Don't play with avatars

Just across from Jiang Yin, stood a man in a shirt.

He took off his usual solemn suit, as if lifting off the heaviness that enveloped his body.

From a formidable and rigorous castle, it has become a neat and bright cottage.

The natural indifference between the brows also became more like alienation because of the change of temperament.

It seemed that he had met Jiang Yin just as he was leaving the house. His eyes were light and he looked towards Jiang Yin.

After seeing it clearly, Jiang Yin was dumbfounded and said:

"Lin Dongyan, why are you here?"

This person is Lin Dongyan who should not have appeared in the school.

Lin Dongyan was not as rigorous as when he was working, and he looked a little lazy in addition to his indifferent expression.

He pushed the book in his hand towards Jiang Yin, and said casually: "Class."

"Class?" Seeing that he turned to leave, Jiang Yin caught up with him in two steps: "Aren't you afraid of being found?"

Lin Dongyan slowed down, waiting for Jiang Yin to catch up.

"The school is relatively safe, and there is no other job in the near future." Lin Dongyan said calmly.

While speaking, he lowered his eyes and landed on Jiang Yin's confused face.

Lin Dongyan pursed his lips, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger: "You are not welcome?"

"No." Jiang Yin shook his head quickly.

He just thought that he would never meet Lin Dongyan again.

The two walked into the elevator together, and the atmosphere in the sealed space became silent.

In the past, he didn't think there was anything wrong, but the silence now made Jiang Yin a little uneasy.

"Is the lawsuit still going on?" Jiang Yin asked.

"Hit." Lin Dongyan was as usual, no matter what he asked, even if it was brief.

As the elevator descended, in the silence, Lin Dongyan rarely took the initiative to speak: "Jiang Yin, you are right, there will be no exceptions to the law."

While talking, he held something in his hand, spread Jiang Yin's palm, and put a candy wrapped in pink sugar paper into Jiang Yin's hand.

Jiang Yin looked at him inexplicably.

He also looked at Jiang Yin with bright and firm eyes, but ridiculously, Jiang Yin felt that he saw a little heat in his eyes.

It was a touch of temperature that would never appear in Lin Dongyan's eyes.

"And I'm not the law, understand?" Lin Dongyan looked into his eyes with only seriousness on his face.

--What's the meaning?Jiang Yin didn't understand.

Walking out of the dormitory, Lin Dongyan was taken away by a man, and Jiang Yin stood there staring blankly at his back.

Lin Dongyan has a thin body, but his back has always been straight, like a growing Polygonatum, he will grow slowly, and will be countless times better than he is now.

In the past, Lin Dongyan was the law itself; now, he seems to understand.

In a way, the law is ruthless.

Lin Dongyan may have been ruthless in the past, but Jiang Yin had a feeling that when Lin Dongyan said these words, he was no longer ruthless.

Jiang Yin clenched the candy in his palm, and his heartbeat gradually lost balance.

This is what Jiang Yin likes about Shen Xueyan.

Cold, but not heartless.

Lin Dongyan and Shen Xueyan are indeed similar.

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Lin Dongyan was taken to the parking lot by the man.

In the innermost part of the parking lot, there is a black extended version of Lincoln parked.

"Mr. Lin, the young master is here." The man stopped in front of the car window and leaned slightly inside.

"En." A solemn voice came, as if calm after going through vicissitudes.

The car door opened slowly, and on the sofa in the back seat, a middle-aged man was sitting upright. His appearance was five points similar to Lin Dongyan's, with deep eyebrows and sharp eyes. Even if he was sitting still, he gave people an unprecedented pressure.

In the face of this invisible pressure, the man almost sweated profusely, but Lin Dongyan beside him remained indifferent.

Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other for so many years, the young master has grown to such an extent that he can still face Mr. Lin's calm anger without changing his expression.

"I heard that you caused trouble." Mr. Lin leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, and examined Lin Dongyan with a pair of shrewd eyes.

"En." Lin Dongyan said.

"Can it be solved?"

"Ah."

Seeing this, Mr. Lin had an inexplicable smile in the corner of his eyes: "It seems that you are still obsessed with your obsession. What you insist on may not be right."

Hearing this, Lin Dongyan lost his patience, turned around and planned to leave: "I haven't seen the result, and no one knows."

Mr. Lin looked at his back and said calmly: "At least, what you insist on getting is wrong, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Lin Dongyan paused.

He turned his head slightly, his expression as calm as ever.

But I always feel that calm is too much, and it shouldn't be something he should have at his age.

"He's not a thing." Lin Dongyan paused for a moment, lowered his eyes, hiding the unknown emotions in his eyes: "It's not wrong either."

Mr. Lin sat up, his face was unfathomable: "Prove it to me, otherwise you will be obedient and continue to be the sick dog of the Lin family."

Lin Dongyan turned his head back and said word by word:

"I will prove it to you. In addition, no one is more suitable for the title of sick dog than you."

After finishing speaking, Lin Dongyan stood tall and straight, striding away.

The phone vibrated, and Lin Dongyan picked it up casually.

"Hello, Mr. Lin!"

It was Yang Mu's voice on the phone.

"How about the things I told you?" Lin Dongyan asked.

Yang Mu's throat choked, and then he asked anxiously: "Are you sure, what you let me see is helpful to the case?"

Lin Dongyan said without changing his face: "Remember to write down your impressions after watching it."

Yang Mu cried and said: "Isn't this just a love affair, what can I have after seeing it?"

"Otherwise, wages will be deducted?"

"..."

Yang Mu decisively made a decision: "Just wait, I will write you a 36 plan for love tomorrow."

It took a long time before she realized that Lin Dongyan hadn't hung up the phone.

Even after a few seconds, there was a very soft "um".