After successfully attending the concert and returning to Black Swan Castle, Lin Jue's face was always stinky.

Since he was a child, this is the first time he has been praised by a girl like this:

"It gives you goosebumps", "it has the urge to be violent", and most hateful is the metaphor that "even the most caring keeper will be refused to feed".

This is simply the biggest blow to Lin Jue!

Lin Ao looked indifferent, he didn't suffer anyway, but unfortunately, Lin Jue made a shield.

"Lin Ao, how are you going to compensate me!"

The corners of Lin Ao's mouth curved slightly: "You are my brother, right?"

"It's too much to think that I'm your brother now! I finally left a good impression on Keyin, and now you've been all killed!"

Lin Jue reluctantly wanted to beat up his younger brother Lin Ao, but reason told him that this behavior was too stupid. Playing against Lin Ao, he Lin Jue only has the share of being beaten.

Therefore, Lin Ao is naturally detached.

"Lin Ao, Lin Jue, let's go to my uncle's house at night, I haven't seen Uncle Ye Qian and Uncle Ye Chen for a long time, I miss them very much."

"Okay."

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Park 1872, International Apartment.

"You want to go back to India now?!"

"Hmm."

Xi Shao Si lay lazily on the sofa, looking at Ling Huaxi, who had just come out of the bathroom.

In order to divert the pervert's gaze, Ling Huaxi handed a fax document in his hand to Xi Shao Si Ming.

Let Ling Huaxi go back to India, of course, he was a hundred unwilling, but after seeing the fax list in Ling Huaxi's hand, he only had a shocked expression on his face.

"Are you kidding?"

"I'd love to know what the hell is going on."

When Ling Huaxi first received this leaflet, he also had the same expression as Xi Shao Siming, but with the autograph of Indian Prime Minister Sindi and his personal seal, Ling Huaxi confirmed that it was true.

"Vidia, I mean Lin Nuanxi is planning to have a wedding with Samar next week?!"

"Well, weddings are very important in India and all the relatives of both parties must be present."

That's why Prime Minister Xindi personally sent this secret fax to his son Ling Huaxi, who is far away in China.

Xi Shao Si Ming raised his hand and rubbed his temples that were a little painful: "What has that guy been doing in India for so long?"

Ling Huaxi was also a little hesitant in his heart, Beitang Yaori's feelings for his sister Lin Nuanxi, in the past five years, he had seen all of them.

Even if Lin Nuanxi lost his memory, Beitang Yaori would not be able to watch Lin Nuanxi and Samal get married.

In this way, whether it is for Beitang Yaosun or Lin Nuanxi, no one will be happy at all.

"Young Master Xi, I'll leave for India tomorrow."

"I'll go with you."

Ling Huaxi was slightly surprised: "No, the Dragon King Society still needs you to manage it."

"Are you going to stay in India for the rest of your life?"

"Of course not."

"That's not the end, I'll go with you, and when I come back, all the people who don't pull will have to come back!"

Xi Shao Si didn't want to let that Indian dad call Ling Huaxi to India under the pretext of Lin Nuanxi again and again.

Compared with the insurance approach, bring back all the people who should come back!

Ling Huaxi knows Xi Shaosi's character too well, no matter how much he stops him, this guy will still secretly go to India with him, it is better to go with him openly.