Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Lynch almost blurted out 'listen to my explanation'. Fortunately, he was still clear-headed, and the words passed through his mouth, and turned into—"Why are you back?"

"Come back?" Ye Feihong grasped these two words keenly.

Di Lan stepped forward and pulled Ye Feihong's hand away. His strength was astonishing. Ye Feihong was born in martial arts, and now he still exercises regularly. When Di Lan pulled him like this, he had no strength to fight back, and he didn't say a word. The exit was thrown out of Lynch's house by Di Lan.

With a sound of "bang", the melodious music of the door lock came, Lynch's heart skipped a beat, his face was still calm, and when he met Di Lan's dark eyes, he couldn't help but say, "I didn't give him a wear slippers."

Di Lan lowered her eyes, and there was a pair of obviously exquisite and expensive black leather shoes at the entrance.

Ye Feihong was pushed out with a shocked expression on his face. Before he recovered from Di Lan's strange power, the door opened again.

Di Lan gave Ye Feihong a 'huh' with a half-smile, kicked up, and those exquisite leather shoes shot out of the door like cannonballs. With a sound, the door closed again.

Di Lan completed the volley in one go, and said to Lynch with a sunny expression, "I'm back! Did you miss me?"

Lynch: "..."

After Lynch calmed down his speechless mood, he walked around him and opened the door again. There was no one at the door, and the elevator showed that he had reached the 8th floor. Lynch sighed and closed the door again.

Di Lan looked at him quietly, at this moment, silence was louder than words, and Jun's face was full of condemnation.

Lynch spread out his palm directly, and a Mercedes-Benz key was lying quietly, "What should I do?"

Di Lan's pupils shrank slightly, "He gave it?"

Lynch nodded.

Di Lan: "..."

Why is this person so shameless and tempted by money?

Di Lan gritted her teeth, wishing she could fight Ye Feihong in the underground parking lot now.

"You haven't said yet, why did you come back?" Lynch put the key on the porch, opened the door of the shoe cabinet, and signaled Di Lan to take the slippers with his eyes.

Di Lan stooped to take the slippers, made sure that there was 'no dog smell' on the slippers, and said in a dull voice, "Why is he here? Why did he give you a car? Did he want to poach you?"

"No," Lynch said casually, "he wants to fuck me."

Di Lan stopped putting on her shoes, and looked up at Lynch, the expression on her face could only be described as dull.

Lynch continued without changing his face: "Nonsense, it's not poaching me, is it picking me?"

Di Lan was still in petrification, and he felt that Lynch did it on purpose. Lynch had already received his signal, but he deliberately used it to tease him. Di Lan's brain that had just stagnated for a moment came alive again, and he said: "He wants to Soak you, I'll dry it for you."

Lynch turned his face away, "Come here and change your shoes, and explain clearly."

Di Lan obediently put on her shoes and went over.

There were two cups filled with water on the coffee table. Di Lan's eyes fell on one of the cups. He knew Lynch's habit of sitting on the sofa, so he guessed that the cup inside belonged to Lynch, and the one outside...of course belonged to the dog.

"He hasn't had time to drink yet." Lynch took the initiative to explain.

Di Lan's expression softened slightly, "Why did you pour him water?"

Lynch sat down lazily, and said slowly: "I was looking for a chance to splash, but I didn't find it."

Di Lan sighed sadly, "Is there still a need to look for opportunities? As soon as he sits down... no, you pour water right away." He touched the glass and said angrily, "It's still cold water."

Lynch: "..."

"Stop making trouble," Lynch rubbed his forehead, "Why are you back?"

Di Lan looked a little awkward, "I asked for leave."

Lynch raised his eyebrows: "Again?"

Di Lan glanced at him, a little irritable in her heart, she lowered her head and said without excuse, "I'm lazy, you can scold me."

Lynch had seen Di Lan's seriousness in acting, and knew that he was not that kind of person, so he asked patiently, "What happened to the crew? Or do you have some personal reasons."

Di Lan lowered her head and said vaguely, "It's a private matter."

"How much time off do you have?"

"By 7:[-] tomorrow morning."

"So nervous? What's the matter?"

Di Lan raised her head, took a deep look at Lynch, uncharacteristically said nothing, got up and went into her room.

Lynch touched his nose, always feeling that Di Lan's eyes seemed to have deep meaning.

Lynch walked to the door of Di Lan's room, and gently knocked on the door, "Stay at home and don't run around. You can do private things, and be careful not to go too far."

Di Lan immediately opened the door, "You want to go out?"

Lynch said: "Well, you can't hold a hot potato in your hands."

Di Lan glanced at the entrance, and said annoyedly, "I'll go."

"You can't," Lynch took a step to the side, blocking Di Lan's footsteps, "Don't you have a private matter to attend to?"

"This is also a private matter." Di Lan directly shook Lynch's shoulder, turned him around, and quickly went to the entrance to get the key.

Lynch looked at the closed door and thought: Silly boy, do you know where the car is parked?

When Di Lan arrived at the underground garage, he realized that at least one-third of the underground garage was Mercedes-Benz.

That leads the damn sales nationwide.

Holding the keys of the Mercedes-Benz in her hand, Di Lan glanced back at the automatic door of the underground garage, and felt that she would be a fool if she went up in despair and asked Lynch where the car was parked.

I was too anxious to run, and I didn't take my mobile phone in my coat.

Holding the car keys in her hand, Di Lan wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Lynch changed into clothes that he could go out with, and brought the documents to be brought back to the company by the way, and took the elevator to the underground parking lot.

The automatic door opened, but Lynch didn't see Di Lan. After walking through the parking lot for a while, he saw a tall and straight figure who was like a male model—pressing the key to a Mercedes-Benz.

It wasn't this one. Di Lan took a few steps forward irritably, and there was another Mercedes. Pressed it, but there was still no response, and the nearby Mercedes made no sound.

"152." Lynch's voice sounded behind him, Di Lan turned her face stiffly, the smile on the corner of Lynch's mouth could no longer be held back, the scene just now was so silly that everyone who saw it couldn't help laughing, "At number 152."

Di Lan blushed uncommonly, and then an angry look appeared on his face, and he gritted his teeth and said, "152?"

Lynch didn't understand, so, "Yes."

Di Lan thought to herself, isn't the permutation and combination the same as '521'?

Okay, middle-aged greasy man, it turns out that he is really digging and making fun, shameless.

"Give me the car keys, and I'll return them." Lynch stretched out his hand.

Di Lan resolutely refused to let Lynch touch the dog-smelling car key again. He remembered that Ye Feihong still held Lynch's hand. Di Lan was so angry that his brain was congested. : "If you have something to do, go and do it, and I will take care of it."

Lin Qi couldn't hold back Di Lan, so he could only tell him not to do anything wrong, and looked back at Di Lan every step of the way. Di Lan waved to him with a sunny face.

After Lynch's figure completely disappeared, Di Lan put away her smile, her face was full of indifference, and she didn't teach Ye Feihong a lesson, because he really thought he was qualified to appear in front of Lynch.

Lynch returned to the company. As soon as he entered the company building, the oncoming employee screamed. Lynch was frightened and frowned slightly, "What's wrong?"

The little employee's eyes drifted, and he said in surprise: "Brother Lin, aren't you resting today? Why are you here?"

"You Mr. Tang insisted on making a false statement, so you came here when you have nothing to do." Lynch said, walking forward with the folder in his hand.

The little employee hurriedly stopped him, put his arms in front of Lynch, and stammered: "Lin, Brother Lin, why don't you go back?"

Lynch frowned even tighter, "What happened?"

"Pull it higher, higher," Tang Jingchuan waved, "A little higher, the left side is a little crooked, swing down a little bit."

"Mr. Tang, is this okay?" The employee lying on the ladder turned his head and saw Lynch at the door and screamed 'ah'.

Tang Jingchuan said: "What's the name, it scared me."

"Lin, Brother Lin..." The employee pointed behind Tang Jingchuan.

Tang Jingchuan turned around and saw Lynch with a face of disapproval.

In the office, Tang Jingchuan beat her chest and stamped her feet, "You have worked overtime for so many days, didn't I tell you to rest at home, why did you come here again?"

Lynch played with the Lego on his desk, raised his eyes and smiled, "I understand the idea, there is no need for such a big battle, thank you."

Tang Jingchuan was too depressed.

Today is Lynch's birthday. According to Lynch's personality, he must have completely forgotten it by himself. Tang Jingchuan has planned to let everyone in the company surprise Lynch, and ordered him to stay at home. Rest, I didn't expect Lynch to come.

This is just great.

As soon as Lynch came, he saw the colorful banners in the conference hall—I wish Lynch a happy [-]th birthday, which disrupted all Tang Jingchuan's preparations.

"Let them do what they should, the company is going through a difficult time." Lynch said gently.

Tang Jingchuan sighed, "It is precisely because the company is like this that we need to be happy."

Lynch smiled, "You don't have to worry, "Firefly" will be available soon."

Guo Pei'an said that he would let "Firefly" meet with you as quickly as possible, and he did it in his previous life.

Tang Jingchuan forced a smile, "Qizai, Qitian's boss came to me again today and offered me a price that I couldn't refuse."

Lynch's smile faded.

The world line of this world is really unfriendly to him.

Tang Jingchuan's complexion changed, and suddenly turned from gloomy to brilliant, and spread his wings with both hands, "But I—— refused! How about it, am I surprised or happy? Should I give me a hug?"

"You are sick." Lynch raised the corner of his mouth, his gaze was soft but firm, "Don't worry, what I will give you will not be just a hug."

Tang Jingchuan also put away her playful expression, "I believe in you."

"Compared to me, you should trust Di Lan more." Lin Qi got up and said, he probably knew why Di Lan asked for leave, he thought he should go see Di Lan now.

The office door was suddenly knocked violently, Tang Jingchuan raised her face with a smile, "Come in."

Lynch's assistant came in, with a face full of joy or sadness, "Brother Lin... Ye Feihong... was revealed to be married..."

Lynch's pupils shrank suddenly, wtf?Is Ye Feihong married? !Why doesn't he know...

Lynch, the former agent, was hit, not to mention others.

Weibo search was instantly paralyzed.

Ye Feihong has had a lot of trouble recently because of a series of incidents of job-hopping and changing employers, and now he just accepts it as soon as it is good, leading fans to start to follow the "Following Works" again.

After all, Re-Breaking the Nine Heavens will be aired soon, and the popularity will be enough after a while. Staring at one point of speculation will easily make passers-by feel rebellious.

Well now, a new breaking point is coming.

The search collapsed, and the groups in the industry also exploded.

Lynch's mobile phone messages entered one by one, and the phone was almost hot, so he casually clicked on a message from a friend in the industry.

——'Good news, Er Gou overturned his car, hidden marriage, fuck me, do you know about this?It really shocked my whole family, you can never imagine how it was exposed! '

——"Ye Feihong's brain was soaked in sulfuric acid, and he sent someone's car to his wife. His wife went to the 4S shop to verify, and was photographed the whole way. "

The following is a video, which is obviously taken from a candid angle, without the face, only the woman's graceful dress and the two sales managers' neat suits.

——'This car was bought by my husband, I want to know... When did he buy it, was it alone or with whom? '

——'Miss, we can't just provide information about guests. '

——'I said, I am his wife, do you want me to show you the marriage certificate or the household registration book?I'm not his wife, how could this car be delivered to me? '

The camera panned below, and the license plate number next to the woman's high-heeled shoes was clearly visible.

After the video, there was a clear picture of the driver's license, the license plate number was exactly the same as in the video, and everyone below clearly wrote three words: Ye Guofu—Ye Feihong's real name.