intracranial fetters

Andrew died in the middle of the night, and the old lady did not let Lin Chan take him to the veterinary shop.

This was the first time Andrew was allowed to lie on his stomach at the dinner table, and the two of them watched silently until Andrew's body became completely cold.

Lin Chan didn't speak and showed no expression.

The old lady spoke with a hoarse voice, "Andrew has been with me for more than ten years. I know when he is happy, when he is depressed, and whether he wants to leave." Standing up, she walked to Lin Chan and took him into her arms. "A good boy is always full of emotions and compassion. Don't resist them, try to embrace them. This is your rare advantage."

Lin Chan raised her hand to wipe the raindrops off her cheeks.

in the villa.

The servant went upstairs and closed the window of the room.

Cheng Lin and the servant said something in French, nodded and let the servant leave. Xia Chuan watched the servant leave and said, "I thought country C spoke English."

"There are more French people in Province Q, so Mon usually speaks French."

"That's it." Xia Chuan nodded.

"Where did you hang out with Monica in the afternoon?"

"I went to see a nearby waterfall." Xia Chuan didn't mention Notre Dame Cathedral.

Cheng Lin smiled, "The scenery is not bad?"

"Well, a lot of photos were taken."

"Monica didn't cause you any trouble, did she? She's a playful ghost." Cheng Lin shook his head with a smile.

Xia Chuan raised the corner of his mouth, "Well, it's pretty good."

Cheng Lin looked at Xia Chuan's expression and continued, "You can update your Weibo status and interact with fans if you have nothing to do."

"I don't have any fans."

Cheng Lin raised his eyebrows, "The gangster movie you shot a while ago leaked a wave of stills, I heard that you gained a lot of fans."

"is it?"

Cheng Lin nodded, stood up, and asked with a smile in his tone, "Are you afraid of sleeping alone?"

Xia Chuan froze for a moment, "No."

"You're going to sleep alone for a while, and I have something to deal with from time to time at night."

Xia Chuan really wanted to say that he didn't mind, but in the end he only raised the corners of his mouth, "You should pay attention to rest."

Cheng Lin turned and walked towards the door, "I'm right next to that study, come to me if you need something."

Xia Chuan smiled, "Okay, good night."

"you should also rest earlier."

In fact, Cheng Lin didn't have anything to deal with at night, and he hadn't figured out the matter of the goods, so he could only look at other documents.

After taking a bath, I couldn't sleep because of jet lag, and lay on the bed doing nothing to flip through the old photos in the computer album.

The last time he came to Mon City, he was still with Lin Chan, and they lived in the current room.

In the photo, someone took it when they went to church together. The person took several photos in a row, and only one was in focus. It happened that Lin Chan still had his eyes closed in this photo. Lin Chan always felt that he was ugly in this photo. , Wanting to delete it secretly several times, Cheng Lin deliberately teased him so he kept several copies of the photos.

Lin Chan rolled her eyes at him, saying that he was vulgar.

Cheng Lin retorted with a smile, this is the truth, kindness and beauty.

Lin Chan snorted softly, saying that Cheng Lin was reluctant to delete it because he looked handsome in this photo.In the end, Lin Chan himself left a copy of the photos on his phone.

Thinking of these, Cheng Lin couldn't help but raise his lips.

In the photo, the corner of my mouth is brimming with happiness, looking at the foolish person in front of me who is about to make a concave shape, and I don’t even give the camera a straight face.

Lin Chan is emotional and sentimental, often restless, but he is used to restraining himself.

He vents his emotions in paintings that he can't understand, but he will destroy a painting that he intended to vent because of problems such as insufficient compositional proportions and aesthetic meaning.

Cheng Lin said, "Maybe it's because of this that you didn't become a master."

Lin Chan ignored it, "If I don't restrain myself, no one will think that my paintings can be sold at a high price during my lifetime."

"Art and merchandise?"

"It's the connoisseur and the lunatic."

"I'll buy it." Although I can't understand your paintings.

"Disdain." Lin Chan was superior.

Cheng Lin really thought about whether it was because Lin Chan liked to leave him because he didn’t understand his art, so he bought a few books on aesthetics and read them in time. Lin Chan just threw away his books when he came back. The most important thing is why a person who understands art doesn't stay with his mentor.Lin Chan's tutor is an old man in his 70s and [-]s who was specially hired back by the school.Cheng Lin raised his eyebrows, "Maybe it's because he can't give you sex?" Lin Chan was so angry that he scratched a few more marks on Cheng Lin's back at night.

When Cheng Lin fell asleep at night, he seemed to be able to feel the burning pain from the scratches Lin Chan had left on his back.His smile still seems to be swaying back and forth in his mind without knowing how to measure it.

Cheng Lin frowned, but his heart was sweet.

After breakfast in the morning, Cheng Lin went back to his room to video chat with his subordinates as usual.

After listening to some reports, old A said: "Lin Chan and the landlady's wife went to the hospital."

Lin Chan never liked hospitals very much, Cheng Lin paused and asked, "What's wrong with the landlady?"

"The landlord has been suffering from Alzheimer's disease and has been in a nursing home. The landlord's wife's visit to the hospital this time seems to be related to this. I will check the details when they come out."

"Okay." Cheng Lin nodded.

After cutting off the video, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Monica pushed the door in, turned and closed the door, "Are you free today?"

Cheng Lin raised his chin and motioned for Monica to sit on the opposite chair, "What's the matter?"

Monica sat down and smiled, showing a row of neat and white teeth, "If you hang out with us, we will go to a boring place like the botanical garden, if you are busy, I will take him to play some exciting things of."

"What's exciting?" Cheng Lin raised his eyebrows playfully.

"The kind that goes from heaven to earth."

Cheng Lin opened the folder, "Just don't smoke those messy things."

"Okay, got it, so you won't go with us?"

"Ah."

Monica moved closer, "What's your relationship with Chuanchuan?"

Cheng Lin had a narrow smile on his lips, "You're called Chuan Chuan so soon?"

Monica pursed her lips, "I like to call it that, although he looks helpless, but it's better than you and Chan calling each other's full names."

Cheng Lin thought, in fact, we sometimes use other names in bed.

Having said that, Monica sat up straight again, "When we went to Notre Dame Cathedral yesterday, we saw you and Chan."

Cheng Lin waited for her next words.

"He pulled me away at that time, and then he was a little absent-minded. Did he..." Monica looked into Cheng Lin's eyes.

Cheng Lin shook his head, "Don't think too much, he likes girls."

"you and him?"

"Just sex."

Monica covered her forehead and wailed, "I actually have a crush on a boy who was raped."

Cheng Lin then turned his pen and looked up at Monica, "Do you have a crush on him?"

"Now it may stop at goodwill forever. You know, I can't accept this situation." Monica shrugged and sighed again, "You shouldn't have told me this."

Cheng Lin raised his eyebrows and said seriously: "Actually, he is on top."

Monica smiled, "I look so deceitful? This joke is really cold."

Cheng Lin laughed out loud.

After Monica and Xia Chuan left the villa, Cheng Lin opened the file and called up a diagram of the relationship between the characters.

I don't have much time, and after half a month, this batch of goods may be transferred back to China. Looking at the complex relationship between the Capet family, Cheng Lin is more willing to go directly to the parties to negotiate.

Cheng Lin looked at the blond man in the center of the screen, Phoebes.

Phoebes was not easy to get close to, even if the two had met before, it took Cheng Lin a long time just to find a way to get in touch with him.

It was a few days later that the two met, and the venue was an overcrowded opera house.

Phoebes was sitting next to him, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, watching seriously the famous play "Notre Dame de Paris" being performed on the stage, and Cheng Lin waited calmly.

The actors wore heavy makeup, the person playing Quasimodo was sweating profusely while singing, and Esmeralda looked painful and struggling. It was not until the stage curtain call that Phoebes said the first sentence during the applause. "Look again, my favorite character is still the bard." Phoebus looked at Cheng Lin, "What about you?"

Cheng Lin clasped his fingers in front of his stomach, and did not directly answer Phoebes' question, "I thought your favorite was Phoebes in the play."

Phoebes laughed. "I'm not a narcissistic Nagthos."

"I'm more curious about what Esmeralda is in Phoebe's heart." Cheng Lin raised his thumb and shrugged.

"He loves everything the worldly people love, nothing more than power, money, fame, and beauties." Phoebus stared at Cheng Lin, "This time the goods are given to you, what can you give me?"

"It depends on what you want and what I have."

"I want a batch of small arms."

Cheng Lin frowned.

They were the only ones left in the theater auditorium.

Cheng Lin asked, "How much?"

Phoebes made a gesture.

There are not many goods, Cheng Lin pondered for a while, "I need time."

"One week, no more."

"You should know that your country C is banning these."

"That's why I'm willing to discuss cooperation with you today. I know you have a channel. The batch of goods I gave you is worth several times what I asked you for, or you need me to add extra money. As long as the specific amount is reasonable, I will accept it. Of course it is reasonable." It depends on your wishes not to cooperate." Phoebus took off his glasses and wiped them with a handkerchief.

Cheng Lin waved his hand, "You don't need the money, what is your use for?"

"Is that enough for me to create a riot?" Phoebes sneered, "If I want to successfully become the heir, I need a group of light weapons to protect myself. I am a pacifist."

"Where is the delivery?"

Phoebus put on his glasses, "I will send you an invitation letter, you just have to prepare the goods now."

After speaking, he stood up and a group of people walked out of the theater.

Cheng Lin took the time to contact Li Feng once.

"He asked me for a batch of small arms."

"give him."

Cheng Lin folded his arms around his chest, "It's refreshing that you didn't deliver the goods."

"Is the volume of goods very large?"

Cheng Lin shook his head, "It's because the quantity of goods is too small that I feel something is wrong. He can go in by himself. In my impression, it is not so easy to discuss cooperation with Phoebus."

Hearing this, Li Feng also frowned, "Maybe it's just that the news in country C is tight recently, and the Capet family is at a critical juncture, so he can't act." After a pause, he said, "It's better to be careful."

"Yeah." Cheng Lin nodded.

[The author has something to say]: The underpants family called last night, but I didn't finish coding a chapter yesterday, so I didn't update OTZ

I'm sorry for breaking the update for a few days (*￣3)(ε￣*)

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