Huo Yanying ended the call with her old friend and felt that her voice was a little hoarse.

After making dozens of calls in a row, he was indeed a little tired, so he put down his phone and touched his two thick, ninety-degree lowered eyebrows.

Lin Xiangyun appeared behind him silently, put his slender hand on his thin shoulder, and kneaded it gently.

Huo Yanying closed her eyes comfortably, leaned back in the chair, as if she was asleep, and looked peaceful.

After a while, he closed his eyes and suddenly spoke: "How are you preparing for the exam?"

Lin Xiangyun pouted: "It's okay, I'm sure." By the way, you really asked me to go to graduate school as your student......? Your apprentice?"

"Yes. ”

Lin Xiangyun slapped him lightly, his voice was soft and moist: "Wouldn't it be particularly exciting to love with his apprentice?"

Huo Yanying remained silent, "I only know after trying." What about you, don't you find it particularly exciting to do that with your ancestor?"

"He Tui, old rascal, ignore you. ”

"Obviously, you talked about this topic first......" Huo Yanying's eyebrows twitched.

"Don't talk about this," Lin Xiangyun straightened his face, "How is your son?"

"I don't know, he should be able to withstand this little wind and waves. ”

"Knowing that he can resist, you still sell this old face, and beg people everywhere to help him speak? If you want to use favors for me, you are reluctant?"

"Hey," Huo Yanying finally opened her eyes, revealing a hint of helplessness, "There's no need for you to eat my son's vinegar." And I don't necessarily have much to help with. ”

"It's good to know, old fellow, it's not your time anymore, you just have to live in peace, don't worry about these things. Your godson is very capable, and he doesn't need your help. ”

"How?"

"Come with me. Lin Xiangyun dragged Huo Yanying to the computer in the study and pointed to a Weibo.

Huo Yanying picked up reading glasses from the mouse and looked at them, and the corners of her mouth rose.

"This little thing, when did you get the relationship over there?"

"Your mind is too dim, can't you be a cherished talent? Your godson is handsome, gentle, and talented, who doesn't like it. ”

"Hey, hey, you can't see anything else!"

"Come on, you. If you don't quit drinking, I'll dump you and live with your godson. ”

"Hehe, then again, you would think he has a gentle personality. ”

Lin Xiangyun was surprised: "Isn't he gentle?"

"Not really. In fact, he has always been gentle, but he was too sharp before, and to be honest, his emotional intelligence is a bit low, so he gives people a sense of domineering and difficult to deal with. ”

"After going through so many things, it is impossible not to change, and it is normal for him to learn a little smarter. ”

"Perhaps. Huo Yanying shrugged, looked at the screen again, and then took off her reading glasses.

That Weibo was just posted on the official Weibo of the Dahua Police Headquarters.

"Thank you Hemingway for creating a passionate and righteous song for us. The Police Headquarters has made a decision that the 'Police Song' will become a special song for the Dahua Police from today, and all units across the country are requested to promote the serious study of all in-service police and auxiliary police in an orderly manner. ”

......

When Fan Yuhong walked out of Gongrong Building, he looked up and saw that it was already dark.

The deep forehead lines, the fine crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, the swollen and dark bags under his eyes, and the bloodshot eyes made him look more haggard than a sixty-year-old man.

He sighed and looked at the traffic on the road.

During this time period, the roads in the urban area of the magic city are like the blood vessels of hyperlipidemia patients, congested and viscous.

He stood still, carefully pulling a crumpled cigarette from his trouser pocket, soaked in sweat and nearly broken.

He pulled out a plastic lighter and crackled it a few times before a flame erupted. He leaned over, lit the cigarette, and took a hard puff until the Venus appeared in front of him.

Although he will be fined if he is caught, he will be fined.

Smoke rises and changes in a myriad of shapes.

Ay. People want to do something, why is it so difficult?

He imagined his beautiful son pointing at his nose and saying bitterly: "I can't even quit smoking, and I still say that if you do business, forget it! Such a good project of Blue Bird Music has been ruined by you! Admit it, you are a wreck!"

He shook his head.

The picture in his mind changed, and his daughter's pretty face appeared, with sadness in her eyes: "Dad, you said that you love me and are willing to do anything for me." I don't ask for anything else, you don't want to smoke secretly, okay? Although it was detected early and the operation was successful, the doctor said that if you continue to smoke, your life expectancy will be less than 5 years!"

Fan Yuhong lowered his head, took another deep breath, dropped the remaining two-thirds of the cigarette, and stepped on it.

There were passers-by who walked past him, looking at him with contempt, as if silently condemning him for his lack of qualities.

"Your sister's quality!" Fan Yuhong scolded in a low voice, bowed his head and hurriedly walked to his car.

Suddenly, the mobile phone rang: "Forgive me for being uninhibited and indulgent in my life, and I will be afraid of ......"

Fan Yuhong picked up his "flowing gold" mobile phone, glanced at the caller ID, and frowned slightly. He stopped, pressed answer, and complained, "Why did you call back!"

A hoarse female voice rang on the other end of the phone: "What the hell, you called me 7 times in an hour, you are sick! Fan Yuhong, the old lady told you ......"

Fan Yuhong held the phone farther away so as not to be damaged by the high-decibel noise.

After a while, he brought his phone closer again, and while the woman who was about to become his ex-wife stopped to catch her breath, she said calmly: "Do you know what happened to Lin Ke today?"

"How could you not know, the whole world is talking," the hoarse voice of his half-race wife, Vivian, suddenly raised its pitch, as if wary, "what are you doing, what are you doing about you, are you going to meddle again?"

"After all, if you are a friend, of course I want to help him," Fan Yuhong explained, "Your boss and Lin Ke knew each other before, and I remember that they had a good relationship." Can you persuade him to speak out in the name of your company to support Lin Ke?"

Vivien's voice raised an octave again: "You're a big fool 13! What kind of ecstasy soup did Lin Ke pour you? What did he do to you before, you have forgotten? I will kill that bastard!"

Fan Yuhong said dissatisfiedly: "He has always respected you, how can you say that about him!"

"How much money did he make you lose, have you calculated! He suddenly had a brain twitch and invested all the future proceeds of his copyright into a charity fund, and he didn't want to think about it, and some of it should be the money you deserve! When your Blue Bird Music needs to find investment, how did he refuse you! How many times did he say that he wanted to give you a little share of 'Zhizhen Culture' when he was drinking at our house, and as a result, it was all given to his illegitimate daughter!"