, and Jiang Shan was both happy and nervous.

Mentioning the letter, Lin Maoyuan lowered his head, as if a little depressed: "It's just... I heard that brother Yuhuai and Miss Jiang have moved, but what happened? I haven't received a reply to the letters I wrote to Miss Jiang recently."

Lin Maoyuan sent her a letter, why didn't she know?Jiang Shan was puzzled: "I..." I didn't receive the letter.

Qu Yang was surprised: "Didn't Shanshan write back to him?"

"Brother, I didn't see a letter at all."

The confusion on Jiang Shan's face didn't seem to be fake, Lin Maoyuan breathed out a little depression, and then he choked on Qu Yang's words——

"Mao Liu is learning to read and write letters recently. Every day, he goes to the mailbox to read the letters sent to him by a few pen pals. Could it be that he took it by mistake?"

Sixth Mao lowered his head, his shoulders trembled, his face was flushed, and his voice was unsteady: "I'm sorry, young master, I thought Mr. Lin's letter was from a pen pal, so I probably took it by mistake."

"But I really didn't mean it! Young Master Mingjian."

The smile on Lin Maoyuan's face froze and he lost control of his expression.

He deliberately racked his brains, and the ten love letters he wrote were not sent to Jiang Shan, but all were read by a servant?

"Mr. Lin, don't mind." Qu Yang rubbed his temples with a headache, and then let go of his slender fingers, "I don't think Mao Liu can't tell the difference, so it's understandable to cause this kind of oolong."

Lin Maoyuan smiled forcedly, and squeezed out a word between his teeth: "Oh?"

He noticed that the person sitting across from him was staring at him with a weird look on his face, and then he was relieved.

"Mr. Lin's style of writing is delicate, passionate, dense and sticky, and full of resentment. Sixth Mao mistakenly thought it was a letter written to him by the little widow in the west of the city."

Sixth Mao's shoulders trembled even more, and his voice trembled: "She wrote me letters in the tone of a special woman. I thought those letters were 'My dear, we haven't seen each other for a day. I feel like dew that has lost its moisture. , Hanging in vain on the leaves, drying up and dying. Come and save me, kiss me, kiss my wounded soul...'What is the little widow of the west of the city."

"I really didn't expect Mr. Lin to go this way, so I misunderstood it."

Facing the strange eyes of the three people opposite, Lin Maoyuan was about to die now.