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At the tense moment when the whole network was waiting for the truth of "Lin Zhao's death" to be revealed, Ye Tinghe really didn't want to see Lu Shiting.

But Jingzhi pushed him out and told him that "it can't be helped, he gave the money", as if he was doing some illegal human trafficking.

Ye Tinghe had no choice but to pretend to say hello to Mr. Lu: "Is there anything I can't talk about on the phone? I'll take this trip all the way."

Lu Shiting looked at him with a smile, and said, "Yeah, I think so too, if you didn't block me, I wouldn't come here."

I really can't talk today.

What's more terrible is that the chatting place at the moment is the corridor outside Ye Tinghe's room. Anyone who passes by sees it and takes a picture. Hammer was leaked to the Internet.

But compared to this, Ye Tinghe is still more reluctant to let him in.

So he supported the door frame with one hand and pulled the handle with the other, guarding like a chaste woman, with his reluctance written all over his face.

This appearance made Lu Shiting amused, and said, "You are guarding against thieves."

Ye Tinghe ignored him, and asked directly: "What's the matter?"

"Ask you whether you consider changing jobs in the exam, and the treatment will be favorable."

If Ye Tinghe didn't know him, he would have mistakenly thought that he was really a dusty pearl who needed three invitations from the boss, buying some black hot searches from time to time to force himself to submit, it was really a great face.

"Don't come." Ye Tinghe made an excuse, "The fans are afraid that Shijia will sign me just to carry the sedan chair for the prince, and threaten me to show me if I dare to leave."

But Lu Shi stopped for a moment to expose it: "Really, who is the fan who sent me a private message overnight, begging me to scoop you up?"

"I don't know," Ye Tinghe dismissed those people's fan registrations with a cold face, "It must be Lu Pingjia's."

Speaking of this is really boring, Lu Shiting's expression didn't seem to want to force it, but for some reason, he added an extra sentence: "Have you ever thought that it will be difficult to get out if you don't go for a while now?" ?”

Ye Tinghe didn't speak, but was understood by Lu Shiting that he could continue. He lowered his voice and said, "Do you think you can sit back and relax with Ji Xu as your manager? They don't know who you are, How could I give you such a big deal for nothing?"

He said it so earnestly, as if he was really only thinking of Ye Tinghe.

Ye Tinghe couldn't help laughing after hearing this, and asked him, "Who else am I?"

"It's not like you can't come back," Lu Shiting looked at him puzzled, "Grandpa already wants to regret it, and don't you get along well with Jiajia?"

"So, that's why you sent him here?" Ye Tinghe was more confused than him, "Why are you still like this, you can easily repent when you want to repent, and when I want to repent, tell me to bear the price of my choice ?”

"Can that be the same?"

"What's different? I'm already bearing the price of my choice, why are you still not satisfied?" Ye Tinghe's eyes were cold, with a sneering smile on his lips, "I should hide like my mother, like Will he feel at ease if he dies and sees no one at all?"

Lu Shiting was a little anxious: "Can you stop being so extreme all the time? Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, why can't you let go of those things in the past and talk about it?"

When he said this, Ye Tinghe looked at his clear eyes that were exactly the same as Lu Pingjia's, and he actually understood in his heart, so even after hearing Bailian's words like this, he didn't feel much resentment.

Yes, he should be full of resentment towards these so-called family members.

When everyone makes mistakes, wouldn't it be good for everyone to bear their share of mistakes?

Why does grandfather blame him for the fault of his daughter who ran away from home for many years without hearing from her, and why does he have to bear the consequences of her mother's ignorance and marriage to a scum?

In the end, he had already admitted it, but there were still people who were dissatisfied and asked why he was so extreme and couldn't understand the difficulties of the elders?

Ye Tinghe just felt tired: "I really have nothing to say to you."

This sentence caused Lu Shiting to suddenly become angry: "Then you are going to force us to just watch? Watching my grandson and brother become a living tombstone for all of them to commemorate Lin Zhao?!"

Ye Tinghe actually nodded: "Yes, isn't it good?"

Lu Shi stopped for a moment, and asked him, "Are you crazy?"

"How do you know that I didn't do it willingly? Maybe this is the meaning of life I've found for myself." Ye Tinghe looked calm, as if he was seriously asking for his opinion, "Don't you think, let me be someone else's tombstone?" Is it more meaningful than being Ye Tinghe?"

He successfully stopped Lu Shi and left.

When Ye Tinghe closed the door, he was still thinking that Lu Shiting was actually quite difficult. Grandpa is a rock, and his younger brother is a fool. He finally pretended to be an old classmate and spent so long with his cousin who was kicked out of the house. The cheap brother who can't be picked up by any posture is also a lunatic.

It's not easy, but what does it have to do with his tombstone.

When I ran into Luo Que early the next morning, the other party approached mysteriously, with a look of seeing something on his face, and said that when he bumped into Lu last night, he stopped the building and came to look for him.

Ye Tinghe didn't sleep well, so he nodded without much energy, and wanted to leave after him.

It was rare for Luo Que to see him looking listless, but he didn't come back sharply like before, and his teasing heart suddenly faded away.

He thought of some possibility, lowered his voice, and asked very tangled: "Hey, what's wrong with you? He can't be...he came to rule you?"

The voice became smaller and smaller, but Ye Tinghe still didn't speak, as if acquiescing.

Luo Que's expression suddenly brightened, and he couldn't help but wonder why there are so many gays in his mother's entertainment.

The person walking in front of him suddenly started laughing, the hand holding the railing of the stairs trembled slightly, and he was about to be unable to stand up laughing. The assistant reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, for fear that he would fall down the stairs and hurt the old shirt. The face that the wages can't afford to pay.

In the end Ye Tinghe squatted in the middle of the stairs, the assistant and Luo Que looked at him in horror, as if they were looking at a psychopath.

He raised his head to find Luo Que, his pupils were black and white, flashing with a smile: "Yeah, he ruled me."

Luo Que seemed to be humiliated by him, scolded you for being sick, and walked away angrily.

When the assistant pulled Ye Tinghe up in fear, he really wanted to ask what he was laughing at, but hesitated for a long time before asking.

Fortunately, he didn't ask, because even Ye Tinghe himself couldn't tell what he was laughing at.

Netizens have been waiting for a long time for the mysterious case named "Lin Zhao's death" which finally came to an end.

Under the tree identified by the man, only a crystal coffin was dug out. It seemed that there was an apple in it, but because it had not been vacuumed for a long time, it had already rotted and covered with mildew.

When asked about the whereabouts of Lin Zhao's body and what happened that day, he suddenly changed his words and said that he was knocked out when he was just about to call an ambulance, and he didn't know anything when he woke up.

When the Wumian sisters scolded this lunatic on the Internet and tried every means to intervene in the process so that the police must not let him go, only one person knew that what he said was actually the truth——

Lin Zhao.

He remembered that the sun was very bright that day, and Cicada hid in the woods, barking all the time.There was a lake not far away, and it was shaded by mountains. The temperature was not too high, and it was within his tolerable range.

But the surrounding area is very noisy, and the sound of propellers is ringing in my ears, sometimes far and sometimes near, and I can't tell the specific direction.

A timid and cautious figure came out from somewhere, holding a round thing and asked him in a low voice:

Brother Zhao, do you like apples?

He actually recognized this person, it was just this kind of perspective that was suddenly reversed between pitches, and the nonsensical lines that were invaded by fairy tales...

It's ridiculous.