I just want to copy books quietly

After saying this, the two were speechless for a moment.

After a long time, Yan Yingzhen was suddenly a little embarrassed, sighed and explained stiffly: "It's really disturbing. If I didn't think that Lin Ke is still a little talented, I would not care about this kind of person."

Sun Yaling felt a little emotional in her heart: In fact, women, no matter how capable, how rich, and how powerful their aura is, in fact, what is the difference between their hearts and ordinary people? They are not longing for love, longing for warm embrace, every day for their children, for their children Her father broke his heart?

Chapter 125 Thanks to Hemingway

Huo Yanying finished talking with her old friend, feeling a little hoarse.

After making dozens of phone calls in a row, he was indeed a little tired, so he put down his phone and stroked his thick eyebrows that drooped at ninety degrees.

Lin Xiangyun quietly appeared behind him, put his slender hands on his thin shoulders, and gently kneaded them.

Huo Yanying closed her eyes comfortably, leaned on the back of the chair, as if falling asleep, with a peaceful expression.

After a while, he closed his eyes and suddenly said, "How is your preparation for the exam?"

Lin Xiangyun curled her lips: "It's okay, I'm sure. By the way, you really let me go to your student's graduate school? Then I became your disciple?"

"kindness."

Lin Xiangyun slapped him lightly, his voice was soft and wet: "Would it be particularly exciting to have sex with your disciple?"

Huo Yanying remained calm, "I'll only know after trying it. What about you, do you find it particularly exciting to do that with the master?"

&ui, old hooligan, ignore you. "

"Obviously you brought up this topic first." Huo Yanying's eyebrows trembled.

"Let's not talk about that," Lin Xiangyun sternly said, "How is your son?"

"I don't know, he should be able to handle this little wind and waves."

"Knowing that he can resist, you still sold your old face and begged people to speak for him everywhere? Are you reluctant to use favors for me?"

"Hey," Huo Yanying finally opened his eyes, showing a trace of helplessness, "There's no need for you to be jealous of my son. Besides, I might not be able to help."

"It's good to know! Old guy, it's not your time anymore, you just enjoy your life in peace, don't worry about these crap things. Your son is very capable, and you don't need your help."

"How to say?"

"Come and take a look." Lin Xiangyun dragged Huo Yanying to the study computer, pointing to a Weibo.

Huo Yanying picked up the reading glasses from the mouse and looked at it, the corners of his mouth raised.

"This little thing, when did you get through the relationship over there?"

"Your mind is too gloomy, so you can't be someone who cherishes talents? You godson is handsome, gentle, and talented. Who doesn't like it?"

"Hey, hey, you can't change your mind!"

"Come on, you. If you don't stop drinking, old man, I'll dump you and live with your son."

"Hey, having said that, you actually think he has a gentle personality."

Lin Xiangyun asked in surprise, "Isn't he gentle?"

"That's not true. In fact, he has always been gentle, but he was too sharp before, and to be honest, his emotional intelligence was a bit low, so he gave people a feeling of domineering and difficult to deal with."

"After so many things, it's impossible for him to remain unchanged. It's normal for him to learn a little bit smarter."

"Perhaps." Huo Yanying shrugged, looked at the screen again, and then took off the reading glasses.

That Weibo was just released by the official Weibo of the Dahuaguo Police Headquarters.

"Thanks to Hemingway for creating a passionate and upright song for us. The police headquarters has made a decision that the police song will become the special song for Dahua police from today. The police study hard."

When Fan Yuhong walked out of Gongrong Building, he looked up and saw that the sky was completely dark.

The deep forehead lines, the fine and dense crow's feet at the corners of the eyes, the swollen dark bags under the eyes, and the bloodshot eyes make him look more haggard than a 60-year-old man.

He sighed and looked at the heavy traffic on the road.

During this period of time, the roads in the metropolitan area are like the blood vessels of a patient with hyperlipidemia, congested and sticky.

He stood where he was, and carefully pulled out a crumpled, sweat-stained, almost broken cigarette from his trouser pocket.

He took out a plastic lighter and pressed it a few times before the flame burst out.He leaned over, lit the cigarette, took a deep puff, until stars appeared in front of his eyes.

You'll be fined if you get caught, but who cares.

The smoke rises and rises, changing myriad shapes.

Why.People want to do something, why is it so difficult?

He imagined his handsome son pointing his finger at his nose, and said sharply: "You can't even quit smoking, and you still talk about starting a career, forget it! You ruined such a good project as Blue Bird Music! Admit it!" , you are a wimp!"

He shook his head.

The picture in my mind changed, and my daughter's pretty face emerged, with sadness in her eyes: "Dad, you said you love me and are willing to do anything for me. I don't ask for anything else, can you stop smoking secretly? Although you found out Early, the operation was successful, but the doctor said that if you continue to smoke, your life expectancy will be less than 5 years!"

Fan Yuhong lowered his head, took another deep breath, dropped the remaining two-thirds of the cigarette, and stepped on it.

Some passers-by who passed by him looked at him with contempt, as if silently condemning him for his lack of quality.

"Su your sister's quality!" Fan Yuhong cursed in a low voice, bowed his head and hurried to his car.

Suddenly the phone rang: "Forgive me for being unruly and indulgent in this life, loving freedom, and being afraid."

Fan Yuhong picked up his "Liujin" mobile phone, glanced at the caller ID, and frowned slightly.He stopped, pressed answer, and complained, "Why did you call back!"

A hoarse female voice rang from the other end of the phone: "What the hell, you called me 7 times in an hour, you must be sick! Fan Yuhong, my mother told you"

Fan Yuhong held the phone farther away to avoid hearing damage from high-decibel noise.

After a while, he brought the phone closer again, and while the woman who was about to become an ex-wife stopped to catch her breath, she calmly said, "Lin Ke, do you know what happened today?"

"Why don't you know, the whole world is talking about it," his mixed-race wife Vivienne's hoarse voice suddenly raised the pitch, as if she was on guard, "what are you doing, what is your business, you want to meddle again no?"

"After all, I'm a friend, so of course I want to help him if I can help him," Fan Yuhong explained, "Your boss and Lin Keqian knew each other, and I remember that they have a good relationship. Can you persuade him, in the name of your company? Speak up to support Lin Ke?"

Vivienne's voice raised an octave again: "You are a big fool! What kind of ecstasy soup did Lin Ke give you? How did he treat you before, have you forgotten? I will let that bastard die!"

Fan Yuhong said dissatisfiedly: "He has always respected you, how could you say that about him!"

"How much money he made you lose, have you calculated it! He suddenly had a brain twitch and put all the future proceeds of his copyrights into charitable funds. He didn't think about it. Part of it should be the money you deserve! Yours When Jade Bird Music needed to find investment, how did he turn you down? How many times did he say that he would give you some shares of Zhizhenhua when he was drinking at our house, and it turned out! He gave it all to him! Bastard daughter!"

Chapter 126 You don't understand, I don't blame him

Hearing Vivian's snarl, Fan Yuhong wanted to yell back, but after thinking about it, he let out a long sigh: "You don't understand. I don't blame him."

Vivienne said angrily: "Of course you don't blame him, you are a good brother, you are loyal! It's just that people don't treat you as a brother."

"You don't understand, I don't want to discuss this with you." Fan Yuhong could only repeat.

"Okay, if I don't understand, I don't understand, youmotherfack, anyway, don't think of me helping that bastard Lin Ke."

Listening to the "beep" sound from the mobile phone, Fan Yuhong sighed and put the phone away.

As soon as he put it away, the phone called again. When he checked the caller ID, it was still Vivienne.

Fan Yuhong thought that Vivian was planning to scold him again, so he hesitated for a while before answering.

Vivian's cold voice came: "By the way, I forgot to tell you that you don't need to worry about Lin Ke's affairs anymore. Many people have already taken action. He has already passed this level."

"What, you again"

Without giving Fan Yuhong a chance to speak again, Vivian had already hung up.

Fan Yuhong was a little lost.

After thinking about it, he didn't go to pick up the car immediately, but walked quickly to the nearest internet cafe.

As he walked, he thought.

Who actually made the move?

Before, he found many familiar musicians, entertainers, and several small and medium-sized entertainment companies, and wanted them to speak out on the Internet, so as to change the situation where Du Caige was alone and besieged by everyone on the Internet.

However, most people did not give him a positive answer.

Even a few singers who really wanted to ask Lin Ke to write a song were hesitant and hesitant at this moment, not daring to make a clear statement.

It is true that this storm is too scary. They are all afraid that they will be the target of public criticism, and that they will be the next target to be besieged.

And anyone with a discerning eye can see that there must be a big capital force behind this matter.

These days, people in the entertainment circle have their own ideas, and they can offend anyone, as long as they don't offend the capital.

Fan Yuhong originally thought that this storm would last for a while, leaving Du Caige in a panic, and even completely extinguished his thoughts of returning to the entertainment industry.

That's why Fan Yuhong was so anxious, looking for someone everywhere, trying to help Du Caige tide over the difficulties.

Unexpectedly, someone has already taken action to settle the matter.

It is conceivable that the person who made the shot must have energy beyond imagination.

A few names quickly flashed through his mind, all of them had a good relationship with Du Caige, had money in their pockets, and had someone behind them.

But he shook his head.wrong.These people don't have that much energy.

Could it be that a frightened face suddenly flashed in front of Fan Yuhong's eyes.

He had seen that girl go out with Du Caige several times.

At that time, the girl was still in college, and it is said that her family was very rich, like a Big Mac.

But just like other girls, she disappeared from Du Caige not long after.

When I saw that girl again, it was already a few years later, and Du Caige had already retired.

It was at a very high-end dinner party, and Fan Yuhong had mixed in with Vivienne, and he was not qualified to go in at all.

However, that girl also appeared at the dinner party, but she was surrounded by many capital representatives.

Those representatives of the management who were usually so arrogant that they dismissed Fan Yuhong carelessly fawned on the young girl, all showing obsequious smiles.

Because, it is said, she holds several projects that can lay golden eggs.

He didn't go to say hello to the girl, and the girl's eyes swept over him, but she didn't seem to see it either.

After that, he could see news about that girl from newspapers and the Internet one after another.

"Internet upstart", "Internet boss" and "Internet queen", her titles are constantly changing.

Will it be her?

Fan Yuhong quickened his pace.

In the kitchen of the small restaurant, Zou Guoyong was sweating profusely from the heat. He took off his coat and only wore a vest, revealing his tall and shiny tendons. He took a greasy, black plastic round stool and sat beside the stove. .

He pressed the speakerphone on his mobile phone and shouted loudly, "Hello, is this Xiangping? I'm Yongzi!"

"Please, I'm sorry, I was scolded on the Internet, can you go online and help him scold me back?"

"My net name is Lin Ke. I used to play in a band with me. They are good buddies. You can see it when you log in to Weiguang Weibo. It's very simple! Just help him scold him back."

"Please, I'll buy you a drink another day!"

Just after hanging up the phone, his wife walked in with a big belly, and said with a straight face, "The guests are waiting, do you still have time to call? Why don't you hurry up and cook!"

Zou Guoyong's face turned bitter, "You have to let me take a break too, my wife, I've been busy all day too!"

"You can rest if you want! Concentrate on rest! The phone is confiscated!" After saying that, his wife went to grab the phone.

"Don't, wife! I'll hit another one! Just one!"

"Hmph, you care so much about him, does he treat you like a brother! Every time you call him, has he contacted you on his own initiative?"

"Wife" Zou Guoyong swallowed back the words "you don't understand".

He really wanted to tell his wife that before he was put in a cage and owed more than 200 million gambling debts, it was Du Caige who quietly helped him pay off without saying a word.

He also wanted to tell his wife that the house they live in was fancy at the time, and he wanted to buy it with the full price, but there was still a shortfall of more than 20.

At that time, I could only leave disgruntled.

As a result, the sales department took the initiative to call and told them to reduce the price, so they happily moved into their new home.

Later he inquired, and it was actually Du Caige who found the company privately and made up the difference.

and also

Sighing, he shook his head and started chopping vegetables.