The invulnerability of fast wear

Yin Zao's body weakened uncontrollably.

Over the years, as the Yin family's property has been gradually washed away, and it has turned from the underground to the bright side, two forces have gradually split inside. One side is the entrepreneur represented by Yin Bai. On the other side is the elders represented by Yin Zao. They are still unwilling to give up their rights in various regions, and they still use gangster methods to violently amass money, and at the same time they sneer at Yin Bai and others.

Yin Zao understood that the world has changed, and today is not as good as it used to be, so he hoped that this group of uncles would restrain themselves a long time ago. The business war is still fierce.

Yin Zao wanted to take care of it at first, but later saw that this group of people were completely obsessed with obsession, and coupled with the serious illness, gradually let it go.

However, despite this, he will try his best to protect these elders in front of Yin Bai. The action seems to be to cut off troubles to prevent future troubles, but in fact it also has the meaning of weakening Yin Zao's power.

But after all, these elders are also people who have been immersed in intrigue for many years, so they can't move easily, and with Yin Zao's protection, it is even more difficult.

The elders also understood that Yin Zao was a wall between them and Yin Bai. If Yin Zao collapsed and the flood dike collapsed, once Yin Bai became the head of the family, their life would never be easy, and they might be thrown away like rubbish. Cleaned up cleanly, not a happy ending.

After Yin Zao was sent to the ICU, many messy people came one after another, but they were quickly cleared out by the bodyguards in sunglasses. The first person to arrive was not Yin Bai, but the most powerful person among the elders. My boss, Liao Wuyi.

……

Liao Wuyi noticed the man who was eating instant noodles in the waiting room at the first sight after he ordered people to clear the venue.

He knew this person. He was Yin Zao's family doctor. Every time he went to the master's house for a meeting or chatting, he would always see him hanging around Yin Zao, either prescribing medicine or giving injections, like a dumb person. What a special sense of presence.

At this moment, the other party was holding the fork with his index finger and thumb, and he was sucking the food in the bucket with frowning, as if he wanted to eat something other than noodles, so although he acted abruptly, Liao Wuyi didn't say anything.

After all, this person is Yin Zao's confidant, and no one present knows Yin Zao's condition better than him. He still has something to ask, and he didn't intend to embarrass him.

But he can figure out the key, others may not be able to figure it out.

A gust of wind blew behind him, and before Liao Wuyi could stop it, there was a bang, and the instant noodles in the doctor's hand splashed all over the floor, red oil splashed half of his body, and the ground was as dirty as blood. Make a mess.

"Our Yin family has raised you for so long, and the master has already gone in to lie down. Are you still in the fucking mood to eat noodles here?! Are you sensible?" If you die, I will kill you with one shot!"

The doctor squeezed the fork in his hand, and looked up at the person in front of him unhurriedly.

He has long, narrow and deep eyes. The color of his pupils is the pure black that Asians pursue but rarely see. This kind of blackness will look very clear in places with sufficient light, but now under the shadow of guns, Only the palpitating feeling of a black hole remains.

"I'm a doctor, not a fairy." The man remained indifferent, and opened the barrel of the gun with an oily fork, "Even if you shoot now, people will still die when they are about to die, and it will have no effect."

"You! Good boy." The safety lock snapped open, and the fat man said angrily, "You don't need to wait until then, I'll send you down right now..."

"Fat Si, what are you doing?!"

The sudden shouting stopped this inexplicable farce, and the man called "Fat Four" looked up when he heard the words, his face changed, and his face was full of a smile that was piled up with meat.

"Oh, it's Mr. Chai... and the young master."

Chai Lin held two lunch boxes and led the half-grown boy over here. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Liao Wuyi standing in the middle of the road, and couldn't help frowning:

"Dr. Wu is just a family physician, not the chief surgeon. Why are you embarrassing him? If you let the husband know...you will probably get angry again, so you can't help the husband to worry?"

As soon as Liao Wuyi heard this, he knew that the other party had misunderstood.

Yin Zao has been ill for a long time, and after so many years, these two are the only ones I see often. This doctor surnamed Wu only cares about Yin Zao's health, and is indifferent to black and white affairs; , All of them were handed over to Yin Zao after he had handed them over. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was Nine Thousand Years Old next to the Empress.

He had seen the commotion over there getting bigger and bigger, and was about to stop it, but Chai Lin appeared here first. Judging from this posture, several people should have made an appointment to have dinner in the waiting room. This doctor Wu probably cooked instant noodles. I want to stay here first, lest the results come out, and there is no one to listen to the announcement.

This time, Fei Si really made a big mess.

"The fourth brother wants to come, but he didn't tell me." Liao Wuyi chuckled and put on a peacemaker attitude, "When I came, I went straight to Dr. Wu. I thought I was going to ask something, oops."

He turned his head and urged the bodyguard next to him to get clothes for this Doctor Wu, but the other party waved his hand, took off the completely dirty white coat and put it next to the trash can, and then gave Chailin some instructions in a low voice, and took it One of the lunch boxes took away the young master who was wearing a tie and overalls.

Liao Wuyi quickly hinted to the bodyguards to follow, for fear that the two people would get out of something.

"Uncle Liao, there's no need." Chai Lin opened his lunch box, but after a quick glance, the bodyguard stopped and didn't dare to move again, "Doctor Wu has a sense of propriety, it's fine."

"It's good to have a sense of proportion, that's good." Liao Wuyi laughed a few times, and quickly changed the topic to Yin Zao, "Zao Zao's illness, what's the situation now..."

……

The voice of the voice gradually moved away behind, and was finally isolated from the white door.

The man let go of the boy's wet and warm hand, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

"Teacher, are you okay?" the boy raised his head and asked.

The man bit a cigarette, smiled and shook his head:

"Master, I'll go over there to smoke for a while, and you can eat here, okay?"

Yin Song was about to nod when he suddenly saw the teacher's gaze change behind him.

He turned his head like a vigilant little animal, but saw Yin Bai, who was neatly trimmed in an iron gray suit, was standing in front of them with his secretary, smiling and using his expensive lighter to light a cigarette for the doctor .

The man pushed back the broken and short bangs on the other's forehead a little as if he was familiar with him, and said in a doting tone:

"Go and smoke, I will come out to find you later."

The doctor tilted his head expressionlessly to avoid the other party's unruly hands, and dragged the boy away with a sloppy nod.

Although he didn't say anything, Yin Song noticed that the teacher seemed to be biting the cigarette very hard, and could even hear the faint "crack" rubbing, revealing a very uncomfortable breath all over his body.

It seemed that such a polite cigarette lighting made him more angry than being thrown over the instant noodles.

Yin Song looked up at the teacher, as if he could smell the similar irritability in his heart from the strong smell of tobacco.

Yin Song was putting food into his mouth mouthful, but his round amber eyes were staring at the man by the window carefully like a cat.

The man who used to hold the thermometer was holding a slender cigarette at this moment, and the chocolate-colored filter tip revealed a bit of sweetness. The smoke obscured his sharp-edged outline, but instead it somewhat matched his tall figure.

The clean white shirt is honestly stuffed into the narrow gray and white trousers, the light brown belt diffuses light spots, the man's waist looks slim and elegant, and the broad shoulders can arouse people's desire to rely on, just like that Leaning against the half-folded window, at the junction of the blue glass and the blue sky, quietly smoking the fast-burning cigarette, just like a static sketch, only using colored pencils to trace a little cloud artistic conception.

He lowered his head and gently blew away the soot in the frame, showing a somewhat happy expression, tilting his head slightly against the metal edging of the window, the wind stirred his black hair and thin shirt, a little leaked in from the neckline, and the blown sleeves showed He looked a little thin, as if the clothes were too big to fit his whole body in.

Yin Song was so engrossed that he couldn't even figure out what the food in his mouth tasted like.

"Why don't you drink soup?"

The man took off the chocolate-colored filter in his mouth in the backlight, and smoke overflowed from his slightly opened thin lips, blurring the smiling expression, and the thin mist turned into a cloud of white light, or a beautiful woman The edge of the masked veil brushed brightly over this person's eyebrows and eyes, weaving into a beautiful scene that the boy had never seen before.

"Forgot." The young man's eyes were pure, showing pure appreciation for beautiful things, "I'll drink it right away."

So the other party smiled again, put the cigarette that was about to burn to the end, and took a sip, and spit out a thicker mist than the previous few times. This time, the color of the smoke ring was similar to that of white jade. Press it out on the window frame, and put it in your pocket.

This time, it was not Wu Xie himself who stirred up the fog, but Yin Bai who had escaped from the quarrel—he seemed to have left the secretary in the waiting room, but he came out to find someone alone.

"Doctor Wu, how did you think about the last invitation?"

"What invitation?" The man put his hand on the window eaves, trying to let the wind take away the aftertaste between his fingers, "Did Bai Shao invite me?"

He seemed to have no memory of what happened before, and Yin Bai would never be entangled in these details, so he took a step forward, and his approaching movements seemed softer:

"Downtown, sky restaurant, French food—remember?"

"It turned out to be an invitation to dinner." The doctor looked away dispensably, and unconsciously caught the boy's sipping soup. "We don't care about Western food or Chinese food, the key is who to eat with."

"Doctor Wu is right on point." The man in suit and leather shoes maintained a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth precisely like a tool carved from a template, "Since Mr.'s condition has stabilized, it stands to reason...you should have time, Um?"

The two pupils inlaid with obsidian turned instantly, Yin Bai was calm and composed in the doctor's steady gaze, and responded with an inexplicable certainty in his eyes.

After a long silence, the doctor smiled at him for the first time, and said calmly and softly:

"Okay, when do you want to decide?"

"Sunday evening."

Holding the slightly open button of the white shirt, the man's hand was pushed away by the doctor. The man took a step back and politely opened the distance. Behind his softened attitude, there was a bit of spring-like resilience.

"Then listen to Young Master Bai's arrangement."

Yin Bai didn't force it, he understood that now is not the time to be impatient - as long as you take your time according to the plan, sooner or later, this person will be his.

Before leaving, his peripheral vision glanced at the young man who was huddled beside him drinking soup.

The young man's skin was as white as translucent water jade, his long eyelashes drooped down, and he almost drank the common winter melon stewed ribs soup in the cafeteria. He looked like a fragile porcelain doll at all.

Broken when touched.

Smoothing the corners of his brows with unremarkable satisfaction, Yin Bai reached out and touched the rough paper surface in his arms, and returned to the battlefield belonging to another world in high spirits. Behind him, the doctor handed the boy half a tissue, without saying a word. Send a text message without saying a word.

With the moment of wiping his mouth, the young man caught a glimpse of a few short words in the message box.

—pocket watch.

To Chailin