Slag

Although Han Lin didn't pay much attention to the matter itself, just looking at Han Qiushi's attitude was enough to make him angry.

Han Qiushi was locked in the room, and no water had entered from the night before yesterday.

Han Lin remembered telling him at the time: "It doesn't matter who you like, after you have a child, it's up to you."

In his opinion, as long as the Han family has heirs and can pass on the family business from generation to generation, it is all right.He doesn't care about Han Qiushi's love life at all.

But Han Qiushi seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, only reacted to his words, and strongly refused: "Impossible."

He raised his eyes to meet Han Lin's eyes: "I will not have children, nor will I get married."

"Boom!!" Han Lin slammed his fist on the table and said angrily, "You bastard! Do you know what you're talking about?!"

The Han family father and son don't talk often, to be precise, their whole family does.Never communicate when encountering things, interests first, feelings later.

The forced conversation quickly broke up, and Han Lin blocked the door for anyone to open the door for Han Qiushi.

——In any case, shut him down for a few days to let him have a long memory.

After the conversation with Lin Jian ended, Han Lin also left the Han family's old house soon.

Han Qiushi tried to find a way to call the housekeeper, and discussed, "Can you give me your phone first?"

The housekeeper was also in a dilemma: "I don't dare to do that. Qiu Shi, you should confess your mistake to your father. Don't talk about your mobile phone after you come out, you can have everything you want."

Han Qiushi thought about it for a moment, and changed his words: "I want to contact my mother, and I will have a chance to go out when she comes back."

The emotional relationship in this family is a bit indifferent, but fortunately the blood relationship is still there, Han Qiushi bet his mother will never let it go.

The housekeeper sneaked the phone in from under the door, and muttered: "Hurry up and return it after the call, and let your father find out that we are all dead!"

Han Qiushi promised well, and opened the phone as soon as he got it——

Hundreds of missed calls, mostly from friends I usually hang out with.Liao Guangxi called more than 40 times by himself, and even Shu Yi, who was far away in a foreign country, made more than a dozen calls.

Han Qiushi looked at the interface, swiping back and forth, but a name that should have appeared was missing from the missed call record.

——Lin sees.

Not a single phone call.

Lin Jian actually ignored him!

He was on a business trip, and Han Qiushi knew about it.

But he still couldn't tell what kind of anger he was getting.

The battery of the phone was only 5.00%, and Han Qiushi was about to look for his mother Zhong Rao's phone when the phone suddenly received another call.

Caller ID--

林见

Really wanting to come up with something, Han Qiushi clicked on it without even thinking about it, staring at the 5.00% battery display.

"Are you okay?" Lin Jian's voice was full of exhaustion, and the question in just four words was weak.

"It's okay." Han Qiushi said, "Are you back?"

"Well, I just arrived in the afternoon." Lin Jian said, "This matter is my fault, my negligence. For some reasons, I didn't tell you in time, and now—"

"No need to apologize." Han Qiushi comforted.

The next moment, he realized that he had been locked up for a long time and seemed to be out of his mind, and added: "It's not a big deal, my dad didn't take it seriously, there is nothing to explain."

Lin Jian paused: "Then... you still go home—"

Han Qiushi's phone screen suddenly had a missed call, and Lin Jian's call was squeezed onto it.

The caller ID is - Shuyi.

Ping An also reported, there should be nothing to say.

Han Qiushi interrupted Lin Jian without saying a word: "I have a call coming in, so I will hang up first."

Before waiting for a response from the other party, Han Qiushi had already answered Shu Yi's call.

Shu Yi's voice was very excited, and his tone was full of anxiety. As soon as the phone was connected, he hurriedly asked, "Han Qiushi? You finally answered the phone!"

"I'm fine, my phone was taken away, don't worry." Han Qiushi sat on the edge of the bed, lay down slowly, and continued to rest his body that hadn't eaten for the past two days, "Tell Guangxi and others that I'm fine, call me My phone is dead."

Shu Yi responded, and asked worriedly: "Although I know that Uncle Han will not do anything to you, but the nature of the matter is too bad... Is that man my brother? It's all my fault. If it wasn't for me, these things wouldn't happen happened."

"How can I blame you?" Han Qiushi smiled and said, "I don't blame you, it's just an emergency."

"Then can you still come to see me?" Shu Yi asked expectantly.

Han Qiushi estimated the time: "Yes, why not?"

"That's good. I'm still afraid...I'm afraid that you will be locked up because of this matter, and I won't be able to see you."

"No. The final exam will be in a few days, and if he won't let me out, I'm going to fail." Han Qiushi said.

At this moment full of seriousness and sadness, when he said this suddenly, Shu Yi was amused.

"You still have a good brain, don't you think it's all over?" Shu Yi relaxed a lot, "It made me worry for nothing."

"Let's talk about other things when we meet, the phone is about to turn off." Han Qiushi said.

He took advantage of the [-]% battery to call Zhong Rao, and the other party connected quickly.

In January, the days of the twelfth lunar month of winter.

Lin Jian, who was thin, was standing on the side of the road, holding a mobile phone in his hand, which was red from the cold wind.

He looked at the screen that was getting darker.

— was hung up on the phone.

Lin Jian raised his head and glanced at the night sky, his eyes were a little red, he cursed in a low voice: "Fuck."

After suffering all the grievances in the middle of the night, he was hung up without a word of comfort.

You little bastard, you piss me off.

It's not very easy to book a car tonight, Lin Jian didn't get home until midnight.

After a comfortable soak in a hot bath, I finally survived half my life.

He tried to call Han Qiushi again, but there was only a mechanical sound in the phone to remind: "The number you dialed has been turned off."

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感谢在2021-02-1823:28:57~2021-02-1923:20:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: the postman has a good knife and a pomelo in a book;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：青鱼鱼10瓶；oscuro5瓶；鱼鱼不吃渔4瓶；再来一罐2瓶；刻骨柚。1瓶；

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