The temperature in Oucheng District soared to 26 degrees Celsius on Saturday afternoon, which was not a big deal compared to the cooling, but it was indeed a little unprepared for Lin Miao's family, who were dressed tightly to go out.

He wiped the sweat on his head, took off his coat and hung it on his hands, and reiterated the benefits of buying a car with Jiang Ping in a tone that was obviously pretending to be calm in Lin Miao's opinion: "I see that if you buy a car, it is much more convenient to go out, and install an air conditioner in the car, there is air conditioning in the summer, there is heating in winter, it is convenient to bring things, you don't have to carry your own ......"

Jiang Ping's eyes lit up when she heard this, obviously she was so eager that she almost flew up, but at this moment, her IQ suddenly went online, and she closed her mouth and didn't say anything, for fear that when the time came to buy this super large item, what kind of basket would come out, and Lao Lin would put all the responsibility on her head.

Lin Miao looked at the two swollen goods in front of her, then turned her head to look at Li Xiao, who was already so hot that her face was flushed but she didn't dare to squeak, stopped, and reached out to take off the little red riding hood on Li Xiao's head.

"If you think it's hot, you have to say, don't let my mother give you how much to wear, you just wear it stupidly, and if you are not happy, you have to resist. Lin Miao said.

Li Xiao glanced at Lin Miao, his eyes were full of three points of gratitude, and seven points of numbness that didn't matter if he died, and then responded with a word like a mosquito: "Hmm......"

Lin Miao saw that the child was already stupid, and the movements in his hands were even more hooligan, in broad daylight, he unbuttoned the top of Li Xiao's neckline, and then groped around her neck, and pulled out the silk scarf that had been slightly wet with sweat inside.

To tell the truth, Jiang Ping really can't raise children.

Lin Miao felt that he could barely grow up healthily, and the key was to be hard-hitting......

Lao Lin and Jiang Ping were happily showing off their wealth in front, but they didn't notice that the first two small ones had been dropped nearly a hundred meters behind.

Lin Miao folded Li Xiao's silk scarf and small hat into a ball and stuffed them into the small bag for swimming, took the young lady's hand, and hurriedly walked forward. The hot afternoon sun sprinkled from the branches of the big trees on both sides of the road that had not yet grown new leaves, Lin Miao frowned and said that the first high temperature in 1995 was too special and had no eyesight, Li Xiao didn't understand what Lin Miao was talking about, she just looked at him sideways, smiling, not decorative, not deliberate, clean like an angel.

Lin Miao held Li Xiao's hand tightly and trotted all the way.

As he ran, a crisp laugh suddenly sounded around him.

Lin Miao glanced at Li Xiao, the little girl's happiness really came without warning.

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The swimming pool on Lakeside Road is just a short walk away.

This venue, which has been renovated at least three times in history but still maintains its original state, is more dilapidated than Lin Miao imagined. Before 2 p.m., there were many children who came to class in groups, but only a few were brought by their parents.

Lin Miao's family of four walked into the gate of the swimming pool, and there were already special staff waiting at the gate. As soon as the young man confirmed that he was undoubtedly the "famous writer Mr. Lin", he immediately showed excitement on his face, and enthusiastically led Lin Miao's family to the director's office of the swimming pool.

Lin Miao listened for a long time, and finally figured out that the Hubin Road Natatorium before the commercial restructuring was only a branch of the Children's Palace, in short, that is, the swimming lesson classroom for the children of workers in the Oucheng District system, which was not open to the public.

When I arrived at the door of the director's office, the unit-level cadre belonging to the District Sports Bureau hurriedly greeted him.

People in their fifties, seeing Lao Lin is like a grandson seeing his grandfather, holding Lao Lin's right hand with both hands is a burst of jerking as if masturbating, with a smile on his face, and shouting with great respect: "Director Lin is good, Director Lin is good! I really didn't expect you to come so well, I just put down the phone, and you arrived at the ...... before you finished smoking two cigarettes."

"Our family lives close, right on Xicheng Street. Jiang Ping interjected.

The old curator looked stunned, and said with a smile: "Look at my brain, I can't turn around when I'm old." ”

Lin Guorong's expression was calm, looking at the old curator's Mediterranean hairstyle, his eyes were full of superiority, and he said lightly: "Lao Zhao, why are you so polite, my two children, I have to take care of you in the future." ”

Having said that, the tone was full of condescending feelings that couldn't be hidden.

After the New Year at this time, there will inevitably be personnel transfers within Xicheng Street, with Lao Lin's fame today, coupled with the identity of the direct management cadre in his district and the "first rank and order stock-level cadre in Xicheng Street", it is not a sure thing to mention this matter, but at least it can be called nine out of ten. If he can't be promoted to the deputy department this year, it is definitely a local boss who is secretly messing with him.

But the question is, looking at the entire Dongou City, who would be so full to go to the front of Lao Lin now?

A well-known writer with national influence must be too late to pull relationships and sell favors!

The curator exchanged a few words with Lao Lin, and then asked the young man who had brought Lao Lin over just now to call a young but not beautiful 5-point young lady to come over.

The young lady entered the office and was like a quail in front of the Mediterranean curator.

However, the old curator didn't dare to be official in front of Lao Lin, and instructed the young lady with a smile: "Lingling, this is Director Lin Guorong, the author of "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard", these two children belong to Director Lin's family, and I will take classes with you in the future, so I have to be serious and take care of it, right? Director Lin's son is a prodigy, and it is a loss for the country to catch a cold!"

Lingling was surprised and delighted, and secretly glanced at Lao Lin, only to feel that Lao Lin seemed to be covered with a halo, and even that beer belly was full of wisdom power. After being stunned for two seconds, he came back to his senses and hurriedly replied: "Don't worry, director, I will definitely take care of them!"

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Lingling took Lin Miao, Li Xiao and Jiang Ping to the equipment room first, and took three sets of swimming caps and swimming goggles, which were actually useless, but since people had to express their hearts, Lin Miao and they accepted them with peace of mind.

Out of the equipment room, Lingling took Lin Miao and the three into the dressing area.

Lin Miao was used to it, looked left and right, and saw that the room in the men's locker room was about to go in with his legs raised, but before he could take a step, he was suddenly grabbed by Lingling's hand.

"Eh, little friend, don't run around!" Lingling looked at the tender Lin Miao with a look of affection, dragged her hard to the women's locker room, and told her like a coquette, "If you run away, my sister will be in big trouble, you know?"

Lin Miao saw that she was getting closer and closer to the women's locker room, and she blushed uncontrollably, and her heartbeat accelerated.

What the hell is this...... Happiness came too suddenly!!

But just when Lin Miao's heart was so excited that she didn't know why, a rough voice suddenly came from behind her: "Lingling, let me take this child." ”

Lin Miao turned his head to take a look, only to see a fierce man wearing only a pair of shorts all over his body, walking forward with his eight-pack abs exposed.

The macho man couldn't help but say, grabbed Lin Miao's other hand, and snatched Lin Miao from Lingling's hand.

Lingling looked back and saw the macho man, she was slightly stunned at first, and then smiled with relief: "Then you have to take a good look, his father is Teacher Lin Guorong! Lingling pointed at Jiang Ping.

Jiang Ping smiled.

The macho man hurriedly said hello to Jiang Ping, and then patted his chest and said to Lingling: "What kind of skill do I have, you just have to rest assured!" smiled at Jiang Ping again, then pulled Lin Miao and turned around and walked towards the men's locker room.

Lin Miao was pulled forward by the macho man in a complicated mood, and her blood gradually cooled down.

He glanced up at the macho man, forcibly controlled the urge to shout MMP, and muttered secretly in his heart: Big brother, if you do this, you will be punished in the future......