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Feng Jin finally came back to his senses from the daze, took the car keys and went downstairs, and called Lin Yan at the same time.

Lin Yan didn't answer.

Feng Jin hit him over and over again.

When it was 15 minutes' drive away from Fu Ran's house, Lin Yan's call was finally connected.

"Lin Yan!"

Feng Jin's voice trembled: "Where are you?"

Lin Yan's heavy breathing came from the phone.

He was like an enraged lion, with uncontrollable whimpers and gasps in his throat.

Feng Jin drove the car faster, his voice tinged with tears: "Lin Yan, I beg you not to be impulsive...don't do stupid things.

"Lin Yan, I'll be there soon, don't scare me... think about me, think about Xiang Xi, we're about to have a wedding. Lin Yan's breathing became a little bit hoarse, "Xiao Jin, are you driving?" ? "

Lin Yan: Drive slowly, don't worry, I'm fine. "

Feng Jin was anxious: "Leave me alone, Lin Yan, don't be impulsive, wait for me to come and find you, okay?"

Lin Yan's voice became hoarse: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Jin stepped on the gas pedal again.

His palms were covered with sweat, his heart was beating wildly, nervousness and restlessness oppressed every nerve in him, and too many things were stuffed into his brain.

How is Lin Yan doing now?

He has already arrived at Fu Ran's house, and the two of them may have met before. His assistant said that he took the guy with him. Did he do anything to Fu Ran?

Fu Ran felt ashamed in his heart. After Lin Yang passed away, he always tolerated Lin Yan in various ways, and he would not fight back when he was beaten or scolded.

In case something really happens...

As soon as Feng Jin was in a daze, his reaction was a beat slower.

The car turning left in front made him unable to dodge.

He felt that when he stepped on the brakes, he still slammed forward heavily, and his forehead hit the steering wheel.

Fortunately, there was no bloodshed or accident, Feng Jin took a breath, slowed down the speed slightly, drove away the messy thoughts in his head, and forced himself to concentrate, avoiding JO soon, Feng Jin rushed to Fu Ran's villa.

He got out of the car in a hurry, slammed the door and ran into the yard.

Lin Yan sat quietly under the tree trunk in the yard, with the metal baseball bat thrown beside him.

He lowered his head, his shoulders shrunk slightly, and he didn't know what expression it was.

Fu Ran was sitting on a stone bench not far away, holding a pen in his hand, drawing something.

His face was dull, and there was no extra expression.

No missing arms and no missing legs.

Feng Jin heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

He hurried to Lin Yan, knelt down on one knee, "Lin Yan."

Lin Yan trembled, and slowly raised his head, his eyes were red with horror.

As soon as he opened his mouth, tears burst out uncontrollably, his voice was trembling, like a wronged child meeting his parents: "Xiao Jin..."

Feng Jin pressed the back of his head and held him in his arms.

"It's okay, it's okay, Lin Yan... it's all over."

He hugged Lin Yan like this, stroking Lin Yan's head with his slender fingers, which seemed to be a kind of comfort and encouragement.

Until Lin Yan's mood stabilized again.

"What happened to your head?"

Lin Yan reached out to touch Feng Jin's swollen forehead.

Feng Jin held up a smile: "I accidentally bumped into it."

Lin Yan was a little nervous: "Didn't I tell you to be careful? Did you hurt other places? Let me see..."

"No." Feng Jin quickly shook his head: "Don't worry about me. You and Fu Ran..."

Lin Yan's eyes suddenly turned cold.

He glanced at Fu Ran where he was, and said in a cool voice, "I wanted to beat him to death, but I came in with a stick, but suddenly I didn't want to beat him."

He married Feng Jin.

Lin Yan's eyes turned red again: "He killed my brother, Xiao Jin, do you know...my brother could not die, he made an appointment for surgery, the doctor said that the probability of success is very high...he killed him my brother."

Lin Yan stood up from the ground and walked towards Fu Ran.

Feng Jin was suddenly very nervous, and tugged at Lin Yan's clothes: "Lin Yan..."

Lin Yan smiled at him and rubbed his hair: "It's okay, don't worry."

Feng Jin let go of Lin Yan suspiciously.

Lin Yan walked to Fu Ran's side step by step.

Fu Ran is painting.

On the drawing paper, it is Lin Yang's face, but the position of the eyes is blank.

It has been more than a year since Lin Yang passed away.

During his lifetime, the confrontation between him and Lin Yang was too fierce, neither of them would admit defeat, and they fought against each other as if they were holding their breath.

So much so that he threw away all of Lin Yang's things in a fit of rage, even deleted all the photos and videos he usually recorded.

Even though he sketched Lin Yang's appearance in his mind countless times, he gradually couldn't remember what Xiao Yang's eyes looked like.

He has double eyelids, and there seems to be a mole in the corner of his eye, left or right...

Fu Ran squeezed the pen tightly.

Lin Yan sneered, stretched out his hand and pulled the painting back.

Then he tore it into pieces without looking at it, and threw it on Fu Ran's face.

Fu Ran's face was pale.

Lin Yan bent down, hooked his neck, pressed his pale face, and forced him to look at herself.

"Fu Ran, live well."

Dead, it is really too cheap for him.

Fu Ran's lips were dry and his Adam's apple trembled twice: "Lin Yan, I'm really... sorry..."

"Your apology, let's save it when we go down to see my brother." Lin Yan sneered: "Also, I will transfer to Xiang Xi, and you will never see the child my brother adopted for you again in this life .”

Fu Ran's breathing froze for a second.

Lin Yan let go of him and left with Feng Jin.

Fu Ran lowered his head, picked up all the fragments on the ground with trembling hands, smoothed the wrinkles with his fingers, and put them together piece by piece...

As soon as Lin Yan stepped out of Fu's house, he dragged Feng Jin into the car.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

Feng Jin shook his head: "No, it's just a bump, it's okay."

"The injury on the head can't be careless." Lin Yan said firmly, "How long have you forgotten how long I've been lying on the bed?"

Lin Yan pushed aside the bangs on his forehead slightly, and frowned: "Does it hurt?"

Feng Jin ducked back, "You still remember that you used to be in a vegetable state, and came here to fight with Fu Ran without saying a word."

Lin Yan: "I won't look for him again in the future."

Fu Ran is not worth his wasting so much time.

"I just blame myself. My brother is sick, and I didn't notice it at all."

Lin Yan remembered the last time he had contact with his brother.

Obviously his brother's voice was already very weak, and he stopped calling himself abnormally, saying that he wanted to hear him call brother again, so many hints, but he didn't even notice it.

When his brother died, he had no relatives around him.

So pitiful.

Feng Jin: "Brother Lin Yang must not want you to worry, you have to be good."

Lin Yan took a deep breath: "I know, not only because of my brother, but also because of you, I promise, I will not be impulsive again in the future."

Feng Jin smiled: "Then what if you can't do it?"

Lin Yan shrugged: "It's up to you."

"Then punish you for helping Xiang Xi with her homework."

Lin Yan instantly turned bitter: "Xiao Jin, just spare me, if you want me to help him with his homework, I will be pissed to death."

"Actually, Xiang Xi is quite smart. I taught him, and he learned very quickly."

Lin Yan pouted: "Then why can't I just change?"

"As a teacher, you have to find your own reasons."

Lin Yan smiled: "I don't care, you are mine. Since you have entered my Lin family's door, you are also responsible for our children's education. Don't ask me about homework."

Feng Jin still wanted to speak, but Lin Yan had already pressed his head and kissed the corner of his lips: "Okay, go to the hospital."

Lin Yan transferred Fu Xiangxi's school, and found a few friends to help, and cleared up the relationship. Finally, he changed Fu Xiangxi's name to Lin Xiangxi.

In this way, this little brat has nothing to do with Fu Ran anymore.

Even if Fu Ran went to check, if the name didn't match, he might not be able to find his new school.

The boy will start primary school in the second half of the year, and he and Fu Ran will never have any contact again.

Lin Yan did a great job on this matter, and didn't leave Fu Ran with a single thought.

Later I heard from Jiang Yichen that Fu Ran set up a charity foundation to treat gastric cancer patients in China, and he was busy every day.

Feng Jin was also completely relieved.

Get busy.

If you have something to do, you won't always think about the dead.

In June of this year, Fu Ran's elderly parents found Lin Yan, hoping to let Fu Ran meet the child.

Even once every two months is fine.

Fu Ran is the only son, and the second elder is really worried that Fu Ran will be gone someday.

Lin Yan didn't agree, Fu Ran's parents kowtowed to Lin Yan on their knees.

Seeing the face of the old man, Lin Yan let go, and agreed that Fu Ran would see the boy for two months.

In September, Lin Xiangxi started the first grade.

On the first day of school, Lin Yan and Feng Jin personally sent the little boy to school.

Lin Yan said harsh words to him: "Study hard for me, if you fail the exam, call your parents, I can't afford to lose that person, go back and fuck your ass."

Lin Xiangxi was carrying his Superman schoolbag: "No way, uncle."

Later, the little boy got full marks in the school exams every time, and was highly praised at the parent meeting.

It is said that Xiao Zaizi writes well, does not need pinyin in writing, almost recognizes Chinese characters, and can speak English.

For the first time, Lin Yan felt that the brat gave him a face.

But he couldn't stop laughing.

Is it necessary to recognize all Chinese characters in the first grade?Can you speak English?

With such an IQ, does he need to yell at him and teach him "one plus one equals two"?

No wonder he can't teach the little brat how to do anything, but once he changes Feng Jin, he will know everything.

Co-authored him to be played by an ass kid.

Your uncle's.

Lin Yan grabbed the broom that night and chased Lin Xiangxi all over the apartment.

Feng Jin came out of the kitchen with the boiled fish in hand. Seeing the two uncles and nephews arguing, he reluctantly put down his things and went to stop Lin Yan.

Lin Yan's eyes were red with anger: "Feng Jin, don't stop me! I won't make trouble with him today, and my surname is not Lin."

Feng Jin smiled: "Wash your hands and eat, I will make you angry at night."

Lin Yan was taken aback for a moment, thought about it seriously, and silently put down the broom.

It's a good deal.

Lin Xiangxi shook his clever little head.

Oh, uncle is going to hit aunt again tonight.