"Don't ...... Don't!"

"What's wrong with you? Wake up!"

Lin Yimo woke up the big break in his dream.

After Da Chuang opened his eyes, he saw Lin Yimo lying next to him.

Then he exhaled a long breath and stared at the ceiling with both eyes stunned, silent.

"Have a nightmare?" Lin Yimo frowned and asked Da Chuang.

Da Chuang wiped his face with his hand, then looked at Lin Yimo and said, "Oh, it's okay, maybe I was too tired yesterday." Then, after a moment's thought, he asked, "What time is it?"

"It's past six o'clock, let's sleep. Let's be in Qindao, Mr. Deng will give you a few days off, just to let you have a good rest, sleep. Lin Yimo said as he gently stroked Da Chuang's face with his hand.

Da Chuang nodded, leaning the pillow against the back of his head, but he couldn't sleep.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw the scene of Kunzi jumping from the upstairs, and saw him saying that he didn't want to die.

For Silly Kun's death, it has always been a pain in Da Chuang's heart, he thinks that Silly Kun's death was caused by himself, if it wasn't for the slap at the beginning, maybe the ending would not be like this.

Da Chuang rarely regrets it, but this time he really regretted it, and he couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart.

Although he attributed Silly Kun's death to the prince and personally cut off the prince's life, he has always had nightmares these days, and he has never let go of it in his heart.

Deng Qian has been discharged from the hospital, and specially gave him a few days off to let him take Lin Yimo out to have a good time.

Lin Yimo wanted to go to the Potala Palace in Tibet, and wanted to see the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain and Erhai Lake, but in the end he came to Qindao, just because Da Chuang felt that he would go back here quickly, and he always felt that Deng Qian would not let him go so easily, and soon, Deng Qian would call him back.

Da Chuang picked his face and sat up.

"What, don't sleep anymore?" Lin Yimo asked.

"I can't sleep!" Da Chuang, dressed in a pair of white shorts and shirtless, showed a strong muscle, and walked to the window.

"Huh!"

The curtains were pulled open, and a ray of morning light shone in.

"What are you doing, I haven't got clothes on yet!" Lin Yimo was so shocked that he hurriedly wrapped his body in the quilt.

Da Chuang smiled, "The opposite side is the sea, what are you afraid of." ”

"Rogue ......" Lin Yimo grabbed the quilt with his hand and said angrily.

Da Chuang turned around, looked at Lin Yimo and said with a smile: "Hooligans, I have more hooligans!" As he spoke, he rushed to the bed.

"Don't!" Lin Yimo hurriedly got his little head into the futon.

Da Chuang threw himself on the bed at once.

"Little Baby......

"Oh, you're so disgusting, you look like a villain in a movie!"

"Men aren't bad, women don't love ......"

"Jingle Bell ......"

At this moment, the cell phone on the bedside rang.

"Who is this, the ...... in the morning" Da Chuang sat up helplessly, picked up the phone from the bedside, glanced at it, frowned and said, "Something will happen so soon?"

"Who?" Lin Yimo poked out his little head and asked Da Chuang with a wink.

Da Chuang gestured his finger at Lin Yimo, and then connected the phone.

"Hey, Brother Qian?" said Da Chuang as politely as he could.

"Hehe, it's very humble, but you don't know how to scold me in your heart, right?" On the other end of the phone, Deng Qian asked with a smile.

"If you don't talk about Brother Qian, hehe......"

"Huh?"

"How can you, hehe!" Da Chuang said with a smile.

"What, didn't delay your rest, did you?" Deng Qian asked.

Da Chuang plucked his ears and said, "What, Brother Qian, if you continue to ink like this, it will be a real delay!"

“...... Isn't there something I have to say? Deng Qian's tone was obviously a little embarrassed.

"I've been on the phone, what's the point of doing it, let's say, does the organization need me, can't wait for me to go back?" Da Chuang lit a cigarette as he spoke.

"Why don't you say that you are smart, you don't need to understand what you say, what is it, how about it, come back?" Deng Qian asked tentatively.

"Brother Qian, do you know why I didn't go to Shangri-La, Potala Palace, Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, and what ......?"

"I don't have any money. ”

“...... Da Chuang almost fell on the bed with a puff of cigarette, "Brother Qian, are you burying me like this? I'm not ready at any time, do you need me at any time!"

"Okay, Da Chuang, it's really you! I know what I'm thinking!" Deng Qian said.

"Say, Brother Qian, what's the matter?" Da Chuang asked as he pulled the cigarette ash from his chest.

"Recently, there was an auction at the pawn shop, and I want you to go there. Deng Qian said.

"What's the matter, the auction? let me go? What are I going to do, I haven't been to that place since I was so old, I don't even know what the auction is for!" Da Chuang wondered why Deng Qian suddenly let him go to the pawn shop.

"You are still the legal person of the company, and I want you to shoot something in the name of the company!" Deng Qian said.

"What's the fun?" Da Chuang asked.

"No, Brother Qian, I don't know, when did you fall in love with this game?"

"Anyway, if you can come back, come back quickly, and I'll tell you the details when I get there. ”

"No, I don't seem to have sold it to you, Brother Qian?" Da Chuang asked helplessly.

"I'm a person who doesn't like to use foul language, I've always felt that I'm a Confucian general, but if you force me to use foul language, then I can't ...... it."

“...... Okay, I'll buy a plane ticket in a moment, and I should be able to buy it, and I'll be back tomorrow at the latest. ”

"If you can't buy it, buy first-class business class, and be sure to come back today!" said Deng Qian, who could not refute it.

"In such a hurry?"

"Don't worry, I'll reimburse you. ”

"I didn't mean that. ”

"Okay, that's it for now, let's talk about it in detail when we get to the place. ”

"Hey, it's not ......"

"Click!"

Da Chuang glanced at the mobile phone that had hung up the call in his hand, and then skimmed it to the bed.

"Big Ink ......"

"Don't talk to me!" Lin Yimo turned his head to the other side.

"No, you heard it just now, it's not good for me. Da Chuang said helplessly.

"I don't care, it's only been a day, and I'm going to pull you back, so I wonder, the earth won't turn around without you?" Lin Yimo complained.

"Hehe, if you want to say that, it seems like it's really ......"

"Get out!" Lin Yimo turned his head, picked up the pillow at the head of the bed, and threw it over.

"What's that, wait for the future, next time ......"

"No next time!" Lin Yimo finished speaking, and quickly wrapped his head in the quilt.

"Ink ......"

Just when Da Chuang approached Lin Yimo and was about to persuade her, the mobile phone that had just been left on the bed rang again.