I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

Chun Leshui and Song Hanzhang stayed at home for one night, and left the old house the next day after having lunch with the old man.

The old man stood at the door and watched them get into the car, and told Song Hanzhang not to bully Chun Leshui. Song Hanzhang perfunctorily said, "I know, I know."

Chun Leshui spoke for him: "Grandpa, don't worry, Hanzhang won't bully me."

"You will protect him." Song Shiqing said and waved his hands, telling the two to leave quickly.

Chun Leshui slumped into the back seat, rolled down the car window and waved.

Song Hanzhang knocked on the steering wheel irritably. Every time he went back to the old house to see his grandfather, he would not be in a good mood. Chun Leshui attributed this to the fact that he had to suppress his dislike of himself in front of his grandfather and care about him under the order of the old man. He took care of him, although it would not be petting or warming, but it was enough to annoy Song Hanzhang.

Song Hanzhang was not happy, but Chun Leshui was happy.

Visible to the naked eye, there are small flowers floating around the whole person, and while he is happy, Song Hanzhang is particularly unhappy.

As soon as the car left the villa area and entered the main road, he immediately changed his face and pulled the car to the side of the road, threatening to roll Chun Le into the water.

Anyway, Chun Leshui didn't want to stay with him, but she still showed 100% of her acting skills and gave a pitiful call to Hanzhang.

Song Hanzhang said concisely, indifferently and ruthlessly, like a scumbag: "Go down."

Chun Leshui didn't dare to say more, and reluctantly opened the car door, and seemed to want to fight for it before getting out of the car, holding the doorknob and looking at Song Hanzhang pleadingly, but the latter didn't even bother to give him more eyes.

What a ruthless man!

Chun Leshui stepped on the ground with both feet, and gently closed the car door.

【Should I go to Lin Xi or Chu Lin? 】

【It’s better to go to Chu Lin first, I don’t know if he is still angry with me...】

【Oh, it's all because of Song Hanzhang, that bastard. 】

The dog Song Hanzhang sat in the car without saying a word. Through the window with the one-way film, he saw that Chun Leshui was still standing in front of the car. Seeing that he hadn't started the car for a long time, his face was happy, and he wanted to Open the door.

Click, Song Hanzhang locked the car door, and Chun Leshui felt lonely.

He lowered the car window, and Chun Leshui looked at him expectantly: "Hanzhang..."

[Pretentious. 】

[If you want to leave, hurry up, I wasted my time, and I was in a hurry to apologize to Chu Lin. 】

It's Chu Lin again, if it's either Chu Lin or Lin Xi every day, why pretend to be affectionate in front of him?

What are you trying to figure out, do you really think that the Song family belongs to him after marrying him?

For some reason, Song Hanzhang's face was very ugly. If anyone was in the car, he would find that the temperature in the small compartment had almost dropped to freezing point.

He stepped on the gas pedal with a cold face, not even looking to give Chun Leshui alms.

Chun Leshui: "..."

He took a deep breath and warned himself that there is no need to get angry with a fool like Song Hanzhang. Is it because the air is not fresh enough without Song Hanzhang or the world without Song Hanzhang is not wide enough and free?

The villa in the middle of the mountain, with beautiful scenery and fresh air, is usually not in the city center. The road here is wide and there are few vehicles. Chun Leshui waited for a long time before he caught a taxi for the return trip. The driver drove him straight to the Shencheng Opera and Dance Theater .

He bought a bag of oranges today, divided two for Brother Qin, and asked him about the news: "How does my senior brother look like today?"

"It's good." Brother Qin looked at him strangely, "Why, did you quarrel with Teacher Chu?"

Chun Leshui stuffed a piece of orange into his mouth, thinking that this shouldn't be considered a quarrel between them, it was him who unilaterally made Chu Lin angry.

If a normal person meets a friend like him, sooner or later he will lose patience in repeated exhortations and the friendship will break down.

Chun Leshui was actually a little afraid to go that far with Chu Lin, after all, it was hard not to believe that people who had to be with scumbags were not all the same.

Chu Lin was in the rehearsal hall, close to the door, he could hear the occasional muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and there was no music. Chun Leshui guessed that he could be doing somersaults and other basic skills exercises.

He hesitated for a moment but still didn't dare to go in, leaning against the wall and looking out the window, peeling oranges and eating them.

The squares projected by the sunlight on the corridor through the windows became narrower and narrower, and finally disappeared completely in the corner.

The plastic bag hooked by his fingertips was full of orange peels. Chun Leshui took out the last survivor from it, looked at the closed door of the rehearsal hall beside him and was silent for a moment, walked to the trash can in the corner, and put the plastic bag A brain plugged in.

Before he could go back to the door, a dancer walked towards him and opened the closed door of the rehearsal hall one step ahead of him: "Xiao Chu, are you busy?"

"Not busy." Chu Lin's voice came out.

When Chun Leshui approached, Chu Lin also just walked to the door, and the two looked at each other. Just as Chun Leshui was about to grin, Chu Lin turned his eyes away, and said to the colleague next to him, "Say it."

The dancer came to discuss with him the division of labor within the troupe, and stayed at the door for about ten minutes before leaving.

As soon as the opponent left, Chun Leshui followed Chu Lin into the rehearsal hall: "Brother..."

Chu Lin walked to the rest area.

Chun Leshui followed suit: "Brother, don't ignore me."

Chu Lin leaned over and searched in his bag for a while, then took out Chun Leshui's mobile phone and handed it to him.

Chun Leshui was taken aback for a moment. He didn't think about the mobile phone until he got home last night. With Chu Lin's thoughtful personality, he should have given his mobile phone to the driver before getting out of the car to find him, so as to prevent Chun Leshui from finding him. If you don't reach him, you can't contact him.

But Chun Leshui was in a hurry at the time, and the driver probably forgot about it under his urging.

Later, Chun Leshui asked Uncle Xu for a spare phone, and it was Lin Xi who answered the call this morning.

Now the phone is in Chu Lin's hands again.

His eyes lit up: "Senior brother, did you go and get the phone for me?"

Chu Lin took the orange in his hand, peeled it open in twos, and gave him half: "I visited your friend by the way when I went to get my phone yesterday. He has been discharged from the hospital. Don't worry."

"By the way, he said he wanted to thank you for inviting you to dinner. I put the address and time in your phone case."

Chun Leshui took off the phone case as she said, and the note inside said seven o'clock tonight, and the address was the restaurant on the 32nd floor of a certain hotel.

"I see, thank you senior brother." Chun Leshui stuffed the note in his pocket, and secretly looked at Chu Lin while eating oranges.

He even felt that there was a halo on Chu Lin's head.

Is it an angel?

right?

Chu Lin lowered his head and tore the meridians on the orange petals, but didn't look up: "What's wrong?"

Chun Leshui hesitated again and again, but still asked: "Then are you not angry anymore?"

Chu Lin glanced at him: "I'm angry, will you leave Song Hanzhang?"

Chun Leshui was silent.

Chu Lin stood up: "So why am I so angry? I just...forget it, let's not mention this."

The floor of the rehearsal hall was bright, and Chun Leshui looked at the bright light above, and didn't know why he was apologizing: "I'm sorry."

"Okay, save this sentence for yourself." Chu Lin pinched the orange peel and knocked on the top of his head, packed his backpack and called him, "Let's go."

Chun Leshui was puzzled: "It's so early today?"

In the evening, he was about to leave the theater, which was not like Chu Lin's style.

The two walked out of the theater side by side, Chu Lin explained: "I have an appointment for dinner tonight."

Chun Leshui was a little curious, and was about to gossip, when he heard a horn honking, he took advantage of the situation, and there was a black and gray business car parked outside the theater, which was very low-key except for the logo.

And that car was obviously waiting for Chu Lin.

Chun Le Shui's heart tightened: "Brother, who are you going to have dinner with?"

"Jane Wen."

Chun Leshui frowned and pinched Chu Lin's wrist: "Senior brother, Jane heard that he...is not a good person, don't get too close to him."

It can be said that Jian Wen and Song Hanzhang grew up wearing a pair of trousers, so what a good thing.

Chu Lin is just a young dancer with no background, and when he meets Jian Wen, he can be gnawed to pieces.

He was worried, but Chu Lin didn't take it very seriously, he patted the back of Chun Leshui's hand reassuringly, and pulled his hand out: "Just have a meal with him, thank him for helping me last time, don't worry about my self-control .”

Chun Leshui himself refused Chu Lin's advice, so what position did he have to persuade Chu Lin, he could only watch Chu Lin get into the car sent by Jian Wen to pick him up.

He was worried, and immediately stopped a taxi: "Master, follow the car in front."

His tone was so serious that the driver thought he was catching an adulterer. With 12 points of concentration, he bit the back of the commercial vehicle.

With the last foot in front of a certain hotel, Chun Leshui felt that the name of this hotel looked familiar.

But he doesn't care about that much now. A man in a suit and leather shoes is standing at the door of the hotel. He is probably Jian Wen's assistant. The car door, invite people down and lead them to the hotel.

Seeing that, Chunle's water heart was raised.

It's Sima Zhao's heart that his father invites someone to have dinner at a hotel!

He watched helplessly as Chu Lin followed the other person into the elevator. The floors continued to climb, and finally stopped at the 32nd floor.

32th floor?

Chun Leshui was suddenly blessed, and took out the note written by Lin Xi from his pocket to look. The place where Lin Xi invited him to dinner was not the 32nd floor of this hotel, but where? !

It was as if he was drowsy and came to give a pillow, and when he met Chu Lin, he would find a way to take him away from Jianwen's dinner table, without even thinking about the reason.

The elevator lady blocked the car door and made a gesture of invitation to Chun Leshui, and he thanked her.

The elevator entrance is facing the reception desk of the restaurant. The countertops are covered with fresh flowers brought in by air this morning. The crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling more than ten meters high, and there is a small group of about ten people on the stage directly below the chandelier. The orchestra is performing.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows faintly reflect the bright lights in the hall. Looking up, you can see the dark blue sky, and looking down, you can see the night view of the city spreading like quicksand.

This is a high-end restaurant affiliated to a five-star hotel.

The booths in the hall are not full, the diners are elegant, and the waiters who walk through the dishes are also well-trained, and only the melodious orchestral music is flowing.

The waiter waiting at the reception has already greeted him: "Hello, sir, this way please."

Chun Leshui thanked softly, raised his heels to the waiter, and at the same time he looked around, but did not see Chu Lin in the hall, and Jian Wen should be in the box.

The waiter led Chun Leshui to a booth in the corner, next to the window, but the window was half blocked by another building, and the view was not particularly good.

The napkin on one of the tables had been torn apart and pressed under the plate, obviously Lin Xi had arrived early.

"Mr. Lin has gone to the bathroom, do you think you need to order first?"

"Let me take a look." Chun Leshui took the menu and asked casually, "Are all your boxes booked for tonight?"

"Yes."

Chun Leshui nodded, opened the menu, but quickly sorted out the layout of the restaurant in his mind, thinking about changing to a position near the corridor of the box: "Are there any other vacancies in the lobby?"

"Do you want to change seats?" the waiter said, "That's right, sir. If you think this seat has a bad view, the other seats by the window have already been reserved."

"No, I want to change..." Chun Leshui's voice suddenly stopped, and he looked up at the front in a daze.

Lin Xi walked towards her, with a white sweater hanging loosely on both shoulders, the neckline was slightly lowered, revealing the beautiful triangle between the neck and chest, probably to cover the wound on the neck, and there was a black choker on the slender neck, That is innocent and seductive.

He smiled and sat across from Chun Leshui, his collar dangled when he bent over, Chun Leshui glanced over and found that there was a ring on his chest.

He didn't have it last night, so he should have worn it today, the wound hadn't healed the inflammation, and there was a sadistic emotion on his white and tender skin while it was red and swollen.

pat.

A drop of liquid splashed onto the clean white napkin.

Lin Xi hurriedly handed the tissue to him: "You have a nosebleed!"

Chun Leshui raised her head, stared blankly at the ceiling above her head, and explained: "It's okay, I may have eaten too many oranges and got angry."