Chapter 8: Coming from the Mountains
In the midst of his aunt's scolding, Lin Yan left the house.
Every time she wants to stand up, life always has to deal her with a fatal blow.
Her bad luck is probably going to follow her for the rest of her life......
There was no way, in the end, Lin Yan could only call his only friend who could ask for help in China, Wang Jingyang.
"Hey, Lin Yan? Rare guests! Why do you have time to take the initiative to find me? ”
"Dog...... Can I go and stay with you for a few days next month? ”
On the other end of the phone, Wang Jingyang's voice paused slightly, "What's wrong?" Didn't you live with your aunt? ”
"I can't afford to pay my rent this month." Lin Yan smiled bitterly.
"What? Didn't you buy your aunt's house with the money? ”
"Yes......" Lin Yan was helpless.
Wang Jingyang suddenly jumped to his feet, ", this old woman with a black conscience!" I said Lin Yan, how blind are you, look at what kind of white-eyed wolves are around you! ”
Lin Yan smiled: "How come, isn't there still you?" ”
Wang Jingyang was stunned for a moment, and then snorted, his voice was obviously a lot more pleasant, "It's good that you know!" I'm near the university town.,Come and find me.,Master, please! ”
Lin Yan: "Okay. ”
Lin Yan looked at the phone that hung up, and a warm color appeared in his eyes.
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On summer nights, at the entrance of the university town, the barbecue stand is the best time for business.
Lin Yan saw from a distance that Wang Jingyang, who had black studs and dark purple hair, was sitting there drinking beer.
Relying on his good looks, he really does whatever he wants......
If someone else changes the color of their hair, it can scare people to death, but he really controls it.
The young man's facial features are sunny and handsome, with a bit of unruliness between his eyebrows, his body is straight, his legs are slender, and he wears a black T-shirt and ripped jeans.
Even if it is placed in front of those hot little fresh meat in today's circle, it is not inferior at all......
There are many female college students at the barbecue stall, and the little girl at the next table has been secretly filming him with her mobile phone.
Probably discovering her, Wang Jingyang's eyes lit up, and he shook the wine bottle in his hand, "Lin Yan, here!" ”
Lin Yan also beckoned, then walked over and sat down opposite Wang Jingyang.
Lin Yan was wearing a white dress today, her long straight black hair hung down obediently on her shoulders, and she sat there with her knees together in a regular manner.
Wang Jingyang glanced at Lin Yan up and down, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, obviously disgusted.
"Can you stop dressing like this? Lin Shuya dresses like this is a little fresh forest girl, you wear it like this, it seems that I kidnapped you from the mountains! ”
Lin Yan is full of black lines, "......"
What the hell is this analogy?
Well, she really doesn't know how to dress up.
When I was a racing driver before, I didn't need to dress up, I was dressed in black and pants all day, and I didn't need to change my clothes.
Usually in front of Han Yixuan, she wears it according to the style he likes.
When she was an artist, she could wear whatever her agent asked her to wear.
As for herself, she has no requirements for these at all, just wearing a black plastic bag.
Lin Yan was about to speak, when an inexplicable feeling suddenly surged up in his body, and he subconsciously glanced around.
Her gaze slowly scanned for a week, and finally, landed in the shade of the trees on the opposite road.
There, a black car was parked quietly.
Lin Yan stared at the black car window, unable to take his eyes off it inexplicably, as if there was an inexplicable force pulling him......