Professor Leng Yan's pheromone is sultry

"Who is he?"

Su Qinghui leaned against the door frame, holding a glass wine bottle in his hand, the amber liquid inside was wobbly, as erratic as his state.

"Don't answer my phone, and hide here with a little boy with no clothes on?!"

"Yun Lin!" Su Qinghui roared loudly without grace: "Who is he?!"

Shen Song pressed the back of Yun Lin's hand, and pulled him behind him to protect him.

"Su, are you so drunk and blind? I can't even recognize your father?"

Su Qinghui squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, pointed at Shen Song and cursed: "Fuck! It's you boy, that day at the bar entrance, you told me that you are Yun Lin's boyfriend, I'm yuck!"

"Yun Lin!" Su Qinghui held the key in his hand and walked into the house. The originally spotless and clean ground was covered with messy footprints.

Yun Lin loves cleanliness the most, and couldn't help frowning, and clenched the hand holding the phone in his trouser pocket.

Su Qinghui was still yelling: "You told him that you don't have a boyfriend, and I have the keys to your house. Doesn't that explain the problem?"

He turned to Shen Song: "I have the key to his house, do you have it?!"

Shen Song gritted his teeth, "Why is the key in your hand, don't you have any AC numbers in your heart?"

"Earlier, Yun Lin asked you to pack up your junk and put the keys back under the floor mat. Why didn't you return them? How dare you lick your face and talk about the keys here?"

Shen Song really wanted to punch Su Qinghui out of his wisdom teeth, but Yun Lin held him back.

"Don't reason with the drunk," he paused, glanced at Su Qinghui, who had already entered without invitation, who was paralyzed on the sofa as if at home, and took Shen Song's arm to pull him into the back room, "You go in, I'll take care of it."

"You go in, I'll take care of it."

Shen Song didn't move, but pinched Yun Lin's arm instead, and exerted light force, "I'm afraid that you'll reason with the drunk man, he's already drunk, let me carry him out and throw him away."

Yun Lin nodded, "It's not impossible when necessary, but it's not you who do it."

Shen Songyang raised his eyebrows, "Wouldn't it be nice to trouble Uncle Police?"

Yun Lin said calmly: "There is no need to trouble the police, I have a solution."

He knows Su Qinghui too well, he is a person whose face is more important than his life.

People who are vain are always afraid that the building will collapse.

There is a suitable candidate in Yun Lin's mind, who can cure this guy who is drunk and crazy for no reason.

In fact, the things about Chen Zhima and rotten millet in the past had nothing to do with him, Yun Lin, and the relationship between the characters before he came here was systematically fabricated.

In other words, those things in the past were just descriptions in words, and none of them really happened.

He Yunlin didn't take off his clothes to get into Su Qinghui's arms, nor did he live under the same roof with Su Qinghui to flirt with him. The system guy did a full set for the sake of acting, and arranged some in detail that Su Qinghui didn't take away. clutter in the attic.

If you can't lose it, you can only let Su Qinghui take it away.

Speaking of which, Su Qinghui is probably also a poor person.

Just when a trace of sympathy appeared in Yun Lin's heart, Su Qinghui's ugly appearance immediately crushed the sympathy that had just surfaced.

"Stop performing in front of me, you and me, it's disgusting!"

Su Qinghui snorted coldly, and took another two gulps from the bottle to his mouth, and the pungent spirit flowed down his mouth and cheeks onto the sofa.

Poor Yun Lin's imported calfskin sofa was immediately stained with indelible stains.

Su Qinghui hiccupped, looked at the two with raised eyelids, and sneered, "You two are hiding here to have fun at night, leaving me alone? No way!"

"Let me tell you, do you know how unrestrained Yun Lin was when he was young? Do you know how beautiful his naked body is?"

Su Qinghui's eyes were full of resentment, and he laughed unrestrainedly: "That little waist is so slender, the whole body is white and tender, and it still smells good! Do you know that, you little bastard?"

"Have you ever fucking tasted it?!"

"He sent it to my mouth for me to taste. I blamed me for being too young and not knowing what the best delicacy is, so I just missed it, or it would be your turn?!"

There was a creaking sound from Shen Song's fist, the knuckles turned white, and the power contained seemed to be able to smash Su Qinghui's fist to the floor.

Su Qinghui seemed very satisfied to see the corners of Shen Song's lips drawn up. He even patted the sofa beside him, and continued with a sarcasm: "You know? Treatment, you take off your clothes and sneak into his arms? Come on, Xiao Lin, come and sit in Uncle Su's arms and drink with Uncle Su, hahaha..."

Before the next few words could be uttered, the mouthful of blood and the knocked out teeth got stuck between the mouthpiece.

With a "boom", Su Qinghui fell to the ground on his back. When he raised his eyes, he saw Shen Song with a very oppressive face. Beside him, condescendingly scorned him.

At this moment, Su Qinghui seemed to see a ferocious hell ghost, with a dark purple light lingering in his eyes, with an aggressive oppressive force, and the sense of presence was so strong that it made people tremble all over.

Half of the alcohol that rushed to his forehead evaporated. Su Qinghui lay on the floor, looked at Shen Song, stepped forward step by step, and saw spots of red on the knuckles of Shen Song's fist—it seemed own blood...

Shen Song came forward, raised his long legs, and stepped on Su Qinghui's chest fiercely, but he didn't even bother to give Su Qinghui a look, but turned his head to look at Yun Lin, his eyes glistening with evil of light.

"Brother, look, to deal with a hooligan is to use the hooligan's method. It doesn't make sense for you to try to reason with him."

Shen Song slowly turned his face back to look at Su Qinghui, the surly look in his eyes could almost tear apart the nerves of this person who had gradually become sober.

"To deal with garbage, you have to use the method of throwing garbage. Let's see, does the garbage stop talking about it?"

Su Qinghui was half sober, but still a little confused, "Then why don't you ask Yun Lin if he did these things, it's all true, you hit me?"

The strength on Shen Song's feet became heavier, and Su Qinghui cried out when he stepped on it.

"What did my brother's past matter have to do with me? All I know is that you are a piece of trash now."

Su Qinghui felt that his sternum was about to be crushed, blood was surging in his chest, he coughed twice, his face was extremely depressed.

"You don't...don't care at all?"

"That's it? Don't care," Shen Song stomped hard again, "So you can get out? Or I'll send you—"

"Go to the ICU?"

Su Qinghui cast his eyes on Yun Lin behind Shen Song, and saw that Yun Lin calmly put away the mobile phone in his hand, put the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, and walked over very calmly.

"Pan Qian has already arrived in the community. She just took her parents to see an art exhibition nearby. After a while, their family will come up and take his 'fiancé' home."

These words were clear and cold, but like a sharp sword, it pierced into Su Qinghui's heart at once.

Now, Su Qinghui's other half of the wine is also sober.

With trembling lips, he said tremblingly, "You said... Who do you think is coming?"

Yun Lin stopped not far in front of him, and didn't have any intention of helping him up. Instead, with his hands in his trouser pockets, he looked down at him indifferently.

"Pan Qian, your 'fiancee'."

"Take you back to your future father-in-law's house, oh no," Yun Lin pushed the gold-rimmed glasses, and hooked one corner of his mouth, "After tonight, Pan Qian's family may not be your future in-laws."

This kind of family marriage has no feelings at all, they live together as a couple, and the two families are getting more and more prosperous, but Su Qinghui borrowed the power of the woman, and now he is still bullying her daughter, such a subtle connection The bond will fall apart in shame and anger, and it will not last long.

Not only will you not get the benefits you deserve, but you may also be retaliated against and suffer the consequences yourself.

"Pan Qian?" Shen Song twitched his lips and said thoughtfully, "Uncle Lu's stepdaughter."

In this situation, hearing the name Pan Qian, Su Qinghui's hairs stood on end.

He wanted to sit up, but he tried and then lay down slumped - he really couldn't compete with Shen Song's huge strength.

So, I can only beg hard.

"Don't... Xiao Lin, don't let her come up."

Yun Lin said lightly, "Why?"

"She came up, and I, Yunhui Biotechnology, crossed the bridge and borrowed funds from the Lu Group, and it was over! Xiaolin, for my uncle Su's sake of taking care of you when I was young, can you let me go."

It's okay not to mention this, but when he mentions this, it looks even more wretched.

That's not caring, it's almost irresponsible playing tricks.

Before Yun Lin could speak, Shen Song stomped down hard again.

"Let it go?" Shen Song sneered and said, "It's almost the same as letting your fart go."

"If you don't have money, you have no money. When you come back to show off, you still borrow money from the girl's natal family, and use the capital of the woman's family to pursue regrets. Are you ashamed?"

Su Qinghui's face was scorched by what was said, and he struggled hard.

"Don't worry about it, kid! I'm fucking talking to Xiao Lin, get your feet off!"

How did Su Qinghui know that the background of the Shen family was bigger than that of the Lu Group, but it was a pity that his vision was not wide, and he did not recognize the only seedling of the Shen family who did not often attend business dinners.

He didn't know that the fierce boy who was stepping on his chest at this moment was the son of the Shen's consortium who begged his grandpa to tell his grandma to get in touch with him.

It is not a matter of effort for the oldoney Shen's consortium of the empire to raise or lower any power casually.

It's a pity that Su Qinghui is used to being arrogant, so he just treats Shen Song as an ordinary college student.

He didn't even realize that his small yells floated into Shen Song's ears, like weights stacked up one by one, and finally the balance suddenly tipped to the side, no matter how impossible rescued.

Shen Song sneered, "You can't take your feet off, think about how you'll explain the loss of clothes when you meet your 'fiancée' later."

"Anyway, I'm not afraid of losing my face, but you may not be afraid."

While talking, Shen Song lifted the collar of his clothes, stretched out his hand twice and tore off Su Qinghui's crumpled shirt, then raised his hand along the way, and scraped Su Qinghui's clear ears.

"Papa" sounded twice, resounding through the room.

Yun Lin raised his eyebrows, but didn't stop.

All the social elites who are sanctimonious in front of others are all nonsense.

He even felt that Shen Song was quite relieved, and then walked to the door without haste, opened the door, and greeted everyone at the door.

——This scene in the room is really cruel, and it is unbearable to watch.

——So just don’t watch it.

With the sound of scratching ears, Pan Qian's parents rushed into the room led by Pan Qian.

Upon entering, Pan Qian's father, Lu Qianbo, first exclaimed: "Su Qinghui?!"

Then he called out even more surprised: "Xiao Song?!"

Mother Pan didn't recognize Shen Song, but she also covered her mouth in surprise.

At the door, Yun Lin and Pan Qian, who rolled her eyes and finished applying eye drops, looked at each other, and they entered the room together.

Entering the first scene, Yun Lin was almost taken aback.

Seeing that Su Qinghui was like an evil beast that had finally seized the opportunity to fight back, he just pounced on Shen Song, strangled Shen Song's neck fiercely, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Dog, brat, I will let you die today!"

His upper body was naked, and even though his face was swollen, he still looked like a grinning, fierce gangster.

Looking back at Shen Song's moment, the arrogant and surly face disappeared, replaced by a pitiful frown, turned his head to look at the people in the room, and finally set his eyes on Lu Qianbo.

"Uncle Lu...I'm fine."

At this moment, his upper body was wrapped in a large bath towel, and the top was thrown at the foot of the sofa, and it was crumpled. Matching his expression, and the way his trembling hands were tightly pinching the bath towel around his neck, made his whole body Everyone is like a poor bun who has been manipulated.

——It's so pitiful, I feel so pitiful.

Lu Qianbo and Shen Qing are friends, and the Lu and Chen families are also family friends. When they were young, the two children even had an oolong fight and ordered a baby kiss.

Seeing Shen Song's appearance now, the old man immediately became angry, came over and pressed Zhu Qinghui's wrist, and protected Shen Song behind him with the other hand.

"Su Qinghui, what are you doing? What kind of system is it?!"

Lu Qianbo glared at him, and Su Qinghui woke up from the last trace of alcohol remaining in his brain.

Let the person holding the lifeline of the economy in his hand yell loudly, like a seven-inch snake that has been beaten, the aura that had just become ruthless suddenly shrank and collapsed.

"Lu... Uncle Lu, I didn't, listen to my explanation, it was Shen Song who took off my clothes..."

"Nonsense!" Lu Qianbo shook off Su Qinghui's hand, and said sharply: "Obviously I saw you pinch Shen Song's neck, and you took off his clothes too?! Where are your clothes?!"

"It's just...it's morally corrupt!"

Pan Qian hid behind Yun Lin, secretly applied eye drops to "touch up makeup", and said in a soft voice, "Thank you, Brother Yun!"

After finishing speaking, she stepped out and cried like pear blossoms and rain. While crying, she pulled her mother and asked, "Why is this? Why is my fiancé flirting with other men? What does it look like when it comes out? Do you still want to be a human at home!"

Pan Qian: "Woooooo...I don't want to live!"

Shen Song frowned, and squeezed the neckline of the towel, "I don't want to live either!"

"..."

Another breath of tea wafted out, and Yun Lin couldn't help pinching his brows.

There is a big tea and a small tea in this room, which can be regarded as a strong alliance of masters.

Mother Pan hugged her daughter and patted her back, urging her husband as she patted her: "Lao Lu, hurry up and fix it! Look at how the two children have been bullied!"

Hearing this, Lu Qianbo seemed to have made up his mind. He slapped his thigh and directly dialed the number of his assistant: "Hello? Xiao Du, you are now drafting a contract to terminate the contract with Yunhui Biotechnology, and now come to the xx community in the east of the university city .”

"Yes, right now."

Su Qinghui kept wailing: "Uncle Lu, don't..."

But Lu Qianbo finished the call as if he didn't hear it, and then raised his finger to Zhisu Qinghui, annoyed and helpless, as if he hated iron but could not make steel, as if he wanted to tear up this bastard that made him lose face.

Suddenly, the mobile phone in Lu Qianbo's hand rang again. He looked at the screen, hesitated for a moment and still connected: "Hello? Lu Feng? What are you calling for? I won't change my mind."

As he spoke, Elder Lu walked out, and Pan Qian and his mother followed suit.

When passing by Yun Lin's side, Pan Qian gave Yun Lin a one-sided wink, Yun Lin glanced at her indifferently, and turned sideways, so that the mother and daughter who supported each other would have a smoother departure space.

Su Qinghui watched helplessly as his God of Wealth left in such a fit of anger that he caused trouble, but in the end he couldn't argue with it and was about to explode.

He jumped up and pointed at Yun Lin and Shen Song, his fingers trembling.

"Okay...you two are ruthless enough, one beats me and the other uses bad moves, you are good enough in mixed doubles!"

"I, Su Qinghui, have a fucking stumble. I will remember this account, Yun Lin, you'd better remember your choice today. You will regret it if you choose this little wolf dog!"

After all, Su Qinghui picked up the scattered shirts on the ground and barely covered his chest—the person who wanted face the most, finally fled in embarrassment from the place where he originally planned to be a domineering man.

The house was in a mess, but it finally returned to silence.

Snowball was poking around, not knowing exactly what was going on, but it was too timid, half of its face was exposed with its head against the door, its little paws were cramped together, and it didn't dare to go forward.

After Yun Lin went to close the door, he came back and picked up Xueqiu, gently dragged its belly, and stretched out his slender fingers soothingly to scratch Xueqiu's chin.

Xueqiu snored happily in Yun Lin's arms.

"There should be clothes you can wear in the closet, find something to cover up, there is no need to act after everyone is gone."

Shen Song licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, but didn't move immediately, just watched Yun Lin stroking the cat quietly.

The slender beauty is holding a strange shaved cat in her arms, which is also a beautiful picture.

As if knowing what Shen Song was thinking, Yun Lin looked up at him, "Do you care about what Su Qinghui said?"

Shen Song shrugged, "I don't care, it's all in the past tense."

He was going to go to the bedroom to find clothes, but when he passed by Yun Lin, his arm was suddenly grabbed by Yun Lin.

"What if I say that nothing happened?"

"Will you believe me?"

Shen Song stopped and turned to look at Yun Lin.

The eyes in his eyes were deep, and the stars in his eyes were floating.

That's probably the case at first glance.

"I believe."

"Brother, as long as you tell me, I will believe it."

"But now, you have to go with me. It's not safe for Su Qinghui to take the key here. Give me a chance and let me protect you, okay?"