After Beta was not humble and chased back, Scum A became humble

When Lin Hen lay back on the bed, he was already tired and didn't want to move a single finger, and fell asleep almost within a minute.

Day and night were turned upside down, and it was not until after three o'clock in the afternoon that I was woken up by the phone ringing.

He Jing tightened his arms violently, got up in a frightening manner, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Who the fuck is calling?"

He yelled away the rest of Lin Hen's drowsiness, and quickly reached for He Jing's cell phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hello?" As soon as Lin Hen said the words, his hoarse voice startled him.

The pictures and sounds from not long ago played automatically in his mind, and the mosaic whizzed past... Lin Hen's wall-like face was a little unbearable.

The person on the other side also noticed that the voice was not from his own young master, and after a pause, he asked, "...Mr. Lin?"

Lin Hen recognized the voice of the butler Lao Zhou, and wondered if he should be happy that Lao Zhou could quickly recognize himself from He Jing's many bed partners.

"Ah," he glanced awkwardly at He Jing, who was frowned in the pillow, and got out of bed lightly. Just as his foot hit the ground, he split a fork in his waist disc. He almost knelt down in pain, hissing After slipping away for a few times, he walked outside holding his breath, and said with difficulty: "He Jing is...not convenient to answer the phone, please tell me if you have anything to do, I will tell him later."

Lao Zhou heard that it was Lin Hen, and without hesitation for a second, he explained to him with confidence: "The master asked the young master to go home tonight, and an old friend wants to ask the young master to draw a picture, and the young master needs to communicate with the young master personally. Please tell Mr. Lin .”

"No trouble, no trouble," Lin Hen glanced in through the crack of the door. According to his past experience, He Jing would sleep for a long time after a night's sleep. If he was woken up halfway, he would be so angry that he would fall down a room, and he couldn't stop him. He couldn't help but asked again: "His father—cough, is Mr. He in a hurry? What time is the latest?"

Lao Zhou thought for a while and said, "Leave at eight o'clock at the latest."

"Hey, I see," Lin Hen must have woken up at eight o'clock, and Lin Hen was relieved, "Don't worry."

Thank you Zhou.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Hen tiptoed back, sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his waist and flipping through his phone.

Afraid that some voices would disturb He Jing, he consciously muted the volume before going to bed. A few missed calls lay quietly on the screen. He automatically skipped the two missed calls, and his eyes fell on "Beautiful Lin Yueqiu" Ms." on.

Five missed calls, one WeChat message.

[Beautiful Ms. Lin Yueqiu: Lin Xiaohen!If you don’t get home before dark, I’ll let you know what regret is! 】

Lin Hen trembled, swallowed, and counted with his fingers, can the skinning and bone removal plus cramps offset his sins...

No, what time is it now?

Lin Hen turned on his phone again, 03:30.

It gets dark at five o'clock at the end of January in the north.

He quickly jumped out of bed, opened a corner of the curtain and looked out.

It was getting dark slightly, so there should be time to go back now.

Lin Hen stood by the bed and looked at He Jing. The sleeping person was peaceful and beautiful, his eyebrows stretched out like an angel in light sleep...

But unhappy angels can eat people.

He Jing has two very important requirements for his bed partner - not to be disturbed when sleeping, and not to leave people around him when he wakes up.

I remember that once because his mother was sick, He Jing left while He Jing was still asleep.

He Jing lost his temper after waking up, and ignored him for more than a month. In the end, he squatted in front of He Jing's house for two weeks, and finally squatted down, holding a bouquet of roses bought from a flower shop and rushed over , in front of a group of rich second generations, he recited the love story copied from the Internet for more than 20 minutes with a stupid mouth. In the end, his face was almost on fire, and he was forgiven amidst laughter.

And the hand-wrapped flowers that cost him two days' wages were taken away by his cronies and thrown into the trash before they even reached He Jing's hands.

This time it was because of his mother that he had to leave early, Lin Hen thought optimistically, after such a long time, He Jing's feelings for him must have improved somewhat, and there should be no more trouble.

After leaving a note for He Jing, writing down the housekeeper's words and the reason why he had to leave, Lin Hen tucked him in the quilt again before putting on his clothes and leaving.

The location of Shuquanshan Mansion was quite particular, and it was quiet amidst the hustle and bustle. A large piece of land was encircled in the center of Jingyun City, and a secluded paradise was built in the bustling business district.

Lin Hen has no idea about money, he just feels "big".

Young Master He didn't wake up, and the driver wouldn't take Lin Hen off without his order. He could only run to the bus station eight hundred miles away on his own two legs, and he ran for almost an hour.

The cold wind gushed down his throat for a long time, and after standing still, Lin Hen panted until his entire chest was numb and painful.

Fortunately, the bus came quickly, and he got on the bus after waiting for 2 minutes. He chose a seat at random and just sat down when his cell phone rang.

【You'resohypnotizing, Could you bethedevil...】

Why did you wake up so early today?

Lin Hen pressed the answer button: "He Jing?"

"Who the hell made you go!" He Jing's suppressed anger came from the receiver.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Lin Hen couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

A gangster who has never been in a fight on the streets, he only knows the word "fear" from his mother and He Jing.

Luo Haoshan's personality signature that he changed two days ago is quite correct - the more he cares, the more timid he becomes.

Lin Hen explained: "My mother asked me to go home before dark. If I got home late, she must be in a hurry. I just ran for more than half an hour before I got to the bus stop. I was freezing..."

"You deserve it!" He Jing's tone was indescribably bad, the anger of getting up and the annoyance that Lin Hen wasn't around when he opened his eyes made him speechless, "You deserve to freeze to death."

Lin Hen took a deep breath, suppressing the pain in his heart.

Knowing that He Jing would not say anything caring when he was angry, he still tried to "sell miserable" in front of He Jing without memory, although he was indeed miserable.

"Lao Zhou called. Your father asked you to go home at night."

"I haven't finished my business yet, have you learned to change the subject?"

Lin Hen didn't know where he changed the subject, he was afraid that He Jing would really not go and make his father angry, and indirectly make himself angry, so he couldn't help emphasizing: "I left a note for you, take a look—"

"Don't mind your own business," He Jing said impatiently, "Do you know why he asked me to go home?"

"...I don't know." He was not a spy, so how could he know what He Jing's father was thinking.

He Jing sneered: "You will know in the future, when the time comes, don't forget how you meddle in your own business today."

Lin Hen didn't understand, He Jing was furious, his words were unreasonable and illogical.

He is on the bus now, surrounded by people, and he can't think of any way to coax He Jing, so he can only keep silent.

"Are you dumb? Do you want me to beg you to apologize?"

The ear-piercing sound of porcelain shattering came from the receiver, and Lin Hen instantly thought of the blue and white porcelain that was newly placed on He Jing's bed... With that sound, hundreds of thousands were gone.

But to He Jing, the amount of money needed to move a brush is a few million, and this amount of money is nothing.

But Lin Hen felt sorry for the money for him, and he turned his head harder than the final exam. Just as he choked out a soft word, a servant's voice suddenly came from the phone, vaguely, probably He Jing's father told He Jing to hurry up Get ready, get up and go home immediately.

"Understood, let's go out." He Jing's tone was still stinking, panting for a few seconds, and suddenly said: "Come and see me painting tomorrow."

Willful and natural.

"Tomorrow...no, the supermarket is busy on Monday, I have to go to work."

"What did you say?"

"I didn't have full attendance because I asked for leave. This month I—" I spent more than half of my salary just to buy things for you. If I lost full attendance, I would really drink the northwest wind.

"Then resign." He Jing said irritably.

"I've been working for half a year, so if you resign, you—" What the hell is raising me?

The second half of the sentence was swallowed by Lin Hen, he almost forgot that He Jing really wanted to "raise" him all the time, but the word "bao" had to be added before the word "raise".

After all, with short manpower, it is more convenient for He Jing to do whatever He Jing wants to do. As for what He Jing said to make him not so tired, just listen to it. Take your heart out.

But he can't accept this kind of relationship at all. He is also a serious man. So far, there is no bottom line in what he has done to chase after He Jing. horizontal line.

Once "giving" and "accepting" are added to this relationship, it will change the taste, and the end will not be a relationship.

These years of hard work seem to be hard work, but in fact, what Lin Hen wants is "to fall in love with He Jing".

He doesn't care about other money, things, or people.

"Let me ask you one last time, come or not?"

"..." Lin Hen heard the threat in his tone, and immediately hesitated. The miserable scene of drinking the northwest wind and He Jing's angry face appeared alternately in his mind. He gritted his teeth, "Then I will go there in the afternoon, and in the morning I—" At least half a day.

"Hey, get out, you won't use it anymore."

"beep----"

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Lin Hen was stunned for a few seconds before realizing what He Jing had said, and when he realized it, he had already called back.

After two beeps, he was hung up, and he dialed again...he was blocked.

Lin Hen squeezed the phone hard, his chapped lips tightened.

He Jing always does whatever he wants, and never thinks about him, so he can only accommodate He Jing indefinitely.

Actually... It's not a problem, Lin Hen knocked his head on the car window, thinking to himself, after all, he was the one who followed He Jing, and He Jing didn't beg him.

In the final analysis, it is still the unequal emotional state of liking and disliking that has caused him to be in a dilemma now.

And he, in order to maintain this precarious relationship, needs countless times of painstaking effort and love to get a word of care and praise from He Jing.

This weak temperature, which is almost negligible, is the only motivation for him to walk alone in the long night.

Lin Hen pressed the phone on.

For the third time, he called the supermarket owner.