Lin Xuanzhi closed his eyes, tears falling down the corners of his eyes, warm and cold.
Until the end, Yan Tianhen never hated him.
He didn't even hate him.
He is back.
Although it was the worst time in his life, he didn't think it was a big deal at all.
Once he was a bastard, but from today to the end of his life, he will never lose Yan Tianhen.
Just swayed all the way to the gate of Lin's house.
Yan Tianhen got out of the car and was about to pull the car into the gate, when a doorman came over. He saw that the person was Yan Tianhen, and his face suddenly showed contempt.
"I said, this main entrance is for distinguished guests and clansman ladies and young ladies in the clan, you go straight to the side door and go in." The voice of the gatekeeper led the principal.
Yan Tianhen bit his lower lip and said, "The side door has to go a long way, and the road is not easy. My eldest brother is on the car now. He is injured. He must go back earlier and let the pharmacist take a look."
"Heh, your eldest brother?" The gatekeeper and the person on the other side looked at each other, laughed in unison, and said presumptuously: "Could it be the genius of our family, the young master Lin Xuan? But how do I remember that he has become A waste person? The Lin family has house rules, and no waste and dogs are allowed to enter through the front door."
"Who do you think is rubbish!?" Yan Tianhen was immediately angry. He clenched his fists, wishing to go up and hit these two low-dogs.
However, this is not threatening. Everyone knows that the child adopted by Lin Zhan is simply a trash that can't walk smoothly. At most, he can only say a few words.
The gatekeeper said: "It's you, and the rubbish in the carriage!"
Another person smiled wryly and said, "How about it, is Master Lin Xuanzhi's bed comfortable? Even the dog he raises knows that he has gone to others to beg for mercy, so why are you following him so desperately? He doesn't look good in bed. not bad."
Yan Tianhen was furious and said he could, but he just couldn't bear Lin Xuanzhi!
Yan Tianhen waved his fist and rushed towards the gatekeeper.
The natural level of those who can look after the Lin’s house is not too low. Wang Wu didn’t care about Yan Tianhen’s little troubles. When you slap your chest, slap it out—
"boom!"
With a loud noise, Wang Wu, the janitor who was about to hit Yan Tianhen's chest, was severely hit in the head by a heavy object, and the whole person flew back.
Wang Wu's head burst, blood and brain pulp fell on the ground, and the gray ground was stained with dark brown, a large swath of white, white and red. The other people in the door were all horrified.
The atmosphere solidified for a while, and no one would have thought that someone would dare to kill at Lin's door.
Everyone on the scene looked at the carriage that looked tattered and stuck at the door.
I saw a jade-like hand opened the curtain and peeked out of the carriage.
That hand just made an undercut finger motion, and then a cold voice that resembled a piece of Kunshan jade: "Ahen, come here."
Yan Tianhen nodded, glared at the other janitor, and limped into the car.
Yan Tianhen wanted to lift the curtain and take a look, but the hand was retracted again.
Yan Tianhen touched his nose, reluctantly retracted his gaze.