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Later, Zhuang Shihuai received another mysterious call from Lin Wei, asking him to have dinner at night.

Zhuang Shihuai knew what he was after. A few days ago, Lin Wei asked someone to deliver olive branches one after another, which meant that Zhuang Shihuai was interested in the project he was holding now, and wanted to ride a wave of cultural industry policy. The film and television city that makes money, entrusts him to make an appointment.

Lin Wei's qualifications are not enough, but his ambition is not small.

However, Zhuang Shihuai's strict personality didn't like Lin Wei's way of doing things, so he refused at first.

Unexpectedly, this man saw that the road was blocked, so he played a small role, quietly withholding all the documents that Lin Xiaoyuan needed to go abroad, and even told Zhuang Shihuai that as long as he accepted the meal, he would let him go.

Zhuang Shihuai was not uncommon for plots and tricks in the mall, but it was the first time he had seen someone so righteously using his own son as a hostage.

He couldn't refuse, because Lin Xiaoyuan was his weakness now.

The place is a well-known Cantonese restaurant in the city, a small private room. When Zhuang Shihuai arrived, the wine on the table had already been set up, and there was a large pile of bottles on the ground.

Lin Wei put on the fake politeness of the mall and shook hands with Zhuang Shihuai.

Lao Zhuang picked up the towel on the table and found a golden bar under it. He put the towel back calmly and pushed it aside.

Seeing that he would not accept it, Lin Wei handed over another card: "Mr. Zhuang, your time and mine are precious, so I'll cut to the chase.

I have plenty of money, as long as you can handle this, if you want anything else, just ask. "

"Mr. Lin, I have repeated my words many times. What right do I have to give you the green light as a mere civil servant? Your company is indeed not qualified and experienced at present."

Lin Wei smiled and filled Zhuang Shihuai with a glass of white.

He has been in the mall for so many years, how could he not understand this truth, there are a lot of ways to have qualifications, why should he go to war and threaten Party A.

But he was confident and used the dirty tricks that were easy to use, so he forgot how to write the word clean.

"I heard that you are going to take Lin Xiaoyuan away? Do you know he is gay?" Zhuang Shihuai frowned with disgust in his tone.

"know."

"Then you..." "I'm not."

The man chuckled, and there was disbelief and contempt in that voice, as if in this world apart from flesh and blood and interests, he couldn't think of any other reason for Zhuang Shihuai to take Lin Xiaoyuan away.

He pushed the menu in front of Zhuang Shihuai.

"Then you have a good heart. No wonder he is closer to you than to my biological father."

There was a lot of irony in the words, if it wasn't for the fact that the certificate was still in the hands of that person, Zhuang Shihuai would have turned around and left right now.

He pushed the menu back and said lightly, "I'm free."

Lin Wei recruited waiters and asked them to serve the most signature dishes first, ten cold ones and ten hot ones.

The waiter hesitated and reminded him: "Sir, there are only two of you, isn't that too much?" Lin Wei glared, "Afraid I won't pay?!" Wei interrupted rudely again: "Go out, don't come in unless you are told."

As soon as the box door was closed, Lin Wei immediately raised his wine glass: "Anyway, I still have to thank you for my son's going abroad, and I would like to toast you.

Zhuang Shihuai remained motionless: "Sorry, I'm too drunk."

Lin Wei didn't force it either, and just pushed the dishes to Zhuang Shihuai.

"But I didn't expect that I would be the last one to know that he was going abroad."

Lin Wei changed the subject, implying that Zhuang Shihuai's actions were thoughtless.

"He thought about telling you that he was afraid of you."

"It's better for a child to know how to be afraid. Only when someone cleans him up will he behave properly."

Zhuang Shihuai frowned and said: "I don't agree, my son..." Lin Wei raised his hand: "Mr. Zhuang, the American education method is not suitable for this place, and I naturally have a set of discipline methods for my son. You are still young and have no You don’t understand many things about future generations, there is an old saying in China that a filial son is born under a stick, so fearing him is the most effective way to deal with children.”

"He's your son, not an employee."

"What's the difference? I always do things only for efficiency and maximum benefit."

That's all there is to it, there's nothing more to say.

When it comes to Chinese studies, he doesn't know what a filial son is born under a stick, but he knows that different ways do not conspire with each other. Zhuang Shihuai thinks that he is not a loving holy father. He has been in the officialdom for a long time, and he also has a bit of a conspiracy It is difficult to change, but people always have a bottom line, they must have flesh and blood and a conscience.

A chopstick of fish was turned over and over again in the bowl, Zhuang Shihuai lost the mood to take another bite.

Seeing that he stopped answering, Lin Wei's attitude also became tough: "Mr. Zhuang, let me make it clear that you can take Lin Xiaoyuan away if you want, either drink or help me."

Sell ​​your son, or sell your son.

Zhuang Shihuai sneered, without blinking, and swished half a catty of liquor.

Lin Xiaoyuan didn't know about the Hongmen banquet until very late that day, and made several phone calls to Zhuang Shihuai in frustration, but finally found Lin Wei.

When he took a taxi and hurried to the private room, Zhuang Shihuai had already run aground, his beautiful red bangs were all wet with cold sweat, sticking to his forehead, and his face was pale. Fortunately, he was still conscious. Seeing Lin Xiaoyuan coming, he didn't follow him. He was polite, leaning half of his body on the young man's shoulder, he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Lin Wei watched coldly from the beginning to the end, without even a trace of sympathy.

Lin Xiaoyuan didn't bother to talk nonsense, so she supported Zhuang Shihuai and went out, thinking about it, she was so angry that she scolded Lin Wei and her sweetheart as "stupid".

"Fucking dog Lin Wei, don't let me catch you next time. I've put up with you for so long and let you go back to your mother's womb for plastic surgery!" Forget it! If it wasn't for my wit, are you going to tell me you're here today?" Zhuang Shihuai glanced at him, trying to stop him from swearing, and thought his swearing was a bit cute.

He was sweating coldly from the pain, most of his body tremblingly hung on Lin Xiaoyuan's shoulders, and when he left the restaurant, he fell down on the side of the road and vomited a mouthful of blood.

People passing by screamed and watched, and the waiters and security guards of the restaurant also rushed out to help, but Lin Xiaoyuan was stunned, and usually acted as if he was not afraid of anything for two hundred and five days.

His hands and feet were cold in panic.

Fortunately, they were really lucky that day, met Luo Zijun and Dudu downstairs, hurriedly helped Lin Xiaoyuan put Zhuang Shihuai into the car, and rode Juechen to the hospital.

The child pressed his lips tightly all the way, sweating nervously. He put Zhuang Shihuai's head on his lap, covered his stomach with one hand, and held Zhuang Shihuai's cold hand with the other.

Lin Xiaoyuan is also a young master no matter what, he usually has a small problem, and there is Wu Ma and servants at home, so he basically doesn't need to take care of anything, but today is different, today he was driven to a dead end by fate, I experienced the feeling of "depending on each other" in advance.

After Lin Xiaoyuan met Zhuang Shihuai, she had tasted too many "firsts", the first time her heart was moved, the first time she cooked, the first time she was sad, and now it is the first time she "distressed", because she really felt sorry for someone And realizing that I am weak, I can't do anything except worry.

Zhuang Shihuai had acute gastric bleeding due to drinking, and Luo Zijun and Dudu accompanied Lin Xiaoyuan in and out of registration and infusion for most of the night, and finally put the patient on the hospital bed and settled down.

The sweetheart lay quietly on the bed without a trace of anger, Lin Xiaoyuan was not in the mood to eat the food that was placed on the bedside, her eyes were fixed on that person.

Dudu said: "I know you are anxious, but you can't fall down, you still have to eat."

Lin Xiaoyuan didn't seem to hear it, and said to herself: "Now I really regret not learning to fight when I was a child. Some people said that I was a good young man who practiced martial arts. My father didn't let me, and I didn't insist on it. Later, thinking about it, maybe he It’s because I think my personality is like that, and it’s even harder to control him after learning to fight.”

But now he wants to learn, and he knows his incompetence only when he encounters troubles. If he can't do anything, he can't protect anything. He has never wanted to grow up so urgently.

Lin Xiaoyuan asked Luo Zijun and Dudu to go back first, and lay down on the edge of the hospital bed, rubbing his sweetheart's shoulder for a while, and carefully touching the tip of his nose for a while.

It was very quiet in the ward tonight, except for the sound of dripping and dripping.

The next day, when Zhuang Shihuai woke up, there was a smell of rice porridge in the room.

A fluffy head was in his hand, and when he moved his finger, the kid jumped up, his hair was messy, and there were two bruises hidden under his eyes.

"Are you awake? How do you feel? Does it still hurt? Do you want to drink water? Brush your teeth first?" Lin Xiaoyuan's face was tense, and he spoke incoherently.

Zhuang Shihuai clapped his hands and said, "I've got this old problem. If I don't do it this time, I won't be able to escape it next time. It's not because of you."

Zhuang Shihuai's work often relies on the "wine table culture". Although he can push it as soon as he can, there are many things that he can't push anyway.

"Look, you're still talking about me! You can't even take care of yourself! In the future, I will tell you to eat on time, and we will eat together!" After Lin Xiaoyuan scolded him, he remembered that he had promised him that he would not be entangled when he went to the United States. Looking at him, she added in a low voice: "I promise to leave after dinner."

Zhuang understood the meaning of his words, and his heart suddenly felt sour, so he rubbed his head. Lin Xiaoyuan was afraid that he would struggle to lift his arm, so she leaned her head towards him, and obediently rubbed against his palm like a puppy. Rubbing and crying.

Zhuang Shihuai only felt that something cold was falling drop by drop from the back of his hand, and soon it became wet.

He sighed, and put his other hand on the child's head: "I'm still alive, don't cry."

The corners of Lin Xiaoyuan's eyes were red, and she kept rubbing her face with her face buried, wiping her tears while rubbing: "You read wrong, I didn't cry! Are you blind!" Cried hard, with tears and snot all over his face.

"You cry."

"I do not have."

"You don't admit it."

Lin Xiaoyuan pushed him away with staring eyes: "Okay, I cried, so why not cry! You must not remember!" The soft touch on the child's head was so good that when Lin Xiaoyuan backed away, Zhuang Shihuai still reluctantly Rubbed his fingers.

Seeing that he didn't answer with a half-smile, Lin Xiaoyuan asked fiercely: "Have you forgotten?" Zhuang Shihuai found it interesting, so he asked him with his chin in his hand: "Why did you forget?" Lin Xiaoyuan said straightforwardly, "Because it's embarrassing."

He really didn't like to cry, no matter how badly he was beaten by Lin Wei since childhood, Lin Xiaoyuan seldom cried.

Because I can't remember when it started, whenever he cried, his father would be irritable, and he would slam the door and go out for several days without coming home.

Then his mother would scream and smash things, so Lin Xiaoyuan didn't dare to cry, anyway, there was no point in crying, and no one felt sorry for crying.

Zhuang Shihuai beckoned to him suddenly: "Come here."

"Why?" Lin Xiaoyuan walked over in a twisted manner, and Zhuang Shihuai picked him up in his chest.

It's so warm and nice.

Lin Xiaoyuan just wanted to sigh comfortably, and he said: "I'll ask you one last time, are you really going to take me away? If you take me out, you can't go back on your word. I'm very annoying."

Zhuang Shihuai said: "Really, it's more real than pearls."

Lin Xiaogou: I'm fierce!Zhuang Meiren: Yes.

Lin Xiaogou: I will bite when I am fierce!Zhuang Meiren: Yes.

Lin Xiaogou: Still...crying... Zhuang Meiren: (touching head)