We got married after swapping fathers [Entertainment]

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Both of them drank, and the driver came to pick them up and sent Lin Zhou home.

After the two got out of the car, Lin Zhou saw that Jiang Shiyan had no intention of going in, so he couldn't help asking him, "Aren't you going in?"

"No more." Jiang Shiyan was silent for a while, "I live in Pinghu Community during this time, please call me if you have anything to do."

No matter what the reason is, Lin Zhou's feelings for him must have changed a little, but he probably hasn't fully accepted it yet. He really can't stand this kind of inadvertent teasing.

Moreover, he should give Lin Zhou proper space and time.

"Love or not." Before Jiang Shiyan could say anything, Lin Zhou turned around and left angrily.

Lin Zhou was annoyed.

I didn't know whether it was Jiang Shiyan or myself, anyway, I ignored Jiang Shiyan for several days.

Jiang Shiyan was so busy that he went home in the middle of the night, but he still sent people to the studio every day.

In addition to money, of course, there are also real flowers mixed in, as well as special chocolate gift boxes, snack gift packs, and fruit and candy for the staff.

The staff have followed Zhanguang these days, and there are snacks and fruits every day in the studio. Everyone guesses together which girl is going so hard to chase Brother Zhou.

Although Qiuqian knew that the relationship between Jiang Shiyan and Lin Zhou was definitely not easy, but after all, the two of them had never admitted it publicly, but he had watched Mr. Jiang do so many things for Brother Zhou during this period of time, but Brother Zhou treated him every day. Mr. Jiang didn't have a good face, and he didn't say thank you for sending so many things.

"Brother Zhou." Qiuqian put the big bags beside Lin Zhou, "These are the clothes and shoes sent by Mr. Jiang." They are all luxury brands, and they were specially brought back from abroad. The shoes are limited edition , the kind that you can't even grab.

"Oh." Lin Zhou sat on the sofa and counted the money, and replied casually.

"Brother Zhou, I don't think you can do this." Qiu Qian couldn't stand it anymore.

"What's the matter?" Lin Zhou put the counted cash into the red envelope. It is almost the Chinese New Year, and the studio should be on vacation. Lin Zhou is also idle, planning to wrap the red envelope and send it to the Everyone.

"You have to respond to Mr. Jiang, you see Mr. Jiang sends so many things here every day." Qiuqian felt that there was a reason for the ten thousand year old bachelor.

The kind of its own reasons.

"Don't pay attention to him." Lin Zhou hasn't seen anyone else for several days, and he still wants to thank him, which is beautiful.

Mr. Jiang is really miserable.

Qiuqian felt aggrieved for Jiang Shiyan.

"Boat……"

"Brother Zhou, your flower." Before Qiu Qian could finish speaking, Mo Huan interrupted her.

Mo Huan hugged a bouquet of flowers and smiled teasingly, "Brother Zhou, I have your flowers again." These two days, the flowers were all for Lin Zhou. Lin Zhou said he didn't like it, but he let everyone People put these flowers in their lounges, and take them all away in bunches after work.

In short, it is the kind that says no with the mouth, but the body is very honest.

Someone who was counting money raised his head when he heard the flowers, his smile disappeared after seeing the big bouquet of yellow roses, and his brows frowned.

"Brother Zhou, what did Boss Jiang do to make you unhappy?" Mo Huan approached with a gossipy face, "This Huang Meigui means to apologize."

"Who sent it?" Lin Zhou asked.

Judging from the size of the bouquet, it should be 99 flowers, completely yellow roses.

Fans have never sent flowers to yellow roses.

"Ah?" Mo Huan was taken aback by the question, "Isn't it Mr. Jiang?"

"It's definitely not him." Lin Zhou hated yellow roses for no reason, probably because he didn't like the color, and Jiang Shiyan knew that.

He certainly wouldn't send yellow roses.

In the past few days, the studio has always defaulted that as long as someone sends 99 flowers, it will be given by the person who chased Lin Zhou. I have been used to it for a few days, but unexpectedly, someone still intervenes.

Mo Huan began to search for the cards in the bouquet. None of the flowers Mr. Jiang sent contained any cards, but there was indeed a card in this bouquet.

A card with a light blue ribbon and a picture of two little people holding hands.

Mo Huan handed the card to Lin Zhou, and Lin Zhou opened the card, which read:

I like you so much, even if you never look back at me.

But I still like you, even if you don't see me in your eyes.

As long as you stop and look back, you will find that I have been watching you.

I love you, my favorite!

——The person who loves you passionately.

After Lin Zhou finished watching, he shuddered abruptly.

Qiu Qian took the greeting card and looked at it together with Mo Huan.

Swing frowned, "It's not like a fan..."

"Maybe it's that kind of fanatic?" Mo Huan felt a little puzzled, "This is a show of love, why did you send yellow roses?"

"Brother Zhou, can't it be your ex?" Swing guessed.

Lin Zhouni glanced at him and felt a lot of malice. Swing must be laughing at him for not having a relationship.

"Take it out." Lin Zhou waved his hand, not taking it seriously, "By the way, which one of you has cash, I don't have enough money, lend me some, and I will transfer red envelopes to you."

"Isn't there?" Qiuqian took a few pieces of money from the flowers Jiang Shiyan sent, "Here."

Lin Zhou exploded like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "Put it back for me."

"Ah?" Seeing him looking desperate, Qiuqian was startled, and immediately hid behind Mo Huan with a shocked expression, "Brother Zhou, what are you doing?"

Lin Zhou was fierce, "Give me the money and put it back as it is, don't move it."

"Okay, okay." Swing quickly put the money back.

Lin Zhou walked over and fiddled with it for a long time, the more it looked more awkward, it was not the same as when it was delivered.

On New Year's Day, Lin Zhou slept until eleven o'clock in the morning. After waking up, he took a shower and went out for lunch. He saw that the living room was full of gifts.

"Who has been here?" Lin Zhou asked smoothly.

"Xiaoyan just left." Zhou Qing saw Lin Zhou get up and put lunch on the table, "Clean up, I have to leave some relatives later."

Lin Zhou frowned, Jiang Shiyan just left?

Lin Zhou picked up his phone and looked at it. There were no missed calls or unread messages.

Lin Zhou gritted his teeth.

Okay, Jiang Shiyan, you are ruthless.

You have the fucking ability to never show up in front of him.

Lin Zhou finished his lunch angrily, went back to his room to change clothes, and when he turned his head, he saw a box on the table.

It wasn't on the table last night before going to bed.

Lin Zhou opened it curiously. Inside was a black belt with no luxury brand logo, and a silver uppercase J on the buckle.

Lin Zhou snorted softly, picked up the belt and looked at it, finally put on his pants and tied the belt.

When I went to the balcony to get socks, I saw a cigarette butt in the ashtray on the balcony. Lin Zhou generally does not smoke, and the nanny cleans it up every day, so he will never miss it.

And this cigarette was just smoked today.

Lin Zhou wrinkled his nose, must he be sick? Is it fun to watch people sleep?

When Lin Zhou went downstairs again, he was humming a song, and he was in a very good mood.

Zhou Qing was puzzled: "I was still angry just now, why did it get better after a while?" He didn't eat much for lunch.

Lin Zhou put his arms around Zhou Qing and kissed him "Bada".

"You sign these photos." Lin Yishan came over with a stack of photos, "Hurry up, sign first, your cousin asked for it for a long time and I forgot."

"What do you think these fans are looking at? They are looking at you."

Lin Zhou was in a good mood, and signed all the photos. The last one was a photo of Lin Zhou and Jiang Shiyan, which was captured from the live broadcast.

It should be that after Lin Zhou's painting lost, he moved away from Jiang Shiyan angrily, and Jiang Shiyan was looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

Lin Zhou pursed his lips, picked up a pen and signed his name on it.

Lin Zhou returned the photo to Lin Yishan, annoyed him by the way, "The eyes of fans are bright, I am handsome and attractive."

Lin Yishan: "You're still thick-skinned."

On the evening of Chinese New Year's Eve, a family of three sat together to watch the Spring Festival Gala. Lin Zhou leaned on the sofa and played with his mobile phone. By the way, he posted a Weibo, wishing everyone a happy new year. The accompanying picture is a selfie of Lin Zhou wearing a red scarf. A bouquet of roses folded from money means wishing everyone prosperity in the coming year.

The mobile phone is full of New Year's greetings information. Compared with young people who like WeChat New Year greetings, Lin Yishan's generation prefers to call New Year's greetings. Since dark, Lin Yishan's mobile phone has not stopped.

Lin Zhou thought about calling the old man, but before he could call, Jiang Shiyan called first.

Lin Zhou picked it up, and a slightly hoarse voice came from the other side, "Lin Zhou."

The two haven't talked on the phone for days.

Lin Zhou lazily replied, "What are you doing?"

"Happy New Year to uncles and aunts."

Lin Zhou curled his lips and pressed the hands-free button, "Dad, Mom, Jiang Shiyan is on the phone."

On the other side of the phone, Jiang Shiyan sent Lin Yishan and Zhou Qing New Year's greetings, and then the phone was transferred to the old man and Jiang Congrong Du Ruo, and Lin Zhou also took this opportunity to pay New Year's greetings.

"Is it Lin Zhou?" Lin Zhou heard a slightly unfamiliar man's voice, but the tone of his voice seemed familiar.

Lin Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly.

Before Lin Zhou could say anything, the phone returned to Jiang Shiyan's hands.

Lin Zhou didn't know what was going on there, so he didn't speak.

Jiang Shiyan whispered: "Okay, then I'll hang up."

Lin Zhou hung up the phone and sent Jiang Shiyan a WeChat message.

Lin Zhou: Jiang and Fan are back?

Jiang Shiyan: Well, I came back this afternoon.

Without waiting for Lin Zhou to ask anything else, Jiang Shiyan transferred the money, 9999, with the words "Happy New Year".

Lin Zhou clicked accept, and then replied with a red envelope animation.

Since you don't want to talk about Jiang Hefan, then don't talk about it.

On Weibo, Lin Zhou's comments have reached 10,000+.

Lin Zhou clicked on it, and saw that Qiu Zhi and Xiao Ran had all commented.

Qiu Zhi: This... is too rich, can you share it with brothers?

Lin Zhou replied: Don't talk about money, talking about money can easily hurt brothers.

Xiao Ran: This flower seems familiar.

Lin Zhou replied: Don't touch porcelain, whoever owns it.

Money folded into roses, this way of sending flowers has been popular on the Internet for a while, and it seems to be a hobby between couples.

Lin Zhou posted it so brightly, it would be strange if he wasn't crazy in Chaohua.

——Flowers are secondary. Let’s watch the conversation between Mr. Hua Shangxiao and Zhou Zhou. I think there is a lot of information.

——Yes, yes, yes, I also think there is information in it, is there any expert who can translate it?

——This is obviously the ridicule of the brothers on the little couple. I think there is something in Zhouzhou's words, ah ah ah ah ... I will tell me how to knock me.

——Do you have a microscope? Can anyone tell me who sent this flower?

——I want to know who sent this flower, can anyone tell me?

……

When Lin Zhou saw these photos and carefully looked at the photos he sent, he probably couldn't figure out anything.

Watching the New Year's Eve at midnight, eating dumplings at twelve o'clock, Lin Zhou ate a coin in the first bite, Zhou Qing hurriedly said: "Everything will go smoothly in the coming year, be safe and happy."

Then he gave Lin Zhou a thick red envelope.

After eating the dumplings, Zhou Qing told him to go back to his room to rest quickly, and he had to pay New Year's greetings the next day.

Lin Zhou took a shower and lay on the bed, he could still hear the laughter of the children in the community. During the Chinese New Year, he should have been happy, but now he always felt empty in his heart, as if something was missing.

The phone rang, Lin Zhou picked it up and looked at it.

Jiang Shiyan: Are you asleep?

Lin Zhou: I'm asleep.

They didn't speak for a long time.

Lin Zhou: Are you asleep?

Jiang Shiyan: Just about to sleep.

Lin Zhou: Oh.

Lin Zhou was completely sleepless now. The day the two had dinner in the restaurant should be the 25th of the twelfth lunar month, and they haven't seen each other for four or five days.

During this period, Jiang Shiyan never called or sent him a message.

If it weren't for someone sending things to the studio every day, Lin Zhou would have thought he had disappeared from this earth.

Lin Zhou sat up a little irritably, took a bottle of beer and came to the window, the current year is getting more and more boring, no fireworks, no firecrackers, quiet and no lively atmosphere.

Lin Zhou took a sip of his wine, glanced casually, and then paused.

Downstairs, a slender man was leaning on the car and smoking a cigarette.

Lin Zhou frowned, thinking he had misread, picked up his cell phone and called.

"Aren't you asleep?" asked the other side.

"Where are you?"

When Jiang Shiyan heard the words, Weizheng looked up suddenly as if sensing something, and saw Lin Zhou standing on the balcony.

"You wait, I'll go down." Lin Zhou said and was about to turn around.

"Don't come down." Jiang Shiyan stopped him.

Lin Zhou paused, and Jiang Shiyan said again: "It's cold outside, you don't need to come down, I'll leave right away."

When Lin Zhou heard this, he couldn't tell what he felt.

want to scold.

"Then you go." Lin Zhou said angrily.

"Turn around and let me see you." Jiang Shiyan said softly.

Lin Zhou paused for a few seconds, then walked to the balcony and looked down.

The street lights were not very bright, and Lin Zhou couldn't see the expression on Jiang Shiyan's face clearly.

The two looked at each other across the night.

At this moment, at this moment, Lin Zhou especially wanted to go down and look at his face.

"How have you been these two days?"

"Thanks to Mr. Jiang, it's very good."

Jiang Shiyan heard the displeasure in his tone.

After a long time, Jiang Shiyan said in a low voice: "Lin Zhou, try not to see me as a brother who grew up together, but simply as a suitor."

Lin Zhou's heart skipped a beat, and then he coughed lightly to cover up, and said deliberately: "Is it okay to be a woman?"

Jiang Shiyan was silent for a while, "Why don't you come down, I'll beat you up."

Lin Zhou made a "cut", "Master, am I the kind of obedient person?"

Jiang Shiyan couldn't help laughing, "Take your time, don't worry, we have a long time, I can wait."

Lin Zhou rubbed his hands on the ashtray, and after a long time gave a soft "hmm".

"Okay, let's go back, if you catch a cold, maybe you will make trouble."

Lin Zhou's fingers holding the mobile phone tightened slightly, and his breathing was a little short.

Seeing that he didn't hang up the phone, Jiang Shiyan waited quietly.

"You..." Lin Zhou felt that his voice was a little dry, he hesitated for a while, and then said what he wanted to say, "Don't hide from me."

"When did I avoid you?" Jiang Shiyan didn't know why.

Lin Zhou gritted his teeth. Haven't seen anyone for a few days?

"Okay, let's go." Lin Zhou hurried away.

"That's fine, I'm leaving." Jiang Shiyan looked at him and said softly, "Lin Zhou, Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

Lin Zhou watched Jiang Shiyan's car leave, leaned there and lit a cigarette.

The night was completely quiet, and the lights in the community were turned off one after another. On this winter's Eve, Lin Zhou felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart.

It's very subtle, with a little excitement, a little apprehension, some longing, some anticipation, and my heart feels numb and itchy as if I've been scratched by something.

I was quite happy.

Lin Zhou pressed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, fiddled with it with his white fingers, and placed it side by side with the original cigarette butt.