The love story of a wealthy brother and sister

At dinner time, Lin Jingran was nowhere to be seen again. Lin Yehao insisted on waiting for him. Since he didn't answer the phone, he sent someone to look for him.

"I don't know what he's busy with every day," Chen Ying also muttered, then looked at Xie Yunfei with a smile and said gently, "It's still early, we have to wait for him."

"You have to wait," Xie Yunfei was also very polite.

"He's busy being a mistress for love~" Lin Yingfei suddenly muttered in a low voice. The voice was not loud, and only Lin Yingci and Xie Yunfei beside him could hear it. Xie Yunfei was so scared that he quickly raised his arm to touch her. She looked at him with dissatisfaction, and he immediately frowned slightly and shook his head slightly. Lin Yingfei turned his face away, looking unconcerned. Chen Ying didn't hear clearly, and quickly asked again: "What is he busy with?"

Lin Yingci also became nervous and suddenly couldn't move. The two sisters looked at each other. Lin Yingfei coughed and said quickly, "He is busy managing the other three companies." She thought of a solution quickly, "In addition to Hengyuan, there is also Feiyu Tianchuang and so on."

Lin Yehao looked at her doubtfully, while Jiang Kaicheng was trying to hold back his laughter, which was inappropriate—but the sound was very loud. Chen Yu quickly glanced at him and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, nothing," Jiang Kaicheng was still laughing, and murmured, "Three companies, so many things, he is really a busy man~" After that, he started laughing again;

Chen Ying looked at him expressionlessly, and Lin Yehao also looked at him with some contempt.

——Just then the door of the banquet hall suddenly opened, Lin Jingran stuck his head out and muttered: "Sorry, sorry." He quickly looked at Lin Yingci again, sat next to her, and glanced at her again: "I met my former classmate in London."

——But she turned her face away, with an unhappy expression.

"I'm waiting for you to eat," Lin Yehao muttered, and looked at Lin Yingci, "It doesn't matter——"

"Your classmates are in Shanghai?" Chen Ying suddenly asked again, interrupting Lin Yehao's words.

"Yeah," he nodded, and suddenly thought of something and explained quickly, "Boys," his eyes returned to Lin Yingci, gentle and affectionate - as if afraid that others didn't know, he explained seriously, "They were all boys in the band before."

——She still didn't speak.

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But it was impossible for Chen Ying not to see the heresy.

It was impossible for Lin Yehao not to see it.

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On the way back, the two of them were arguing in the back seat.

"Believe it or not, they are together again," Chen Ying stared at him inexplicably angrily. Lin Yehao drank some wine, but he was still very sober. He suddenly sat up straight and began to think seriously: "I don't think it's impossible-"

"Is it not impossible?" Chen Ying interrupted him, and suddenly his voice became louder. "You don't know how to write the word shameful."

"What's so shameful about this?" Lin Yehao was still puzzled. "They are not related by blood." He looked at her and remembered something. "You didn't object before."

"Before is before," Chen Ying was furious, "What's the point of repeating this over and over again?"

"That's what young lovers do—" He went to comfort her, "Let them be. Can you control Lin Jingran?"

"What about you?" She frowned, "If you can't control Lin Jingran, can't you control Lin Yingci?"

"You think too highly of me," Lin Yehao sighed, "I can't do anything about it." He sat up and moved closer to Chen Ying, patiently explaining, "This is what I think. This is a family matter between us. It's not the turn of outsiders to point fingers."

Chen Ying stopped talking, but he was still feeling angry.

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Over there, Lin Yingci was also sulking with Lin Jingran.

"I don't want to go down," she said bluntly, without looking at him, still sitting quietly in the passenger seat, "You only think about yourself, you don't think about me."

"I don't have that," he tried to pull her hand, but her other hand quietly took it away, "I'm different from you."

"What's the difference?" He began anxiously, and then quickly promised, "Then I'll change--"

"You don't even know what's wrong." She frowned and stared at him closely. "What are you changing?"

"Just tell me—" He always glanced at her from time to time, he was really afraid that she would be angry;

"I don't want to talk to you." She interrupted him directly, suppressing her sadness and speaking word by word, "You don't even know what I'm afraid of."

"Are you afraid they will object?" He asked tentatively. He was so anxious that he waved his hand and promised, "Don't worry about it. I will take care of it."

"You can handle it," she took over his words and mocked, "Yes, you are my biological son, you are not afraid of anything."

She still stared at him and murmured, "But I'm not his biological daughter."