Agreement lovers [entertainment]

Lin Dian didn't know that Qin Jiangyin had an injury on the left side of his abdomen, and he didn't know that any of his actions could be involved in that wound. He just wondered why Qin Jiangyin's hands were a little cold.

But he didn't ask.

After Qin Jiangyin's hand on the back of his hand moved away, Lin Dian carefully and clumsily pressed Qin Jiangyin's stomach and turned around.

The muscles on Qin Jiangyin's waist and abdomen are indeed strong, even if he presses it lightly, he can feel the stiffness.

It's just that Lin Dian lost those charming thoughts at the moment, and only asked him: "Does this still hurt?"

In fact, Qin Jiangyin, who didn't have any stomach pain at all, was sitting on the sofa in the back seat, like a beast with its belly open for its cubs to step on, its posture and tone were casual and lazy: "Yes. "

It's not the stomach that hurts though.

And no matter how lightly Lin Dian moved, it would only make Qin Jiangyin more and more painful.

But he didn't even frown, and even said: "You can use a little more force."

His tone was relaxed: "It's a little itchy."

Lin Dian didn't dare to use any force, and asked with a frown, "Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Qin Jiangyin handled it with ease: "I'll take some medicine later, it's fine."

He looked at Lin Dian's frown that was still frowning, and he still teased at this time: "Does your heart hurt?"

In fact, it is normal for people to have some physical problems.

Lin Dian knew this very well.

Because like him, he has tenosynovitis due to playing too many musical instruments and typing too much on the keyboard; he also suffers from back pain due to sitting at home for a long time.

Lin Dian didn't think that Qin Jiangyin's gastritis ruined Qin Jiangyin's image. After all, no matter how many people praised him as a god, he was still just a person.

What Lin Dian cared about, to put it mildly, was that he felt very sorry for Qin Jiangyin's obviously uncomfortable but understated appearance...

"Ah."

Lin nodded honestly, and tried his best to warm Qin Jiangyin's stomach with the warmth of his palm: "Does this feel better?"

He thought that Qin Jiangyin was not as powerful as they saw and imagined.

But he didn't seem disappointed, on the contrary, he wanted to know more.

Not the one on the screen, but the Qin Jiangyin in front of him.

Qin Jiangyin felt that the feeling of being distressed in person was a bit fresh, but there was also an indescribable feeling in his heart.

So he pushed Lin Dian's hand away calmly: "It's much better."

He paused, not giving Lin any time to talk: "Here we are, get ready to get off the car. Do you want me to help you get your things up?"

"No, I'll take the circle home." Lin Dian withdrew his hand, and quietly clenched it into a fist, keeping the firm touch in his palm, and said calmly, "Afterwards, we will go to Kyoto, and we will be fostered."

Qin Jiangyin agreed, let him pay attention to safety on the road, and remember to send a message when he got home. After Lin Dian answered, he opened the door and went down.

When Lin Dian entered the pet hospital, Feng Ting said quietly: "Brother Qin, why didn't I know you still have gastritis?"

Qin Jiang smiled faintly, took out his mobile phone: "I just got it."

Feng Ting has good eyesight, and through the rearview mirror, he caught a glimpse of Qin Jiangyin entering a shopping software: "Do you want to buy stomach medicine?"

Qin Jiangyin entered the title of the book and said casually, "It's a good suggestion."

But what he was looking for was a book called "An Isolated Island".

During the recording of the program, Lin Dian looked a little different when he mentioned the book. He didn't feel relieved at first, but now he suddenly wants to read the specific content of the book.

Qin Jiangyin rummaged through the book with the same cover as the one prepared by the program group, and said, "Go back and buy a red string for a pendant."

Feng Ting: "Oh, okay, excuse me, what are you doing?"

Qin Jiang twisted his fingers secretly, and looked at Lin Dian who came out with a cat bag and went straight into the community: "Didn't you go to take a picture of Guanyin a few days ago? Give it away."

Feng Ting was at a loss for a moment, then remembered this incident, and was a little surprised: "You still remember?"

Qin Jiangyin said in the interview that he has a bad memory, not for show or a lie, but for the truth.

But there's something about him that's creepy.

Sometimes some things are so small that he can remember clearly the tone of speech.

When Lin Dian took the elevator to the door of his house with the circle in his arms, he unexpectedly saw a man in a three-piece suit standing at the door of his house.

The other party was wearing square glasses with gold wire rims, his suit jacket was ironed so that no wrinkles could be seen, and there was a black leather document under his arm.

Lin Dian glanced at it, and his first thought was, isn't it hot?

Today, the highest temperature in Suicheng is 25 degrees. As a young man of 25 years old, Lin Dian can't wait to enter his fingerprints to enter the house and turn on the air conditioner.

You must know that he had already turned on the air conditioner at home when he was in the car.

But this hot-looking man was clearly looking for him.

Is it from his dad?

But his father never told him about it.

The other party bowed to him, and said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone: "Mr. Lin, hello."

Lin Dian understood in an instant that it wasn't his father, but people on his father's side would call him "Little Master".

Lin Dian didn't know what to say, so he held the cat and looked at him expressionlessly.

Seeing that he didn't reply, the other party continued: "Can I chat with you?"

Lin Dian glanced at the cat bag in his hand: "Are you okay?"

His attitude was colder and calmer than expected, which made the man pause for a while, and then calmly said: "It's about the second young master Qin, Mr. Qin has something to tell you."

Second Young Master Qin?

Qin Jiangyin...?

Lin Dian didn't know what the Qin family's genealogy was like, but he remembered that Qin Jiangyin said in the interview that he was the only son.

He felt strange, scanned his fingerprints and put the cat and his bag in the entrance, but didn't let the man follow him into the house: "Let's go to another place."

Keeping strangers out of the house is the most basic security concept.

There are cafes and leisure areas on the first floor of every building in the community. Lin Dian and the man moved to the cafe.

Lin Dian originally wanted to talk about a contract, but just sit down and say a few words. There is no need to order. The waiters in the cafes on the left and right are very good and don't care.

But the helpless man insisted on asking Lin to order, and said that he would pay, so don't worry too much about such words.

The waiter who knew Lin Dian on the side showed a little doubt.

Although Lin Dian personally doesn't like sweets, he also doesn't like the bitterness of coffee, so he looked at the waiter waiting for them and said, "Sister, the trouble is as usual."

The waiter smiled and winked at him: "I know, we specially reserved it for you."

After the waiter came up with a glass of milk, the man pushed his glasses, and a faint sarcasm flashed across his lowered eyes.

Lin Dian didn't notice it, so he just took a sip from the cup, and thought about whether he should turn around and tell the waiter here, so that he doesn't have to bring it to him later.

This milk is from abroad, the output is very limited, and it will not be imported. Every time the owner of the coffee shop in the community goes on a trip, he will bring him a few boxes and put them in the coffee shop in their building.

Either Lin Dian doesn't like drinking, or he will have more interactions with Qin Jiangyin in the future. He still remembers his money-poor persona.

Is it a bit too extravagant for people who are short of money to drink milk that is rounded off to two yuan per milliliter?

After the hand-ground coffee ordered by the man was served, the man finally spoke and interrupted Lin Dian's fugue: "Mr. Lin, your case is not difficult to find out. Your biological mother is the chief executive of a foreign theater, which is indeed very embarrassing." We all admire you, but your biological mother was pregnant before marriage, and you don't have much contact with her, we all know this. And you must also know that Second Young Master Qin is the son of the Qin family in the capital..."

From this sentence, Lin Dian couldn't quite hear what this man said.

His mind was full of those two words - "dizi".

There is one thing to say, his father would not use this kind of expression that existed before the nineteenth century.

Lin Dian felt something was wrong.

Even if the Qin family is a century-old family, there shouldn't be any legitimate sons and concubines in this era... Isn't the current society monogamous?

"...That's why Mr. Qin hopes that you can leave Second Young Master Qin."

The man pushed the document he had been carrying to Lin Dian. Although there was nothing wrong with his tone, let alone the slightest sarcasm, the contempt did exist in the air: "Here is the contract and a check for 5000 million. Of course, if If you need us to transfer money by bank card, we can also cooperate."

Lin understood.

He tilted his head slightly, and didn't think about what the Qin family's move meant. He just said, "5000 million is not enough to buy a violin."

The man froze immediately.

Seeing his frown, Lin Dian pursed his lips, tried not to use technical terms, and explained to the other party thoughtfully: "My mother has a violin, which was made by a well-known violin family in the last century. The price of that violin was 800 million last year. , but my mother won’t sell it, and she won’t sell it to me either.”

Lin Dian liked the sound quality and feel of the violin very much, and even talked about money transactions with his mother, but his mother refused to sell it.

She said that it was a bride price she wanted to give to her future daughter-in-law, and if Lin Dian wanted it, he would find her a daughter-in-law as soon as possible.

The man was in a mess for a while, and forced himself to calm down: "Do you mean to increase the price?"

When he came, he thought maybe this would be the case, so from the beginning they talked about adding to the...

Lin Dian slowly made a question mark in his heart.

Is this a vegetable market?

"Do not."

Lin Dian calmly drank the milk in the cup and stood up: "I'm not short of money."

He didn't know how to express himself, so he could only say something that anyone would think would be too cool to have friends: "Money is the cheapest thing for me."

man:"……?"

When the man got up to pay in a daze, the waiter waved his hand: "No, didn't Mr. Lin tell you?"

She smiled and said, "He orders from us and brings people to drink for free."

The man grasped the document bag in his hand, immersed in business for a long time, even if he was just an assistant running errands, he still had a keen sense of smell: "Why?"

The waiters were a little surprised. They rarely saw Lin Dian drinking with people, so they thought the man was Lin Dian's friend: "Mr. Lin knows our boss."

The man breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

It turned out to be just acquaintance.

Lin Dian, who had taken the milk, finally stepped into the house again and returned to his safe house. He slumped on the sofa, grabbed the circle who was trying to grab the milk from him, and at the same time sent a message to Qin Jiangyin.

【9: I just got home after something happened】

Qin Jiangyin, who was still parked not far from the gate of the community, glanced at his mobile phone and said to himself, "I've seen it."

He was a little curious about what kind of thunderbolt Lin Dian's character would cast on the Qin family, but now is really not the time to ask Lin Dian.

The bombs should be placed together to make the scene more spectacular.

Qin Jiang raised his lips and dialed Qin Zhi's phone directly: "You should have seen the hot search, right?"

His tone was gentle and unchanged: "I forgot to tell you before, you'd better stay away from him, don't let me know that you are close to him."

Obviously he deliberately let the Qin family investigate Lin Dian, let Qin Zhi send people to find Shang Lin Dian, and even let Lin Dian meet with the Qin family, but he wanted to give a warning when everything was settled.

"……what can I do?"

Qin Jiang smiled faintly: "It's really hard to say what I will do."

Feng Ting was sent to go shopping by him, and Qin Jiangyin was the only one in the car, and no one knew he was going crazy at this time.

His tone was relaxed, and his tone was brisk, as if his mood had soared into the sky today.

But the words that came out were not very pleasant——

"After all, neurotics are not criminally responsible for killing people when they are sick, and you know that."

The author has something to say:

Supplementary note: I am not criminally responsible, but I will be locked up in a mental hospital _(:з」∠)_ and the official organization must think that you were indeed ill at the time, not just saying that I was ill.

感谢在2021-11-1110:25:38~2021-11-1211:13:18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 of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Tian Tian Da;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!