intracranial fetters

Early in the morning when Cheng Lin returned, Yang Xi and Li Feng came to the door.

Yang Xi stared at Cheng Lin from head to toe, "How were you doing yesterday?"

"What can I do?" Cheng Lin looked puzzled.

Li Feng raised his eyebrows, "Did Lin Chan break up with you?"

Cheng Lin sat in front of the desk, flipped through the documents on the side and looked up at Li Feng, "He mentioned it, but in the end I still got no points."

"Really?" Yang Xi moved closer and looked at Cheng Lin, "You didn't break Lin Chan's leg, did you lock him up?"

"Am I that kind of person?" Cheng Lin smiled, "He also promised me to accompany me back to the old house during Chinese New Year this year."

Before the meeting, the two of them looked suspicious without speaking, Cheng Lin said again, "You don't believe in finding a time to get together, if we break up, he will definitely not come, will he?"

Li Feng asked suspiciously: "What about Lin Chan?"

Cheng Lin looked at the head of the document without looking up, "You don't want to get together now, do you? He is still in Xicheng District, and Qin Wei's project will be completed in a few days. I will pick him up on the day I go back to the old house. If you get together, you have to wait until after the year is over."

"You didn't bring Lin Chan back?"

"His project is finished in just a few days, and he is not in a hurry."

Yang Xi still couldn't believe it, "He broke up with you yesterday, what did you do to resolve it peacefully?"

Cheng Lin began to complain, "How can there be a peaceful settlement? He said that after the New Year, it doesn't matter where he lives. Whether he lives with him or my house depends on his mood."

The two finally believed that Cheng Lin and the two of them were fine, and Yang Xi said, "You can be content."

Li Feng nodded, "It's fine as long as you have nothing to do. Then find time to get together after the Chinese New Year? I just happened to show you my little reporter."

"Okay, just set a time and make a call."

"Then let's go first."

"Yeah." Cheng Lin still looked down at the file and didn't lift it.

Cheng Lin had offended many people on the way to cleanse the Cheng family. He was not aboveboard, and even carried some of the Cheng family's low-class style in his bones.

Many of those many people pointed at his nose and scolded, "Who are you, Cheng Lin? It's a joke that your Cheng family can be wiped clean by you."

Cheng Lin admits that he is indeed a person who does whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

But in this world, is the process important?Not all seeking a result.

Lin Chan wants to break up with herself?

Cheng Lin smiled at Lin Chan's innocence, how could he let him have nothing to do with him so easily?

Even if he tied him, he could tie Lin Chan by his side for a lifetime, tied to death.

Cheng Lin still ate lunch at a restaurant with Xia Chuan according to the old man's wishes.

As always, paparazzi were secretly taking pictures not far away, and the corner of Cheng Lin's mouth was full of tenderness, holding food for Xia Chuan, "Do you feel aggrieved by this?"

Xia Chuan shook his head, "It's okay."

"The old man asked you to go back to the old house with us during the Chinese New Year, what do you think?"

Xia Chuan shook his head even faster, "Zheng Xuan said that the filming will start in a few days, and "The End of Spring" has dragged on for a long time, and I may not have time to accompany you back there for the New Year. If it is convenient for you, help me and Mr. Cheng Say it, if it’s not convenient for me to say it myself.”

Cheng Lin laughed heartily, "I have contacted Zheng Xuan, and the earliest is to shoot again after the first day of the Chinese New Year."

Xia Chuan lowered his head and ate, "...Didn't Brother Chan go too?"

Cheng Lin looked at Xia Chuan, "The old man told you to go, so you go. Someone will pick you up to the old house the day before New Year's Eve."

Xia Chuan smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, and said nothing more, as he agreed.

After eating, Cheng Lin walked out of the restaurant with his arms around Xia Chuan's shoulders, smiling and talking with his head down from time to time.

In fact, people like Cheng Lin and the others really know how to act, and they don’t know if they will be tired if they don’t leave the mask. Xia Chuan was a little dazed when he saw Cheng Lin lowering his head and smiling at himself.

Until he sat in the car, Xia Chuan was still thinking about himself...what the hell is he.

Some time ago, when gossip broke that I liked Cheng Lin in college, I suffered from insomnia every night.

Looking at the light and shadow of the moonlight shining on the ground through the curtains in a daze, I can occasionally hear the barking of stray dogs and cats. It must be cold outside in such a cold day.

Xia Chuan wanted to get up and go out to build a nest for them, but Xia Chuan didn't.

He was afraid to go out and find that the paparazzi hadn't left, or hide in a corner and set up the camera ready to point at himself at any time.When the flashlight shone on him and he clicked the shutter, Xia Chuan felt powerless with nowhere to hide.The thoughts that seemed to be carefully hidden by him were finally exposed to the air, and quickly oxidized and deteriorated, making people sick.

Xia Chuan didn't even dare to contact Cheng Lin for a while, he didn't dare to imagine how Cheng Lin would view him, he would definitely feel that he was hypocritical and inferior.

There is a chance to get close to him, stay by his side, and call his previous surname, but she still pretends to have no affection for him.Could it be that he thought he was playing hard to get, like those guys?

Xia Chuan didn't dare to sleep, because he would dream when he fell asleep, and Cheng Lin's gentle face would suddenly be far away from him in the dream, but the expression on his face could be seen clearly, Cheng Lin frowned, his eyes were undisguised of disgust, "Do you like me?"

The sliver of joy in my heart that used to be because Cheng Lin approached me was so dirty at this moment that I seemed to be dragging myself to hell.

The meticulous evidence of being picked up by them calling sweet and true love on the Internet seems to be stamped on their faces like a seal, which can never be washed clean, can never be hidden, and is ostentatious.

Every time Xia Chuan woke up, he was always trembling with fear, his hands and feet were cold.

It looked like it had just been salvaged from the cold deep sea.

This situation continued until the day Cheng Lin called himself.

Xia Chuan answered the phone with trembling hands, cleared his throat, like a self-deceiving ostrich, desperately trying to grab the last straw, Xia Chuan heard himself try his best to pretend nothing had happened and said: "Mr. Cheng, why are you free? Call me? Is it because of what was said on the Internet? Mr. Cheng also knows that the Internet always likes to say some irrelevant things, so don't worry about it. "

When Xia Chuan said these words, he didn't even pause because of his panic, and he didn't speak for a long time on the other end of the phone.

Xia Chuan just felt that every second of Cheng Lin's silence was like Ling Chi to himself, his tongue was dry, and the whole room was spinning with his nervous breathing.

Finally Cheng Lin spoke, and he said, "I know, but I plan to hold a press conference. They need to make them feel that we like each other, not the relationship in the entertainment industry, so as to stabilize the stock market. Xia Chuan, is this okay? ?”

The dizzying spinning finally stopped, but it seemed to fall into an endless abyss.

Xia Chuan heard himself laughing and said, "It's always my honor to help Cheng."

For the first time, I hung up Cheng Lin's call by myself.

Xia Chuan finally understood that all his worries were his own self-indulgence.

Cheng Lin doesn't like his feelings, so naturally, even dislike is superfluous.

Xia Chuan could feel his body trembling, as if he knew that at that moment, he was jealous of Lin Chan, so jealous that he was going crazy.

It turns out that liking is a thing that does not talk about the original intention. Liking is a bottomless pit, and one day it will swallow all your self-respect and rational pride.

So you finally fell to the bottom of the cliff, leaving only a pair of tattered skin and stinking bones, just like the thousands of corpses at the bottom of the cliff who were willing to die one after another.

Xia Chuan can only hope that this day will come later, and later.

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