"Young Master Lin, it's not that simple to admit it now!"
The manager grabbed him, with a gloomy and eager face: "What will we say when the time comes? Do you want everyone to know that the young master of the Lin family not only got into a car accident while drunk, but also blamed others?"
"That's what you taught me too!"
Lin Jing's chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to break free from his pull: "Jin Chu's injury hasn't healed yet, I heard it's hard in the detention center—"
"I taught it, but have you forgotten why we lied? If the investigation continues, Mr. Mu and Mr. Lin know the truth of that night, and it is impossible for them to help you again!"
He was only halfway through his words when he was interrupted sharply by his manager.
As if he had suddenly stabbed the hidden fear in her heart, Lin Jing's face turned pale again, the courage she had just summoned up instantly dissipated, and her struggling movements gradually stagnated.
Seeing that he had regained his composure, the manager breathed a sigh of relief, pushed Lin Jing into the nanny's car, and rushed back to Lin's house.
Su Shi got out of the car and was taken into the detention center.
He had just been discharged from the hospital, and he didn't even have time to bring his luggage, and he was taken into a single detention room before he was due to be investigated, and his surroundings were completely clean.
The bed is an ordinary hard board bed, and the jet lag in the new world has not yet reversed. Su Shi lay down with his arms pillowed on his head, slowly relaxing his sore body, yawned, covered the quilt, and closed his eyes peacefully.
The days in the detention center were rigid and boring, except for the curious onlookers on the first day, the rest was almost eternally quiet.
The food was mostly cold and the portions were pitifully small. When he came, he was wearing a suit that wasn't warm enough to keep out the cold. After only three days, he was so cold that he couldn't stop sneezing, and he used up a whole box of paper towels.
Su Shi wrapped himself in a quilt, took the medicine and lay down, when suddenly there was the sound of heavy footsteps at the door.
"Jinchu, have you been wronged these days?"
With a tense and concerned voice, Su Shixun looked over and raised his eyebrows indistinctly.
He knew this person, named Liang Qiu, a superstar at the level of a king, also signed under Lin's banner, and he was regarded as a pillar of the company.
The iron door was opened, Liang Qiu walked in quickly, squatted halfway beside the bed, frowned and pressed his arm.
"I know you don't have the temper to make such low-level mistakes. Your health is not good yet, so you can't make such a fuss. I'll take you out first and tell me what's going on, okay?"
In Mu Jinchu's memory, Liang Qiu has always been a kind senior and always took good care of him. In terms of relationship, Mu Jinchu is closer to him than to the Lin brothers.
If it was the original Mu Jinchu, he would definitely not be able to help opening his heart to him.
Having said that, anyone who wants to grab their own blame is undoubtedly a class enemy that must be fully guarded against.
Su Shi stood up, moved back vigilantly, lowered his gaze and said in a low voice, "I have nothing to say, Brother Liang, thank you, you can go back first."
"Jinchu, this is not something you can solve with loyalty. You know that now on Weibo—"
Liang Qiu stopped suddenly after speaking half a sentence, with a look of annoyance in his eyes, and after a long silence, he sighed heavily: "Forget it, I shouldn't have told you this."
Su Shi raised his eyebrows slightly, a gleam flashed across his eyes, and when Liang Qiu looked over, he lowered his eyes again, with a dull voice: "Brother Liang, tell them to return the phone to me."
"Okay, I'll tell them."
Liang Qiu agreed without hesitation, then hugged his shoulders kindly, slowed down his tone and asked softly: "If you have a mobile phone, please pay attention to yourself, and call me if you feel wronged, remember?"
I came here on purpose, and didn't even give me a warm coat, but I remembered to remind myself to turn on my mobile phone to read Weibo.
Really a friendly senior.
Su Shi let him embrace him without moving, nodded obediently, and watched him get up and leave.
Then he couldn't help but sneezed hard.
When you have a cold, the chances of allergies are much higher than usual. I don't know what brand of perfume Liang Qiu sprayed on his body, which made him sneeze and shed tears, and his nose was itchy like hell.
Su Shi rubbed his nose and lay back down. After waiting for a long time, the phone was actually sent back.
I haven't been on Weibo for three days, and I don't know what the trouble has become. Su Shi casually poked and flipped through it. Countless accusations and cursing had already been massacred in the comment section. There were many outrageous words. Just thinking about the way to die for him was enough for him to try hundreds of times without repeating the same.
The smell of perfume in the room hadn't dissipated completely, Su Shi sneezed again, wrapped in a quilt and sat on the bedside, holding his phone and looking through it with interest.
I even counted the number of messages in a good mood.
Ten experience points for each post, plus a discount, it is almost a hundred thousand, not counting the comments in other comment areas and online platforms.
Su Shi breathed a sigh of relief, and finally felt a lot more relieved.
The cold medicine was quite effective, and the drowsiness interrupted by the uninvited guest soon returned. Su Shi rubbed his eyes, threw the phone beside the pillow, and lay down easily.
It wasn't until he fell into a deep sleep that the door of the detention room was gently opened.
The force to unlock the lock was placed very carefully, and there was almost no sound. Someone walked in from outside the door, and the footsteps were also very light, but they just stood at the door and did not rush in.
The visitor was travel-laden, with fatigue from the long-distance travel between his brows, but his eyes were still deep and steady, quietly falling on the person who was still asleep.
"Boss Lin, do you want to-"
The assistant behind him spoke softly, but he silently stopped him. He gestured to the door with his eyes, and the assistant walked out knowingly.
Lin Feng walked lightly to the bed, and by the light in the corridor, looked at the person curled up quietly at the corner of the bed.
He was abroad when the accident happened, and Lin Jing didn't dare to tell him about the car accident. It was only after the incident was full of uproar that he found out from his assistant that such a serious incident had happened. He bought the nearest plane ticket and rushed back, only to hear that Mu Jinchu had been taken to the detention center.
To be honest, even though he has lived under the same roof for nearly ten years, he has never paid much attention to this younger brother who is also called his eldest brother.
When Mu Jinchu was first brought home, he happened to be studying abroad. Later, when he returned home to inherit the family business, he caught up with him and went to study abroad.
Most of the intersections that can be counted are when the parents are still alive. The other party would lower his head and call him big brother, and then he would dive into the room. Although his tone was respectful, he really didn't feel much closeness.
His impression of Mu Jinchu was actually very vague, he only vaguely remembered that the other party was silent and sharp, and he never refused to admit his mistakes when arguing with Xiao Jing. This time, I heard that the car accident was caused by Mu Jinchu's drunken driving, and seeing my younger brother who was frightened out of his wits, I actually got a lot of anger.
After all, he is the son of his father's friend and an artist under the company's banner. Even if he gets angry, he can't just leave him in the detention center, he can only take him back for further processing.
Lin Feng rushed to the detention center in anger, originally planning to take him away, but just in time for Liang Qiu to enter the detention room, he was delayed for a while.
But it was the delay for a while that made him inexplicably hesitant.
When Mu Jinchu flipped through his phone, he was actually standing in the corridor not far away.
The thin young man huddled at the head of the bed, holding the mobile phone carefully like a baby, rubbing his eyes while looking at the mobile phone, his thin shoulders shrugged slightly from time to time.
It's a little far away, and I can't see many details clearly, but I can clearly guess what's going on.
He knew in his heart how ugly and hurtful those words on the Internet could be.
Both of them were drunk, in fact, the responsibility may not be completely blamed on the one who drove the car. What's more, Mu Jinchu has a dull personality and has almost no social circle. He could only be dragged out to drink by Lin Jing, or he was encouraged by Lin Jing to drive.
The reason returned to its place, and most of the accumulated anger dissipated.
Lin Feng sat down beside the bed, and covered him with a quilt lightly.
The young man in the quilt curled up into a small ball, still sniffing in his sleep. The tip of the nose was slightly red, which made his face paler, and his eyelids also showed a faint blue color.
Seeing Lin Feng's heart softening, he couldn't help raising his hand to stroke his short hair.
To his surprise, not only did the sleeping person not wake up, but instinctively moved in his direction, the brows that were originally frowning were also relaxed, revealing some delicate and soft curves.
Lin Feng couldn't help being startled by the unexpected closeness, subconsciously held his breath, lowered his head to look at the young man's gentle and clear eyebrows, his chest inexplicably felt warm.
Obviously such a good boy.
I don't know if it's because he fell asleep, but the young man curled up next to him suddenly coughed, and his face suddenly flushed with pain.
He coughed so much that his body curled up tightly, his back arched in a forbearing arc, and his brows and eyes that had just opened suddenly tightened.
Lin Feng's heart jumped inexplicably, and he hurriedly calmed down for him. After only two pats, Mu Jinchu sensed the strength on his back and opened his eyes silently.
The room was pitch black, with only some light coming in from the corridor. The door was open, and someone sat beside the bed inexplicably.
Su Shi was taken aback. He stared blankly at the dark figure in front of him, and instinctively moved back.
He still had a cold and was severely allergic, and there was a layer of sparkle in his eyes. The tip of his nose was slightly red, his eyes were fixed on the other party for a moment, and he carefully moved back a little while hugging the quilt.
It's so wronged that it kills me.
Lin Feng's heart was sore, and he stretched out his hand tentatively, gently landed on the top of the opponent's head, and rubbed it with moderate force: "Don't be afraid, it's Big Brother."
The main character appeared!
Dazzled by the temptation to double his experience points, Su Shi's eyes lit up suddenly, without realizing that the other party's attitude seemed to be too soft.
Seeing the light that suddenly lit up in those eyes, Lin Feng's chest suddenly felt sore uncontrollably.
He had been looking forward to his own arrival.
In the child's heart, he believed that he could protect him.
Lin Jing has never been a very well-behaved and obedient younger brother. President Lin, who has almost no chance to experience the respect of brothers and sisters, softened his heart. He pulled up the quilt for him, and rewrapped his thinly clad young body: "I'm sorry, Brother should come back soon."
His strength was very gentle, so gentle that even Su Shi vaguely sensed something was wrong, blinked his eyes blankly, and suddenly sounded an alarm in his heart: "Brother, don't you scold me?"
Lin Feng raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little surprised by his question, but he couldn't help but laugh for a moment, and rubbed his head harder: "I won't scold you. Let's go, let's go home."
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Su Shi: No way, you have to scold me! ! !Σ(っQД Q;)っ