intracranial fetters

It was Cheng Lin who drove Lin Chan to pick him up. Lin Chan sat in the co-pilot's seat. Cheng Lin glanced at Lin Chan's scarf, "I told you in the morning that the temperature is low today."

"Fortunately, we are painting in the studio today. There is heating. We just walk outside. Sometimes it will be a little cold when the wind blows."

Cheng Lin reached out and rubbed Lin Chan's head, then started the car, "Why did you buy a red scarf?"

"What's wrong with red?"

"Didn't you say red was too eye-catching before?"

The heating in the car was very good, Lin Chan took off the scarf, "Winter is coming soon, I need something with warm colors to keep my eyes warm, can I?" Lin Chan's Adam's apple twitched, "Besides, I didn't buy it myself."

Cheng Lin raised his eyebrows, "Big flower roll?"

Lin Chan pursed her lips, "My teacher took a job for me."

"What job?"

"It seems to be painting a mural for a newly built tourist attraction in Xicheng District."

Cheng Lin frowned, thinking about the materials handed in by his subordinates before, "Isn't that Qin Wei's project?"

"Yeah." Lin Chan nodded, not surprised why Cheng Lin knew, "The teacher agreed for me."

Cheng Lin looked at Lin Chan and narrowed his eyes, "He also bought the scarf for you?"

Lin Chan threw the scarf on the back seat, "Yeah."

Cheng Lin took a deep breath, pursed his lips tightly, and drove faster.

Seeing that he was about to speed, Lin Chan cleared his throat, "Be careful."

Cheng Lin tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and then slowed down.

When he got home, Cheng Lin's expression was not very good.

Lin Chan opened the door of the back seat of the car, Cheng Lin said in a firm tone, "What do you want to take?"

Lin Chan blinked, "I forgot to take the coat I left on your car yesterday."

Cheng Lin didn't speak, but stared at Lin Chan from the side, seeing that Lin Chan only took yesterday's coat, the corners of Cheng Lin's mouth softened.

Coming out of the garage, Lin Chan took Cheng Lin's hand and put it on her shoulder, with a playful tone, "Why do you look like a child."

"Who is like a child?"

"You."

Cheng Lin hugged Lin Chan a little tighter, "You'll be fine if you have me, what scarf do you want?"

"Yes." Lin Chan smiled in a good mood.

Cheng Lin made the dinner, it was still a few home-cooked dishes, but Lin Chan ate very satisfied.

Only then did Cheng Lin smile a little.

Lin Chan secretly glanced at Cheng Lin, and said, "I tell Dahuajuan and the others every day that your cooking is delicious, and they are so hungry."

"I only cook delicious food?" It was obviously a tone that needed to be coaxed.

Lin Chan frowned, "Is everything okay with you?"

"Not really." Cheng Lin twitched the corner of his mouth, "You should save these words on the bed, and you will be more sincere then."

"Old rascal," Lin Chan poked at the meat in the bowl, "The big flower rolls want you to go to the farmhouse with us, mainly because they want to try your cooking skills."

"Huh?" Cheng Lin raised his eyebrows.

Lin Chan asked, "Are you going?"

"Okay, what time? Tell me in advance and I will free up the schedule."

"It's fine if you come to have lunch. Do you really want you to cook for them? I'll come and poison them to death."

Cheng Lin picked up some vegetables for Lin Chan, "Didn't you say you only cook vegetables for me? It's okay if I cook them a meal, I'm afraid it's not as good as you boast."

"That's fine, you can relax and do whatever you want. What are you afraid of those people who haven't eaten a few good meals?" Lin Chan raised her face and smiled, "I'll help you hehe."

"Aren't you going to be a disservice? Let's play with them." After a pause, Cheng Lin suddenly remembered that Xia Chuan's cooking is very good.

Lin Chan glanced at Cheng Lin, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Cheng Lin shook his head, "Remember to tell me when the time is set, as soon as possible, it will be really cold in a few days."

Lin Chan nodded, frowned, and swallowed the vegetables Cheng Lin had picked up for herself.

After some cloud and rain at night, Lin Chan was out of breath.

When Lin Chan was about to pick up a glass of water from the bedside table to drink after a break, Cheng Lin got up, took the water glass, and walked out of the bedroom. When he came back, he handed a glass of warm water to Lin Chan.

Lin Chan pursed her lips, her expression still had the lingering charm of just now, her voice was a little hoarse, "Hurry up, you don't wear slippers if the floor heating is not on."

As he spoke, he drank from the water glass in Lin's hand, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

When the two were leaning against each other and preparing to fall asleep, Cheng Lin suddenly said, "Do you really want to take on Qin Wei's job?"

Lin Chan was already sleepy, "If you don't pick up Old Liang, you won't recognize me."

"Can't I not accept it?"

Lin Chan muttered vaguely, probably meaning to refuse.It seemed that Cheng Lin was noisy, so he turned his back with a frown.

Cheng Lin sighed softly.

When Xia Chuan's movie "Black Stone" premiered, Cheng Lin also went there. As an investor, he happened to sit next to Xia Chuan.

After a series of activities such as the video introduction, the live Q&A, the lights in the hall were turned off, and the screen slowly turned on, showing the river water stained by the setting sun, and a ferryman wearing a straw hat rowing a boat.

There is the sound of oars paddling across the river, and the man reads the narration in a childish and vigorous voice, "Old people often tell a story that people are made of stones, and the world was originally made of stones." The cemetery has become so large that no mortal life will bring it or die, nor will it leave any traces. Just when mortals are worrying about how to prove that they have lived, some immortals come down to the earth and say that they can turn stones into gold. When ordinary people ask what gold is, the immortals It is said that it is something that can be left forever, so mortals began to beg immortals to turn themselves into gold."

When the camera turned, it was obviously the year when gambling was strictly prohibited, but the underground casino was still noisy and noisy. The middle-aged man with his face full of flesh and teeth spitting on the ground, looked at the cards in his hand and smiled, as if there was something wrong with him. With a winning posture, he relaxed and chatted with the gamblers at the table, "Do you know what my kid said he wants to be in the future?"

"Your boy is fair and clean, and he's good to be a duck." Another skinny man with an unshaven beard looked at the boy in the corner and smiled wretchedly.

"His ambition is worse than being a duck. Damn he said he wanted to be a cop, hahahaha."

Everyone at the table burst into laughter.

The young man whose face could not be seen clearly in the shadow of the corner hugged his knees and said nothing.

Talking and laughing, the cards were played, and the middle-aged man held everyone's chips in front of him. The pale light showed that the man's joy was a little crazy, "I finally let me win after losing for half a year."

The middle-aged man seemed to be lucky tonight, and he won a few more in a row. He grinned and looked at the boy in the corner, "Your father, I will take you to have meat today, and let you know what it is like to be a woman."

Just as I was talking, there was a commotion outside, someone came calling vaguely, and before the middle-aged man could react, the gamblers had already broken in. The people under his command handcuffed all the gamblers at the scene and took them away.

Being imprisoned at that time was a matter of a lifetime.

The middle-aged man spat and cursed, and then shouted at the young man in the corner, "Look, boy, this is the person who made you lose your father! This is the guy you want to be!"

The lead actor raised his eyebrows at the boy in the corner, "Do you want to be a policeman?"

Only then did the boy slowly walk out of the shadow area, wearing a white shirt that didn't fit in with the surrounding environment, pursed his lips with a cold face, and said firmly in a voice that seemed to have just come out of the voice change period: "Yes."