In fact, just as Lin Luxiao opened the door of the ward, there were two people standing outside the door.
He was stunned for a moment, then reluctantly said: "Why are you here?"
Secretary Zhang hid behind him and winked at him, Lin Qingyuan frowned in his usual majestic manner, and said, "Go out?"
Lin Luxiao looked back at Shen Mu, scratched the corner of his brow, and hummed with embarrassment.
Lin Qingyuan is so shrewd. He glanced at him, walked inside with his hands behind his back, and said in a neutral voice, "The injury on your back is healed?"
"about there."
He shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he was better.
Lin Qingyuan snorted, then turned to tell Secretary Zhang: "Okay, you go and tell Dr. Zhang that he has been discharged from the hospital."
Tsk, Lin Luxiao put his hands on his waist, frowned and looked at the old man in front of him, did he come to find his own discomfort in the middle of the night
Secretary Zhang hesitated and said: "It's only been a few days, the wound hasn't scabbed yet, and the bandage is still covered with blood."
Lin Qingyuan: "I think he's quite lively, isn't he still going out?"
Lin Luxiao understood that the old man was dissatisfied with him. He lowered his head and was about to speak when Shen Mu who stood up behind him stopped him and cast a sideways glance at him, meaning to speak well. Turning around, he said respectfully to Lin Qingyuan again: "Uncle Lin, Lu Xiao is just bored in the hospital and going out for a stroll, don't worry about it, I will accompany him out, and I will bring you back later."
Since ancient times, children from other families have been pleasing to the eye. Among these children, Lin Qingyuan has liked Shen Mu since he was a child. Ruffian.
It's better to be a soldier, but I really couldn't manage it a few years ago.
Lin Qingyuan waved his hand, "Let's go, let's go, Shen Mu, don't disappoint your uncle's trust in you, this kid is really capable of causing trouble."
Shen Mu grinned, "Lu Xiao has changed a lot in recent years, so don't worry."
Just like this, the matter was settled one after another, and when he left the courtyard, Lin Luxiao felt a little unbelievable, how the hell did he just explain that stubborn old man.
The two walked to the car door, Shen Mu patted the roof of the car and motioned him, "I'll take you there, you can't drive, can you?"
Lin Luxiao nodded, put on the black assault jacket, pulled the zipper to the top, covered the military lining inside, and covered half of his face. The night wind was a bit cold, and it poured in from the neckline. He shrunk his neck and got into the passenger seat. He put his hands in his pockets, glanced sideways at Shen Mu who had just gotten into the car, and said calmly, "Are you my father's son?"
Shen Mu glanced at him while opening the CD, feeling a little funny: "You're quite jealous."
"Fart." Lin Luxiao looked out the window and snorted, "Anyway, he sees that other people are fine, but he only sees me as uncomfortable."
"Your father has high demands on you. If he didn't love you, could he have stopped you back then? Changed your will out of thin air? After he divorced your mother, don't you think he didn't look for it again? He was only forty at that time There are so many people, you need to find another one, and they have a child, what else do you have to do? Didn't people do this, and he gave up the custody of your brother back then, and now Lin Qi still hates him, he is now You are such a son, how can you not love you? You two are stubborn and have a problem, and they are absolutely biological. "
Indeed, Lin Qingyuan looked down on Lin Luxiao for everything he did since he was a child, and he would never praise others. Even if he did such a reassuring thing, he hardly ever got his father's praise. For Lin Luxiao, One day, if Lin Qingyuan praised him, it would be the first time for a big girl to get on a sedan chair.
Shen Mu drove on the road, turned the steering wheel and glanced at him, then changed the topic: "How did you get on well with that girl?"
Lin Luxiao rested his hand on the window sill, and was turning his head to look at the voice on the side of the road. Hearing this, he laughed, "Want to hear gossip?"
Shen Mu said: "You can't say that, I'm concerned about you, another question, who took the initiative?"
He thought about it seriously: "It's hard to say—"
"There's nothing wrong with that!"
Lin Luxiao: "Because I didn't know when I fell in love with her."
"When else! Emotional intelligence is worrying, you—"
As a result, Lin Luxiao frowned: "I think I may have liked her five years ago."
Otherwise, the scene where the girl lost a wad of banknotes when she left, he was still furious when he thought about it now, as if he was being prostituted, but she really didn't do anything.
Moreover, that night, he just accidentally sat on the soft little girl under the quilt, and he was eager to find a girlfriend to prove himself
unusual-
It's not normal!
Shen Mu calculated carefully, five years ago, that girl was only sixteen years old!
"Fuck—"
After thinking about it, he added a sentence, "You beast." The words were righteous.
Because he was too surprised, Shen Mu couldn't hold back, uttered a foul word, almost lost his grip on the steering wheel, when did he have a crush on that thing! However, he quickly adjusted his state, held the steering wheel, and gave him a thumbs up, "Excellent, next time whoever says you have low EQ, I will be the first to disagree!"
"roll-"
Thousands of words, turned into a cold word.
…
Jiang Ge actually prepared a lot for tonight's party, and when the girl in the gown came before him, he retreated inexplicably.
Ever since he was a child, there was nothing that could make him scratch his head like this. Whenever he is not responsive, and he is the young son of the Jiang family, although the old man will occasionally scold him, he dotes on him very much, and he is reluctant to let this little grandson suffer a little grievance. If the family knew that it was Nan Chu who tied him to the hotel and painted the turtle last time, the old man would definitely block the source of this little girl's film. Although I was angry at first, but after thinking about it, I really let the old man know. With his means, Nan Chu will definitely suffer, and he is reluctant.
At the beginning, I was looking for the program for Nan Chu, it was originally a whole-person program, it was for some firefighting education in the station, and it happened to be able to find some hard-working starlets.
But then the jungle survival game was really dangerous, and he couldn't bear it, so he found her a He Zhengping movie and asked her to act in it. When the little girl put on the navy blue cheongsam, her eyebrows and eyes were like Liu Yingying's, Director He also praised repeatedly in his ears, "By the way, this is Liu Yingying, the Liu Yingying I imagined."
At that time, he was smoking a cigarette, looking in front of the dark scene, the girl was holding an oil-paper umbrella, half-sleeved cheongsam with slits, her exposed forearm was as white as a broken lotus root, her hair was broken by her ears, and she turned her head with lowered eyebrows. , are all the charming bones of prostitutes, but they have that kind of glamorousness. From a distance, they look like a flower, but when they are up close, they are small daisies.
He told Shen Mu that he wanted to sleep.
At that time, it was Nan Chu who didn't dump him, just said it out of anger.
Seeing her being beaten later, he frantically kicked the door in the car to get out of the car, he felt panic in his heart, he finally understood that he wanted to treat her well and make her famous.
I don't want her to be buried by the public opinion again. It's not that I haven't read those words. Even a big man like him finds it ugly, let alone a little girl, she shouldn't be treated like this.
Some people think that he is sloppy, how long has he known each other, and they think that this girl is like a fairy.
Jiang Ge also felt as if he had been poured into ecstasy soup, but he couldn't tell the truth. He felt that women all over the world were inferior to Nan Chu. Later, when he went to see other women, he couldn't help it. Compared with Nanchu.
Not as beautiful as her, her nose is not as straight as hers, her face is not as small as hers, her skin is not as good as hers, and she is not as good as anywhere.
It's the insiders who come to the party.
In fact, I just want to use this as a warning—this girl, I cover her.
When Shen Guangzong said that the car had left the company, Jiang Ge had already asked his assistant for the 258th time, "How is my hairstyle? Is it okay? What about the clothes? Will it be too informal?!"
The assistant was expressionless, and replied mechanically: "It's okay, very good, you can formally propose marriage."
Jiang Ge snapped his fingers, "Good idea."
Assistant: "Don't mess around."
When the car entered the villa area, Shen Guangzong got out of the car first, and a pair of red high-heeled shoes stretched out from the back seat, with slender fair ankles.
The door opens.
A slender figure wrapped in a tight red dress got out of the car.
Nan Chu's make-up tonight is really amazing, but it's not because of Jiang Ge, it's because Shen Guangzong said that there will be many producers and directors attending tonight, and she has to fight hard to get more film appointments for next year.
The skirt is the autumn style that Han Beiyao's own Italian brand just released.
Tight-fitting, not low-cut, the front collar just covers the breast line, the collarbone is deep, and it can raise fish. A thin stubble was opened on the back, revealing a concave spine line from the base of the neck to the waist, with smooth muscles and bones, and a pair of straight and well-proportioned long legs under the upturned buttocks.
Jiang Ge stood on the window sill on the second floor and stared straight at him, losing his temper with himself inexplicably.
…
The banquet hall was full of people, in groups of three or four, toasting and celebrating. Those who came were all influential people in this circle, and to some extent they gave the old man's face.
Nan Chu was dragged by Shen Guangzong to toast and came back, his cheeks were flushed, and he sat down on the sofa with his hands fanning the wind.
The butt isn't hot yet.
A tall figure in a well-fitting suit appeared in front of him.
Nan Chu held up the cup and glanced at it.
He has a stern look, gentle and restrained, handsome or handsome, but he is not very popular.
Taking a closer look, he saw a string of black Buddhist beads in his hand, hey, it looked familiar, but before Shen Mu could speak, that hand nodded, "I remember you."
Shen Mu smiled, and put his hand into his pocket, "Little girl has a pretty good memory, my name is Shen Mu."
Probably seeing her captain's friend here, she felt inexplicably kind, raised her head and rarely took the initiative to talk: "What a coincidence, have a drink?"
Shen Mu bent down and said with a smile, "There is someone outside who wants to see you."
The little girl's eyes lit up.
Shen Mu deliberately said: "Are you still drinking?"
Nan Chu stood up and smiled heartily at him, "Next time!"
…
The late autumn wind is mixed with coldness. Jiang Ge's villa area is surrounded by poplar avenues, and the ground is covered with the afterglow of moonlight. Except for the whistling wind and the rustling of branches and buds, there is almost no other movement heard.
Lin Luxiao folded his arms around his chest and leaned against a champagne-colored car door.
The black jacket blocked the lower half of his face, revealing a pair of eyes deeper than the night. He lowered his head and kicked on the ground with his toes. This was a small gesture when he was waiting for someone.
Not far away, there was a sound of footsteps.
look up.
The girl had already thrown herself into his arms, carrying the chill of the night, she put her arms around his neck, hung on him, panting slightly: "Captain—"
Do the math, it's been a week since I saw you.
Nan Chu's heart was not calm, and he was in a panic. When he first ran over, he thought a lot—
What if it's not him
What if Shen Mu tricks her
But when she saw this familiar figure, her heart seemed to fly out, she wanted to run to him quickly, give him a good hug, and tell him that she missed him very much.
In the last few steps, he sprinted into his arms with all his strength, but the momentum was confiscated, and Lin Luxiao slammed his back against the car door heavily.
Taking advantage of the situation, he hugged Nan Chu tightly in his arms, raised his head and took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and shouted out whether it hurt or not—
The little girl tightened his waist, stuffing herself in his arms, "Are you done? Have you finished dismantling the bomb?"
Lin Luxiao hummed, hugged her tightly, and rubbed the back of her neck with one hand, "Aren't you cold with so little clothes on?"
Nanchu tightened again: "It's not cold at first, but you feel a little cold when you ask me that, but I think it's really warm in your arms."
The tearing pain in his back eased, Lin Luxiao smiled in a low voice, inexplicably said: "Sycophant."
Nan Chu raised his head in his arms, smiled, and rubbed against him again: "Captain Lin, I've made up my mind!"
Hearing this, Lin Luxiao lowered his head to look into her eyes, with an inexplicable smile on his handsome face, he raised his eyebrows: "Say."
Nan Chu said, "Let go of me first."
Lin Luxiao's gaze became meaningful, and he slowly let go of the little girl in his arms.
The sky was as heavy as a curtain, and the stars were few and far between.
The night was quiet, with the sound of rustling leaves behind them, the two of them had eyes for each other and could not see anything.
The moonlight shone lazily on the two of them.
Lin Luxiao put her hand in half, and was dragged back by Nan Chu. She stepped on her feet, rushed forward, and rushed him into her arms.
Lin Luxiao was silent for a while, then he heard someone say in his ear: "Why are you so obedient, let you go if you let me go, I want you to let go, you have to hold me tightly, like this, no I’ve heard it said on the Internet that when a woman tells you to go away, she just wants you to come and hug her tightly! I have had a problem since I was a child, my will is not strong enough, and if I encounter some difficulties in doing something, I will give up easily. I have never done it before. I have been in love, but I don’t know if I will have this problem in my relationship. If I really have this problem, you have to do what I taught you today. When I tell you to get out, you must not get out, really. If we get lost, there will be no play for the two of us. No one can guarantee that we will still love each other as much as we do now. What if one day I get old and ugly, and you finally dislike me. When we quarrel every day, I get angry When you talk about breaking up, you have to hold me tightly, and then resolutely don't break up! I'm actually very easy to coax, I really quarreled, and I can calm down by saying a few nice words about me."
This is sincere.
No one can guarantee that the two people's lives will always be as they were when they first met.
This long passage really shocked him.
Lin Luxiao hugged her, put his palms on the back of her head, lowered his head slightly and kissed the top of her hair, then went down, held the little girl's head, and gently rubbed it on her face, his eyes searched her face, trying to find She was not firm at all, but her eyes were determined, and even the thin eyebrows looked particularly persistent.
"Think clearly, and decide to follow me? If one day I sacrifice, can I bear it?" He lowered his voice.
Nan Chu said this very plainly, as if he really thought so: "Yes, if you die, I will find someone who treats me well and marry me, and I will definitely not think about our friendship—"
Lin Luxiao suddenly lowered his head to bite her lip, bit her lip so hard that he almost let her lip bleed before he let go, and whispered viciously in her ear: "The fortune teller said I can live to ninety years old." Nineteen, I won't give you this chance."
Nan Chu kissed back warmly, a little eagerly, his hand was already on his belt, and he said pantingly: "The fortune teller said, I can only live to be seventy."
"It doesn't matter, I will share ten years with you, we will live together until we are eighty or ninety, and I will take care of your funeral for the remaining year."
You can be with you when you live, and no one is alone when you die.
The lips and teeth are intertwined, and the night is lingering.
Nan Chu kissed him, pushed him into the car, and couldn't help it anymore: "Go in."