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The news that Lin Zhujin had returned to the Lin family swept across.

Why did he come back?

What happened between him and the Li family?

Was it really kicked out?Or is it another small fight between husband and wife?

Will Lin really accept him so easily?As we all know, the current leader of the Lin family, Lin Zhusong, doesn't like to see his half-brother.

In private, the people under Lin's entertainment were about to explode, but Lin Zhujin looked at ease drinking tea with his new manager in the room.

Lin Zhujin has been away from this circle for too long, and she can't get back many things at once, and she still has her own ideas and requirements.

Those who asked for this and that, when Chang Ci came to bring this master, he knew that he was not a good person, and he really came to see him. Apart from lamenting that the real person's appearance is amazing, this thing's delicate appearance is really annoying .

Originally, he wanted to make a comeback after being entangled in such black material, and the boss didn't want to see him, not to mention being cautious, but he was willing to settle down.

"I'm going to finish the dance that Guan Shan choreographed for me that year. As the saying goes, stand up wherever you fall. I decided to start my new starting point here." Lin Zhujin said with a smile Looking at Chang Ci, he said.

Chang Ci resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and still persuaded him: "You haven't danced for many years, can you dance well? Originally, this kind of thing is because you missed the audience first, and let the public forget about these things as soon as possible , you should take the initiative to open it in the past."

Lin Zhujin naturally omitted the second half of the sentence and replied: "I can dance, but I really can't. I can go back to the dance hall to practice for a while. Don't arrange those boring variety shows for me..."

Don't wait for you to be ranked, thank God if someone is willing to let you on the show now, you are still here to pick and choose.

In the end, Chang Ci was so angry that he didn't speak, and slammed the door angrily.

Across a door, Lin Zhujin could hear Chang Ci calling to complain.

Unexpectedly, after a while, Chang Ci came back from the phone and said, "You can go back to the dance hall first, and practice dancing first during this time."

Lin Zhujin couldn't help wondering, who was he calling to sue, his complexion changed for the better now, and there was still a slight redness under the earlobe.

Lin Zhujin was going to leave Lin's family when it was getting dark at night. Chang Ci was no longer there at this time. When he left, he said that he would find an assistant for him immediately, but Lin Zhujin refused. He thought he could take good care of him. On Chang Ci's face, there was that voice that heard some joke and couldn't bear to say it.

Lin Zhujin was suspicious. He wanted to find an assistant to take good care of him, and taking care of him was secondary.

Lin Zhujin yawned, took a hat and put it on his head, and was about to walk out with his long legs. At the same time, he called Wang Lianqing and asked if he had time to pick him up, otherwise he would borrow his car first. It's okay to open it.

Just as he was talking, Lin Zhujin just walked out the door when he was stopped by a man who looked like a very capable assistant.

"Is there something wrong?" Lin Zhujin arrived on his first day, but he really didn't have a chance to cause trouble and offend anyone.

"Boss Lin asked you to go to his office." The assistant's voice was extremely polite, but the hand lying in front of him showed how unquestionable his attitude was.

"Boss Lin? Lin Zhusulfone?" Lin Zhujin's face changed. He always had a real or fake smile on his face, and he rarely showed such a real look of irritability.

Didn't An Mingxin say that Lin Zhusong wasn't in S city at all recently, and was on a business trip abroad?Lin Zhujin complained in her heart about An Mingxin's unreliability, Zhuan'er turned her head to get away.

"I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well. If Mr. Lin has something to do, it's not too late to talk about it in the future. I'm an artist of Lin's now. No matter what the boss is, he won't force the employees to talk when they feel uncomfortable. "Lin Zhujin then hooked his lips into a smile, patted the assistant's shoulder in relief and said: "What's important, it's not too late to talk about it another day, what do you think?"

The assistant didn't say anything, but a few people behind him who looked like bodyguards in black suits moved over quietly.

Lin Zhujin sighed, looked at the assistant's arm that was still in front of her, and looked around again. A popular little flower who often appeared on the TV screen recently was about to enter the door. She obviously noticed this place, and looked at it from time to time. Looking at this side, and the male artist over there who is about to go downstairs...

Wouldn't it be even uglier if he was really beaten up and then forcibly dragged away in such a stalemate.

Lin Zhujin said: "Well, it's not impossible to just talk about it."

The assistant also seemed to be relieved, obviously he didn't want the picture to turn out of control, after all, it was the boss's own family affairs, it was really a joke for outsiders, obviously it wasn't the boss's intention.

Lin Zhujin stood in the elevator, and four bodyguards stood in front of and behind him, leading to his assistant.

In such a posture, Lin Zhujin came to the top office of the Lin family, as if escorting something.

The assistant knocked on the door twice, and said in a respectful voice, "Mr. Lin, someone brought it here."

Lin Zhujin was very dissatisfied that in this sentence, even his own

No name appeared, but it was clear that Lin Zhusong might be more dissatisfied than himself.

Then came a voice from inside: "Let him in."

Lin Zhujin walked in and saw his eldest brother whom he hadn't seen for a long time sitting on the sofa in the office with his hands propped up, staring straight at him.

It was chilly, and Lin Zhujin was sweating for no reason.

It always felt that the temperature in the room was almost below zero, and Lin Zhujin's face was a little stiff, and he stood there without moving forward or backward, and didn't know what to say.

When Lin Zhusong had finished drying people out enough, he lifted his chin: "Sit down, Xiao Jin, long time no see, you have such a relationship with big brother, maybe you can't recognize him."

"Then how could it be? Didn't he not realize it for a while?" Lin Zhujin pretended to be relaxed with his long legs, and sat down opposite Lin Zhusong.

The two brothers of the Lin family are actually very different in appearance. Lin Zhujin looks too demonic and looks like a mixed race, and Lin Zhusong looks very handsome. After all, An Mingxin and Lin's father are both very good-looking. , but Lin Zhujin wore a wandering smile all day long, and Lin Zhusulfone had a very stern face, and if he wanted to smile, it was the kind of half-smile honed by the superiors, which made people feel uncertain.

"What? The Li family finally kicked you out?" Lin Zhusong said harshly, "Now you know you're back at the Lin family with a lick of your cheeks? Who was so stubborn and arrogant to sever ties with the Lin family? Tsk, why can't I remember clearly, how about Xiaojin help me remember?"

It was such tit-for-tat and relentlessly hurtful words that Lin Zhujin couldn't hold back the calm smile on Lin Zhujin's face.

He took a deep breath and let himself hold back his emotions. On Lin Zhusong's territory, it really doesn't do any good to provoke him.

"I just signed a contract with the Lin family, not returning to the Lin family." Lin Zhujin said sullenly.

Lin Zhusong sneered: "Is there anyone who believes you are talking nonsense?"

Lin Zhujin was a little annoyed: "If I really go back to the Lin family, I should take back the share that my father left me at that time, instead of sitting in your office and chatting with you here."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Zhusong got up and grabbed Lin Zhujin's collar, and pressed him onto the sofa, with his knees against Lin Zhujin's abdomen, and his fingers traced along Lin Zhujin's face: "Send Temper? What do you think you are in now? Find out, okay, and yell at me?"

"Why, isn't this face capable of fascinating Li Chenyin? Why isn't it useful now?"

Lin Zhujin was pressed against his stomach by his knee, and was so painful that he couldn't speak, his face turned pale, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

Lin Zhusong looked down at the suppressed Lin Zhujin and continued to sneer: "Go to An Mingxin to put pressure on me, let Lin sign you, let me guess what you did to make her happy, you Did you wear a skirt to dance for her?"

Lin Zhujin's whole body seemed to be split by these few words, his pupils dilated instantly, and his body froze.

Lin Zhusong felt it, thought he was suffocating and was about to suffocate, so he threw away his hand in disgust.

After Lin Zhujin was released, she lay on her back on the sofa and didn't get up, as if she was paralyzed.

Lin Zhusong stood aside and straightened the wrinkled cuffs just now, and saw that he was lying there motionless, still saying coldly: "Since you have come back to Lin's, please be honest and quiet, and hold your Fox tail, otherwise..."

Before Lin Zhusong finished speaking, he heard "Brother"

It's like sighing, with a strong nasal sound, it makes people's heart itch, like acting like a baby.

The hairs on Lin Zhusong's back stood up all of a sudden.

He recalled the last time when Lin Zhujin called him that, when he was still a teenager, he tricked himself into eating sandwich cakes that he replaced with toothpaste mixed with pepper.