Lu Quan took off his glasses, "Lin Xiangchuan imprisoned people and was suspected of intentional killing, although it's okay now."

Those things are by no means as simple as they seem, yes, I have no objection to you leaving Yi Jianfan, but you shouldn't transfer your shares to Lin Xiangchuan!

Our Lu family has never owed anything to the Sichuan family, and I hope you understand this. ”

Lu Zhixing's mind was in turmoil, and the only thing he knew was that his parents' sincerity towards the Sichuan family and Lin Xiangchuan was not real.

No matter what kind of person Lin Xiangchuan is or what he has done, it has nothing to do with them.

"Listen to your dad and break off his friendship completely.

Anyway, the Sichuan family has long since dispersed, and the fate of our two families has come to an end.

You kid is soft-hearted and can't bear to hurt your friends, you can help for a while, but you can't help for a lifetime. ”

He Xiuwen completely stood on her husband's side, and when she saw that her son didn't speak, she continued to add:

"Lin Xiangchuan has gone the wrong way, your father and I will never watch you go along the road!"

Lu Zhixing stood up with a smile and took out the transfer record that Lin Xiangchuan gave him for the two to check.

"He gave me an extra 500,000. Yi Jianfan has not worked much since it was listed, and it is good enough for people to treat your son like this.

We will solve the matter between me and Ah Chuan by ourselves, and don't ...... if you don't know anything."

Lu Quan suddenly slapped the table: "That's it, you have to do what we say!" Dine! ”

A table of delicacies, the food of the land trip is tasteless.

The family dinner ended unhappily.

Lu Zhixing slammed the door and left, and when he returned to the apartment, he didn't see Wen Di or contact him, but lay down on the bed directly after taking a bath.

The mind is full of "captivity" and "suspected intentional injury".

He called Cheng Youzhou after hesitating, but the other party obviously didn't want to tell him the details.

In the end, only the mechanical sound of beep remained.

Chang'an in February is still a cold winter.

The streets are covered with dead leaves of sycamores, and the wind makes a rustling sound.

Near four o'clock, a corner of the sky revealed the whiteness of the fish's belly.

Xin'er woke up early, made himself a cup of black coffee that he didn't drink often, and leaned against the doorframe of the backyard in a daze.

Until dawn, the rising sun, the sun stepped on the invisible ladder and fell on her face.

Soft, warm.

The black coffee in the milky mug has long been cold.

Xin'er drank it in one gulp, went upstairs to change into a long trench coat, put on a baseball cap, and reached for his scarf.

It's Lin Xiangchuan's.

She immediately folded it and stuffed it into the wastebasket, turned around and went downstairs to go out to the airport to pick up Windsor.

The Whitney Anne Spring Art Exhibition opens next week.

Windsor, as a friend of Sin'er and an agent, came to pick up the painting himself.

The two met again, at the same airport, in the same hall.

The picture of Lin Xiangchuan leaving in a hurry with Wen Di constantly flashed in Xin'er's mind.

There was no accident today, and she took Windsor to the famous "Sniper Heart" dessert shop nearby to taste the new products according to the old rules.

Windsor understands Chinese and speaks averagely, and she came this time hoping that Sinll would be able to attend some big-name events, and it was better to stay.

Laborious explanations, lame bitings.

Xin'er took Windsor to see some of the works of Little Daisy's "Spring Ignite", and told her with practical actions that he would prefer to stay in China for development.

Of course, she will also actively participate in various art exhibitions, so that foreign fans can see different styles of paintings.

Windsor respects Sing and can't help but admire the work of the Daisy students.

Xin's efforts and achievements, she sees in her eyes and knows that kind of attachment and love, no temptation can be broken.

She was completely dead.

Li Muzi didn't know that Windsor was in the studio, knocked on the door to look for Xin'er, saw a beautiful white-skinned girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, and peeked at it several times.

"Let me introduce, this is my assistant, Li Muzi."

Xin'er turned to look at Li Muzi, "Windsor, my friend. ”

Li Muzi recognized that Windsor often attended famous art exhibitions, and stretched out his hand excitedly, "Hello, hello, just call me Muzi." ”

Half past two in the afternoon.

The sun is warmer.

Li Muzi sat in his well-decorated office, shook his head, forgot about work for a while, and sent a candid photo of Windsor and Xin'er together to Natsuki.

"Kaisen, I had lunch with the two big guys, a sassy meme."

Natsuki was in a politics class, and he chose the most inconspicuous corner, dozing off on an unfamiliar desk.

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrates.

He stood up directly and sat down in the white eyes of the teacher.

The unread message made him suddenly excited, and he quickly replied, "How long will Windsor stay?"

Li Muzi didn't know, and he didn't bother to inquire, guessing: "The two are discussing Sister Xin'er's painting, and Windsor seems to be going to take the painting away, it shouldn't be too long."

Xia Shu skipped class and went straight to the subway station, hurriedly rushed into the west building of Xingyuan, and appeared in front of the studio on the thirteenth floor.

"Knock knock."

"Boss, it's me." Natsuki panted.

Xin Er was quite surprised, seeing Xia Shu's expression when she looked at Windsor, she immediately understood.

Natsuki showed a more serious expression than he had been in class, and his expression remained unchanged whether he was listening to or showing his own paintings.

Windsor gave a thumbs up, envious of Sin'er's two young and beautiful assistants, and sincerely wished them to be the second and third "Jiyu".

At half past five on the same day, Xia Shu broke through zero and posted the first circle of friends.

The faces of his classmates who were envious of him were hideous.

Xin'er treats him and invites Windsor, Li Muzi, and the improvised Natsuki to a big dinner.

Natsuki was happy to find that the sadness in his boss's eyes had not completely receded, and he couldn't help but think:

No matter what blow she receives, she can always stand up like a giant, continue to work, and continue to talk and laugh with them.

Even if the smile is bitter.

He thought of himself, if it weren't for the fact that he met her, would his sunken youth be trapped in a rainy world all the time?

What Li Muzi was saying, Xia Shu didn't care, and when she stopped, she hurriedly raised her wine glass and stood up:

"Boss, a toast to you, we want to shine together, we want to defeat all the monsters!"

Li Muzi understands a few points.

Windsor didn't understand, but she was infected by Natsuki's full emotions.

Xin'er smiled on the surface, blood dripping from his heart, "Yes, defeat all the monsters." ”

"Huhu, Sister Xin'er, Windsor, and classmate Xia, let's cheer together!" Li Muzi's eyes were red and he raised his wine glass.

"Let's do it together!" Windsor said word for word.

The sound of four wine glasses clashing is very crisp.

It was as if a string had touched the bottom of Sin'er's heart.

She hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol and needed someone to take them home.

Enjoying the perfect meal, Xin'er drove Windsor back to the hotel first, followed by the sleepy Li Muzi.

Finally, Natsuki is drinking and his face is flushed.

"Boss, I'm not a child, you can tell me something, I ......"

Sin'er waited for Natsuki to continue.

Natsuki stood up and hit his head on the roof of the car.