Slag

Lin Jian twisted his foot for the first time in his life, and he was very inexperienced.The steps given by Du Niang were too cumbersome, and he couldn't stop watching.

Among Lin Jian's few friends, Fu Feibai had the best relationship. Half an hour after receiving Lin Jian's call, he rushed over to ring the doorbell with a large bag of medicines such as ice packs and plasters.

Ever since he left when he hit Han Qiu, Lin Jian lost all the strength to walk around with his injured leg, and now he only felt that standing up was a challenge for him.

So he simply sent the family password to Fu Feibai on WeChat.

"What's the matter? You can twist your feet even at home." Fu Feibai probably ran all the way here, before he could even catch his breath, he walked in and kicked the door shut before he started muttering.

Lin Jian was paralyzed on the sofa, and smiled wryly: "Isn't that right, thank you for your hard work."

Fu Feibai is a rather muscular fitness trainer, whom Lin Jian met when he went to the gym.

He put the thing in his hand on the coffee table, sat next to Lin Jianjiao, looked at it without hesitation, and couldn't help frowning: "What the hell, my sister can't do this at home come."

Fu Feibai has a younger sister who is 20 years younger. When Lin Jian met him, his sister had just entered kindergarten.

Fu Feibai skillfully applied ice packs to Lin Jian first.

"Why does your house still smell of oily smoke? You twisted your foot while cooking?" Fu Feibai could smell it from the moment he entered the door, and the smell of oily smoke was not light.

Lin Jian gave an indistinct "hmm".

The phone rang suddenly——

WeChat notification tone.

Lin Jian picked it up and took a look. It was the one he had just passed the verification 10 minutes ago.

If you like it, you like it. Now seeing this name, he is really about to have a heart attack.

At first, this young master thought that the biggest failure in his life was falling in love with a man, but later he realized that he also liked a man, and he was relieved; in the end, he felt that the biggest failure was sleeping with a man he didn't like. Pregnant until now.

Lin Jian also admitted that it was him who committed a lowly crime. Sooner or later, he will be cleared up when he has committed enough crimes. He has been waiting for half a year to see when this bastard can directly crush his bottom line. He probably won't like it if he dies. .

In the end, it didn't come to fruition, God loves to play with him, and it's the routine of "backfired" every time.

【. : I will give you three days]

Lin Jian took a deep breath.

【LINJIAN: I don't need it】

【. : I will find you in three days]

【LINJIAN: Shu Yi is looking at you in the spirit of heaven】

【. : What nonsense are you talking about?]

Lin Jian put down his phone and stopped replying. In order to distract his attention, he chatted with Fu Feibai about these days.

Fu Feibai is a fitness coach who likes to do live broadcasts. Lin Jian always appeared in his camera at the beginning. Because of his superior looks, Fu Feibai gained a lot of fans.

In this era of looking at beauty, fans strongly urged Lin Jian to open a live broadcast account.

Lin Jian agreed to meet the appointment, and at first opened up for a chat occasionally—it just so happened that he was always alone—to pass the time when he was bored.

It's just that this period of time is not very boring, and the live broadcast has been put on hold.

Fu Feibai complained, saying that fans called Lin Jian's name every day during his live broadcast.

Lin Jian couldn't help but let out the first sincere smile of the day: "I'll treat you to dinner when my feet are better, order whatever you want."

Of course, Lin Jian couldn't completely ignore Han Qiushi's so-called three days. He was hoping that Han Qiushi would come to him after three days, but he really didn't regard Han Qiushi's so-called bed partner theory as something worth thinking about.

On the second night, Lin Jian stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself, thinking that he had to go to bed early today so that his complexion would not be too bad when he saw him tomorrow.

It's just that God's routine is too consistent——

The next morning, Lin Jian was awakened by thunder, and it rained without warning.

Lin Jian walked to the window in thin pajamas and opened it wide.The cold wind and rain seemed to be laughing at his self-indulgence, and also seemed to be telling him brightly——it's raining, and he won't come to see you.

The reason is very simple, in Han Qiushi's eyes and heart, Lin Jian has never been a person worth meeting despite the wind and rain.

Lin Jian couldn't figure out how his luck was so bad, he wiped his face fiercely, knocked back the window with a "slap", and closed it forcefully.

He could only pray that the rain would stop sooner.

While having breakfast, it was raining, and Han Qiushi didn't come.

While sitting by the window reading a book, it was raining and Han Qiushi didn't come.

During lunch, it was raining, and Han Qiushi didn't come.

Lin Jian lay on the bed playing mobile games all afternoon, the rain kept falling, and Han Qiushi never came.

Until the evening, the rain finally stopped.

Han Qiushi didn't come.

Little liar.

When it was time to go to bed, Lin Jian could almost convince himself that Han Qiushi could do nothing too much. After all, he was almost strangled to death yesterday, and he had no complaints at all.

The superficial self was convinced, and the deep self took out the mobile phone, opened the address book, found the number named Han Qiushi, and dialed out with a ruthless heart.

The phone rang until it was about to hang up automatically. The voice was very noisy. Lin Jian heard someone who was very close to the phone shout: "Brother Han! You have a phone!"

Han Qiushi's voice squeezed out from the noisy crowd: "Who?"

"What's your name... Lin Jian? What the hell? Why do you have his phone number?"

Lin Jian: "..."

Although I don't know who it is, I can already guess that it is someone from Han Qiushi's circle.

"Fuck, why the fuck did I pick it up? Brother Han, hurry up." Liao Guangxi was surprised by the name, only to realize that he just slipped his hand to connect.

About half a minute later, Lin Jian finally heard Han Qiushi's voice, a little drunk, with a low voice, and only said "Hello", Lin Jian's heart trembled.

He squeezed the bed sheet, tried to calm down his emotions, and asked pretending not to care, "Didn't you say you came to see me today? Did you go back on your word?"

This kind of 20-year-old young man can't stand the most excitement, and can become rebellious when he asks casually, especially Han Qiushi, who was raised and raised since he was a child.

"Repentance?" Sure enough, the first thing he noticed was this word, he snorted coldly, and said lazily: "What is there for me to regret, why not do it for multiple people to solve the needs? I am in such a hurry to call Find me, have you figured it out?"

In two sentences, Lin Jian was asked the most embarrassing point.

Lin saw that the fingers holding the mobile phone were slightly white, and his voice was a little guilty and trembling: "That's not true, I just don't like being let go."

There seemed to be someone shouting at Han Qiushi, and he said absent-mindedly, "Just get used to it. I still have something to do, so I'll find you some other day."

Before going to bed tonight, Lin Jian had only one thing on his mind - he would be a dog if he called Han Qiushi again.

Han Qiushi's "another day" was changed too broadly, until a week later when Lin saw that his foot injury was almost healed, he didn't see anyone.

Lin saw that he had invited Fu Feibai to dinner in the afternoon, and Fu Feibai who received the location called excitedly and asked, "Did you send it to the wrong place? This place costs more than 2000 yuan per capita. I can eat my salary for several days."

Adhering to the principle of "may eat once in a lifetime" and "I can't waste it, I have to record it", Fu Feibai immediately set up his mobile phone and started the live broadcast after entering the private room.

The light entered half of Lin Jian's body, and the barrage had already begun to brush his name.

Fu Feibai concentrated on chatting with the barrage——

"Smelling money through the screen - that's not it."

"Is it Lin Jian?

"If you don't eat Lin Jian, you'll eat it up—don't worry, he won't be able to eat me even if I let him eat for half an hour."

"Who's here?—him."

"I know this store. Why is Lin Jian so rich without not working? ——Good question, I don't know, you have to ask him himself."

Fu Feibai turned his head and asked Lin Jian, "How does the person explain?"

Lin Jian put down his chopsticks and raised his head, and said very directly: "Because I used to be a rich second generation."

【before? 】

【Good guy, I knew you were not simple】

[Why before? 】

[The story of true and false daughters comes to mind]

"True or false daughter?" Lin Jian asked.

[It is the daughter of a wealthy couple who has been raising for more than ten years and finds out that it is not their own, and finds their own back]

Him and Shu Yi?Lin Jiangui felt in a strange way that it would be a good idea to apply their things to this bloody story.

"No, the main reason is that I'm ready to be a rich generation now." Lin Jian interrupted the netizens' continuation of the rich and bloody story in time.

Fu Feibai followed his words and said: "Isn't it true that rich people are not satisfied with being the second generation of rich. I am the only one in the world who is poor."

Two large characters were neatly brushed across the barrage - fart.

Lin saw that he was almost done eating, so he went to the bathroom after talking to Fu Feibai.

It’s just that before he got there, he heard an unusually familiar voice. Seeing that he subconsciously thought of Han Qiushi, he approached and listened——

"Shu Yi?"

"It's me, why is your phone turned off all the time? I've been looking for you these days."

"What? Then you now..."

"It's good that you're fine. You didn't tell us when you went abroad. If Liao Guangxi didn't mention it that day, I thought something happened to you."

Lin Jian leaned against the wall, listening to the voice close at hand, talking on the phone with someone on the other side of the ocean.

This way of chatting is too small for couples, Lin Jian feels uncomfortable listening to it.

He turned around and was about to leave, but just as he took a step, he suddenly heard... himself?

"Does this have anything to do with your brother?"

Knew it.

No matter how he explained, Han Qiushi's suspicion of him could not be dispelled.

It seems that this bad thing that has almost nothing to do with him can only be believed by others if Shu Yi, the person involved, said the five words "has nothing to do with Lin Jian".

He wanted to hear what Shu Yi told Han Qiushi.

Should he push the matter to himself, or explain it for him kindly?

"Hello? Hello? Why did you hang up?"

Bye?

Lin Jian laughed out loud, really good at it.

Who is this kid following in his heart? It's no wonder that I have never defeated him in the 20 years of staying in the Shu family.

Lin Jian cursed in a low voice when he heard Han Qiushi, and he was thinking in ecstasy: Does Han Qiushi still swear?

He didn't realize what the footsteps meant, and when he realized it, he was pushed against the wall, and the man grabbed him by the neck again——

"You, steal, listen?"

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Han Qiushi: I was the one who eavesdropped