I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

"It's your acquaintance."

Chun Leshui dropped these words and left the box with a dazed expression.

He stood on the corridor, looking at the emerald green pond through the calf-high wooden railing. There were many water lily leaves floating on the calm water. The flowering period had passed, and there was no other color embellishment among the various greens.

There are a few koi hidden under the lotus leaves, wagging their tails, playing leisurely in the water.

Chun Leshui felt that his mood was just like this calm pond, a puddle of stagnant water.

Does anyone know the pain of losing his wife and losing his army?

If he had known that Lin Xi could leave Song Hanzhang so easily, he would have added a hundred thousand!

What's going on with Song Hanzhang, I can't even keep a man's heart!

"If I jump from here and drown, can I start over from the file?"

[Sorry, this system does not support this function at the moment. ] The system is indifferent.

"Yes, you will only oppress me and let me act as a lowly person." Chun Leshui felt even more sad.

The system comforted him: [You are born to be cheap. ]

"Thank you, but I haven't been comforted." Chun Leshui held his heart in his hands, and took out his phone from his pocket as he walked out. "Only Chu Lin can comfort me for this kind of pain of having no money or money."

On the other side, not long after Chun Leshui left, the screen between the boxes where he was just now was removed by the waiter.

Lin Xi sat opposite Song Hanzhang, he didn't quite understand: "Song Shao, why did you ask me to promise him?"

Song Hanzhang was so angry by Chun Leshui, his face was not very good-looking, and he glanced at Lin Xi lightly when he heard Lin Xi's words.

The latter was a little scared, but he mustered up his courage and asked cautiously, "You... don't want me anymore?"

After finishing speaking, Song Hanzhang raised his hand and threw a piece of information in front of Lin Xi. Lin Xi opened it suspiciously. Inside was the activity track of Chunle Water in the past month, and several places he frequented were individually marked.

Among them, the frequency of going to Shanghai Song and Dance Theater is particularly high.

Lin Xi went in without knowing it, and Song Hanzhang gave him another room card: "Get Chun Leshui to bed sometime."

Lin Xi raised her head suddenly, extremely shocked.

What did Song Hanzhang ask him to do, to seduce his wife? ? ?

Is this a request a normal man would make? ? ?

There is such a group of people on the Internet, they like to see their wives put on a cuckold for themselves, and the more they wear it, the more excited they become. Netizens affectionately call it——

Green Hat!

Lin Xi looked at Song Hanzhang, didn't he realize that Young Master Song still had this hobby before? ? ?

Didn't he still think about cuckolding Chun Leshui last time?

Lin Xi looked at Song Hanzhang with complicated eyes, strange in shock and puzzled in strange.

But Song Hanzhang thinks very simply, doesn't Chun Leshui like Lin Xi, then he will directly pack and send Lin Xi to the door, and when the time comes to catch the adulterer in bed, he will see how Chun Leshui will act.

At the beginning when he was drugged and photographed, he treated him in the same way as he did. He turned around and put the photo in front of Grandpa, and he left Song's house with his bedding.

"What, is there a problem?" Seeing that Lin Xi was silent for a long time, Song Hanzhang asked.

Lin Xi: "Young Master Song, I..."

"Don't want to?"

Lin Xi nodded. One of the reasons he always felt that Song Hanzhang was a good financial backer was that he did not have the bad habits that rich people treat their lovers, such as sharing their lovers with other people, or playing with multiple people.

Song Hanzhang often took him to those so-called bureaus, in which prostitution/prostitution cannot be explained clearly in a few words, but Song Hanzhang would ignore invitations sent by others, and even when someone hit Lin Xi with his idea, He will also make a high-profile oath of sovereignty.

As long as it belongs to Song Hanzhang, he will never let others touch it.

And now he wants to send Lin Xi to someone else's bed, even if this person is Chun Leshui, Lin Xi is a little scared...

He had heard that once Song Hanzhang gave his lover to someone else, it meant he was bored.

Lin Xi panicked: "Song Shao, I, I like you, and I just want to serve you."

Song Hanzhang casually raised his eyelids: "Do you know how my previous lovers ended?"

Lin Xi shook her head.

"It was they who started delusional to talk about feelings with me." Song Hanzhang leaned forward, his extremely oppressive eyes approached, and Lin Xi felt a basin of cold water poured over his head.

In Song Hanzhang's view, the relationship between his lover and his lover is always a transaction, but it's just that he contributes money and the other party contributes.

He likes this simple and straightforward relationship.

Once the other party has any thoughts, this kind of relationship that can be seen through at a glance will become chaotic. The exclusive desire of love will make the other party greedy and want to ask for more from him.

And the ugliness of love is that it blinds people, and those lovers who want to get more from him will soon be overwhelmed by possessiveness, forgetting their identity and trying to control Song Hanzhang.

But in this relationship, Song Hanzhang is the eternal controller.

Dogs that try to bite their owners in delusion will eventually be kicked out of the house.

And he was able to fall in love with Lin Xi at the beginning because he had written his desire and ambition in his eyes.

Song Hanzhang knew what he wanted and didn't mind making his dream come true.

"Also, I hate people lying to me the most." Song Hanzhang stood up and looked down at Lin Xi condescendingly, "The way you say you like it against your will is not as pleasing as when you usually ask me for money."

"Whether you want to do it or not, think about it before tonight."

Before leaving, Song Hanzhang left the last sentence: "Lin Xi, you'd better think about what you want."

Song Hanzhang left, leaving Lin Xi alone in the big box.

The breeze lifted the white gauze by the window, blowing out layers of ripples on the water.

The precious tea that Chunle Shui brewed before was already cold in his mouth, but the fragrance still lingered on his lips and teeth.

What does Lin Xi want?

He naturally wants to be able to drink such good tea forever.

He looked at the photos of Chun Leshui entering and leaving the song and dance theater on the table, and sent a message to Song Hanzhang.

"I'm going to sign a company to make a movie, and I'll only act as the male lead."

Shencheng Song and Dance Theater is located in the North Second Ring Road of Shencheng. The organizational buildings in the theater are clearly divided. The independent office building, performance hall, and opera and dance rehearsal hall are added together, covering an area of ​​less than [-] mu. A public institution of the Ministry of Culture and Tourism of the city.

The theater performance hall has a separate entrance and exit, and outsiders are generally not allowed to enter the theater.

Only Chun Leshui, who is obviously not a theater person, still swaggers in through the main entrance every time.

The window of the security booth was open, and there was no one under the window. Chun Leshui looked inside, and the big security guard was standing at the water dispenser with his back to him to fill the thermos cup.

Chun Leshui knocked on the window twice: "Brother Qin, eat pears."

He took out two fat white pears from the shopping bag in his hand and put them on the table.

The security guard called Brother Qin turned around, screwed on the lid of the thermos cup with a smile on his face, and sat down on the chair in front of the table: "Are you looking for Teacher Chu again?"

"Is my senior brother still in the theater?" Chun Leshui said and took out two pears and handed them to Brother Qin, "I can lend you some water to help wash."

"Go, go, wash it in the yard!" Brother Qin made a gesture to hit him, holding a tin tea box in his hand, he could faintly hear the rustling sound of the tea leaves inside hitting the tin when shaking it.

Chun Leshui didn't dislike it either, she rubbed her clothes casually, stuffed a pear into her mouth, and took out a bag of tea from her bag: "It just so happened that I went to a teahouse today, and I brought you some tea by the way."

The words "Shuixieyuan" are printed on the package. Brother Qin has never heard of it, but just looking at the package, he feels that it is not cheap: "Take it away, take it away, don't keep bribing me."

"No money, they gave it to me for free."

Chun Leshui's words are not false. As the SVIP of Shuixie Garden, the Song family would chase after them to deliver a bunch of tea leaves every time they went to the manager: "What if you won't let me in after I don't bribe you?"

Brother Qin was dubious, and was coaxed by Chun Leshui before accepting the tea: "I won't let you in, so you can't come in?"

Chun Leshui laughed, walked towards Chu Lin's office with a pear in his mouth, greeted a teacher twice on the way, and then handed him a pear, and was told that Chu Lin was not in the office halfway, so he turned around halfway Go to the dance rehearsal hall at once, and wait until there is only one pear left in the pocket at the door of the rehearsal hall.

Chun Leshui gently pushed the door open, the sound of music floated out along the crack of the door, the drums were beating fiercely, and it had already reached the climax of the dance music.

Chu Lin was the only one in the huge rehearsal hall.He was wearing exercise clothes, white clothes and black trousers. He stepped on the drums and ran out of the corner and rolled over into the air and caught a Lalati. His body was like a fresh willow branch, soft but not soft, tough but not mushy. It is as light as a swallow, and it seems to jump on the clouds when it is turned over lightly.

The drumbeat was weak, and the sound of the piano was getting faster and faster. Chu Lin took his right foot as the axis, stretched out a perfect arc on the instep, turned away on the spot, and turned faster and faster in the increasingly urgent music.

Classical dance is also known as "opera dance". It combines many movements and shapes in opera and martial arts. Action requirements are very high. *

It is not comparable to the so-called "ancient style dance" on the Internet who casually raise their hands and legs in a toga with long sleeves.

This requires solid basic skills and years of training.

As for Chu Lin's dance, no matter how many times Chun Leshui watched it, he never got tired of it.

Obviously without a long-sleeved gown, his gestures are like the wind blowing willows, and he is as graceful as a fairy, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.

Chun Le Shuidi roared in his heart countless times, why is Chu Lin so perfect! ! !

The sound of the music in the rehearsal hall was getting low, and Chu Lin's final ending happened to be facing the mirror. His breathing was long and deep, and the ups and downs of his chest and abdomen were more obvious than normal breathing. His eyes stopped on Chun Leshui's face through the mirror. , slowly unfolding a smile.

Chu Lin sat on the ground, breathing gently, and waved to Chun Leshui like a puppy: "When did you come?"

Chun Leshui squeezed into the crack of the door, and handed him the towel that he put by the door to wipe off his sweat: "It's been a while, brother danced really well."

He sat cross-legged next to Chu Lin, watched Chu Lin wipe his sweat, and threw pears with both hands: "Brother, is this your personal presentation for the casting of "Mountain Ghost"?"

"En." Chu Lin nodded, and put the towel on his shoulders after wiping sweat, "How is it?"

"It's very good." Chun Leshui praised it sincerely, and he passed the pear over: "Come, add some sugar and water."

Chu Lin took it with a smile and said thank you.

He likes to eat fruit, and he doesn't know when, every time Chunle Shui comes to the theater, he will hand him one. Today is a pear, tomorrow is an orange, and the day after tomorrow is a strawberry. In short, there are few duplicates.

Chu Lin also knew that every time he came, he would buy a bag along the way and distribute it to everyone, but he would always leave one for him.

Who can not like such a well-behaved child, there is no one in the whole theater who doesn't like Chun Leshui.

Chun Leshui was still telling Chu Lin that he met the dance director of the theater on the road just now, and the other party still didn't give up trying to pull him into the troupe.

Chu Lin listened to him while eating, and suddenly asked: "Xiaochun, are you ready for your show dance?"

Chun Leshui: "..."

Of course not, what is he preparing for, he has no chance to jump anyway.

Seeing his expression, Chu Lin knew what was going on, and gave him a look of hatred.

"Senior brother," Chun Leshui leaned on him coquettishly, "Anyway, it's fine if you choose, and I'll be happy if you choose me."

"You..."

Just as Chu Lin wanted to teach him a few words, let him live with his own self, don't just hang around Song Hanzhang alone, but before he could say anything, someone knocked on the door twice.Another dancer teacher in the theater poked his head in: "Mr. Chu, you haven't left yet?"

She saw Chun Leshui: "Xiao Chun is here too."

Chun Leshui said hello to her.

"Am I late today, and I don't have any pears to eat?" She smiled and pushed open the door, holding a bouquet of bright red roses in her arms, "Brother Qin asked me to bring them in for you, Teacher Chu, what's the matter with you?" ? Are you in love?"

Chun Leshui looked at the bouquet of flowers, and then at Chu Lin.

He took the bouquet from his female colleague with a cold expression, and did not answer her gossip, only thanked her.

Chun Leshui lowered her head and sniffed. The roses were very fresh, bright in color and rich in fragrance.

He looked at Chu Lin curiously: "Who sent it?"

Which family's pigs are going to give him the Chinese cabbage that Chunle Shui worked so hard to grow? ? ?

"do not know."

As Chu Lin said, he took the bag, called Chun Leshui to go out, and directly stuffed the flowers into the trash can on the side of the road. The delicately packaged roses were squeezed crookedly, and some of the flowers were squashed and protruded from the slanted upper edge of the trash can .

Chun Leshui became even more curious, and bumped Chu Lin's arm: "I don't know someone who sent you flowers?"

There was no card or anything, but Chu Lin knew who gave it to him at a glance.

It's not easy.

"I really don't know each other." Chu Lin said, "It's just someone who struck up a conversation in the bar. Who knew that he would be entangled after drinking a glass of wine."

Chu Lin regretted that he would not drink that glass of wine if he knew it earlier.

Chun Leshui frowned: "What's going on?"

"It's okay." Chu Lin reassured him, and when passing by the security booth, he told Brother Qin that if someone sent flowers in the future, he would directly reject them.

"How can this be all right?" Chun Leshui followed behind Chu Lin, anxiously said, "Isn't it the first time he gave you flowers? He is sending you flowers now, so what if he follows you tomorrow?"

His appearance as if facing a formidable enemy made Chu Lin laugh: "How can it be as serious as you said?"

"Brother, this kind of thing can't be taken lightly." "I know, I will pay attention."

Chun Leshui heard the little bit of coping in his tone, and was furious: "I'm not a child, don't think I can't hear that you are perfunctory to me."

Chu Lin was helpless: "I don't know the other party's last name, so I can't help it. I'll call the police if they send me some flowers, and the police uncle probably won't accept it."

What he said made sense, but Chun Leshui was still unhappy, but he couldn't refute: "That's not okay, I'll take you home tonight."

Chu Lin smiled and nodded, quite helplessly.

Chunle Shui's mobile phone rang, and he told Chu Lin not to be careless in such matters, while answering the phone: "Hello, who is it?"

Lin Xi's crying voice came from the phone: "Chun, Mr. Chun, help me."