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The two went downstairs together, Yan Mien had already finished breakfast by herself, but she was still sitting on the chair, resting her chin and watching them coming.

Lin Zhao first went to help Ye Tinghe get the antipyretics, and after sitting down, Yan Mien lay down on the dining table, facing Lin Zhao, staring at him intently, with a narrow expression: "You have been away for a long time."

Lin Zhao looked down at her: "What are you thinking?"

Yan Mien chuckled, with a small expression of "I don't talk but I know everything".

Lin Zhao couldn't help laughing, he was too lazy to argue with her, and directly kicked her off the table.

"Go down after eating."

Yan Mien frowned reluctantly, and muttered angrily: "It's just for breakfast, you want two of you together, right?"

Ye Tinghe poked open the runny heart of the fried egg with the tip of his chopsticks, put it into his mouth and swallowed it, solemnly, pretending to be unaware of their movements.

After taking the medicine, Ye Tinghe didn't go back to the room to rest, but poured himself a glass of water and brought it to the living room.

He sat next to Lin Zhao and watched him and Yan Mien put together yesterday's 1000 yuan jigsaw puzzle.

The little girl was fighting with great interest, and he was drowsy watching it, and kept his attention by chatting with Lin Zhao.

"Why did you suddenly have a fever and catch a cold?"

"I don't know, maybe it's just bad luck."

What he meant was that the illness came out of nowhere, but Lin Zhao thought this statement was very interesting.

"Then I'll give you a little more luck, so you can get better soon."

"Okay." Ye Tinghe closed his eyes and stretched out his hand, as if begging, "Give it to me."

"How much?"

"There are so many photos in a forest, would you like it?"

Lin Zhao smiled, grabbed his fingertips, squeezed them lightly in his hands, "Okay, I'll give it to you."

Yan Mien kept staring at the puzzle, not daring to look up.

Although what they said was actually very common, and there was nothing she couldn't listen to, but they just felt that their existence was superfluous.

After holding it in for a few seconds, she couldn't help but raised her hand and touched her earlobe, hating herself for being so sharp.

Lin Zhao asked him, "Don't you care about the trumpet?"

"I don't want to sell it, it's my diary."

"Even if someone checks in your diary every day?"

"Whatever they want, I'm very generous." Ye Tinghe thought for a while and asked, "It's been so long, and it's still on the hot search?"

Lin Zhao said: "Ji Xu has withdrawn, but the topic is still there."

Yan Mien added: "I just watched it yesterday, and it was highly discussed. It's all about guessing who you like."

Ye Tinghe said in a daze: "The topic is still very normal, how could he be willing to put the 'deleted from the whole network' book on me, and burn more money..."

Lin Zhao asked, "Do you want it?"

He didn't hear an answer until he looked up and found that Ye Tinghe was leaning on the sofa, already asleep.

Ye Tinghe had a dream, and the dream was full of grotesque scenes, like a maze with no gaps.He felt like he had turned into an ant. He turned around with his head covered for a long time, and finally found a little light. A soft voice suddenly woke him up.

Ye Tinghe opened his eyes and saw Yan Mien sitting next to him, blinking at him, pointing to the vibrating cell phone on the tea table: "Someone is calling you."

He rubbed his drowsy head and thanked her.

After sitting up, I saw the note on the screen: The villain (has lost weight).

Yan Mien also saw this remark, and probably thought it was amusing, and asked curiously after reading it: "Who is he?"

Ye Tinghe hesitated for a moment, before he could figure out how to answer him, he accidentally poked his finger on the answer.

Lu Shiting's voice came from inside: "Where are you now?"

Ye Tinghe ignored him and immediately hung up.

Yan Mien stroked her chin and said, "Sounds familiar."

As soon as the words were finished, the phone vibrated again, and Lu Shiting called again.

Ye Tinghe stood up with a headache on his face: "I'll answer the phone."

Lin Zhao looked up and asked him, "Didn't you never answer his calls before?"

It seems so.

But it was difficult for him to tell Lin Zhao about his sudden panic at the moment, especially after seeing the unfounded marketing account news last night——

[Lu Yan was hospitalized late at night, President Xiao Lu left Shijia, suspected of being kicked out]

It said that Lu Yan had signs of liver cancer long ago, but he kept it from him, but he has been secretly preparing for his departure.Among them was calling back Lu Shiting who hadn't finished his studies, stuffing him into Shijia, and becoming the little Mr. Lu that everyone looked up to.

But his good intentions were not understood by Lu Shiting, and instead intensified the conflict between the grandparent and grandson.

Some time ago, Lu Shiting fought with the National People's Congress in a bar in the early morning and was detained by the police. The news of his resignation from Shijia came out the next day.

After a few weeks, Lu Shiting didn't come home, he lived outside by himself, and just returned to Lu's house last night, and sent Lu Yanqi to the hospital again.

Really... Lu Shiting is so filial.

Of course, Ye Tinghe knew how much nonsense there was in it. Lu Yan's family loved Lu Shiting the most, and Lu Shiting had devoted himself to getting rid of his monopolized grandfather's favor since he was a child, and he went both ways for more than [-] years.

Believe that the relationship between the two of them is bad, it is better to believe that they partnered to send Lu Pingjia to the auction for a high price.

He stopped and said to Lin Zhao, "Today...is an exception."

Of course he didn't care whether Lu Pingjia was kicked out, but just wanted to confirm one more thing.

But it'd better be true, and still be able to catch up with laughing at him.

Between puzzle pieces, Lin Zhao would occasionally look up at Ye Tinghe.

He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window to answer the phone, the outline of his side face was a little blurred by the sunlight, and all he could see was a dazzling white, so light that it seemed that the sun would evaporate and take it away at any moment.

Lin Zhao never heard Ye Tinghe's voice, not because of the distance, but because he did not speak.

It may be that the content of this call is really so heavy, or it may be that Ye Tinghe is unwilling to communicate with the other party normally.

With a sliding sound, Ye Tinghe opened the glass door and walked into the daylight outside.

Lin Zhao caught the sound and looked up.

He didn't know why he didn't call Ye Tinghe to stop at that time, and he didn't know why Ye Tinghe didn't come back after he went out.

Yan Mien put together the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle, and she was done. She clapped her hands, but when she looked up, she saw Lin Zhao looking at the glass door with a dazed look in her eyes.

The glass door is still open, and the shifted sunlight is removed from the marble tiles to the outside, leaving only the burning temperature and breath.

Yan Mien came over, looked outside, but did not see Ye Tinghe, and asked suspiciously, "Where did Brother Xiaohe go?"

"Go out if you have something to do." Lin Zhao said.

He walked over and closed the door, thinking inexplicably that when Ye Tinghe left, the children's cooling patch on his forehead hadn't been torn off.