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The wrist of the boy leaning on the sofa was clasped by another cold white palm, but it was released suddenly in the next second. Wu Chu was stunned for a moment, watching Yin Jin withdraw his hand with downcast eyes, and said softly to him: "Then Let's move."

"Anyway, sooner or later you have to live alone."

"I'm used to takeaways and so on. I've been here for so many years, so I can just deal with it casually."

Wu Chu was stunned for a moment, under the incandescent light, the man with drooping eyes seemed to have a low aura around him, as if covered by a layer of fog, and his cold and white features were like some kind of silent sculpture,

The black cat lying on the table wagged its tail. Yin Jin lowered his head and reached out to touch the black cat's tail and said softly, "It won't be fed in the future, so you can dig through the trash."

Wu Chu hesitated to speak, looked up at the man and smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have a cleanliness habit, I won't look through it."

Wu Chu: "..."

The man lowered his eyes and said lightly: "Eat more takeaways, and go to the toilet a few more times, and you will get used to it."

"Actually, not all of those takeaways use gutter oil, and some nails and hairs fall into the food."

"It's nonsense to get sick from eating takeaway, isn't it?"

Yin Jin raised his head and stared at Wu Chu's eyes. With a slight smile in his long and narrow eyes, he said gently, "It doesn't matter what I eat, he has to eat well."

"He hasn't had a good life with you for a few days. You can go and accompany him. I have no problem. It's not easy for you to be together."

Wu Chu was a little confused, he tried to follow the words of the man in front of him and thought about it, what does it mean that Mi Jialuo didn't live a good life with him for a few days?

If it is said that the young master Mijia Luo's life is not a good life, then Wu Chu really can't think of any other life that can be called a good life.

However, it is really not easy for him to be in the same team with Mijiaro again.

After hesitating for a while, Wu Chu hesitated and said to Yin Jin, "Then what, where are your family members?"

Yin Jin was silent for a while, lowered his eyes and said softly: "When I was in a car accident before, I was still in the hospital bed, and they said in front of my hospital bed that I was not in the family."

This is true. When he was in the advanced ward, his legs were still hanging, and a group of old friends laughed and brought the news that he was kicked out of the house by Mr. Yin to visit him.

The whole hospital bed is full of joyful atmosphere.

After hearing the man's words, Wu Chu was shocked. He looked at Yin Jin's indifferent demeanor and guessed that it might be a family property dispute. Du Hang is also not brainy.

Having such relatives is better than not having them.

Wu Chu tried to comfort Yin Jin in front of him and said, "It doesn't matter if it's there or not."

Yin Jin didn't speak, just lowered his head and stretched out his hand to press his knee, and said as if sighing: "It seems that I will go to the hospital for a re-examination of the wound in two days."

The man got up slowly, and said to Wu Chu, "Tell me after you pack up your things."

"I'll look for another tenant again."

He smiled slowly and said: "Maybe if you are lucky, you can meet someone who cooks like you and tastes better."

Find a fart.

He didn't believe that Wu Chu didn't feel anything even after he had said so much.

The grave that little white flower has never been to, the parents that he has never seen, he has met when he has gone, the food that little white flower has not eaten, Wu Chu cooks for him every day, Wu Chu will only cry in front of him if he wants to cry.

Yin Jin stared at Wu Chu who was leaning on the sofa, he also breathed a sigh of relief seeing Wu Chu, smiled and said, "Okay, I'll pack it up and make it available for you as soon as possible."

"If it doesn't work, I'll send you those recipes and tell you how to do it."

Yin Jin: "..."

The boy's expression was natural, he didn't seem to be covering up something, but he seemed to be really worried about his eating well, and he was relieved to hear that there was room for turnover.

Yin Jin responded indifferently, and returned to the room without looking back. After closing the door, his brows and eyes were a little hazy, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, and leaned on the window sill, smoking a cigarette for his assistant. made a phone call.

The assistant got connected quickly, and heard his boss say coldly: "Cancel the two air conditioners that you ordered."

"No need to pretend."

Everyone ran away and pretended to be a fart.

He got it hot.

"By the way, check someone for me."

Although the assistant was confused, he still responded respectfully.

Yin Jin hung up the phone, his brows still gloomy, he flicked the cigarette ash, thinking unpredictablely, could it be that Wu Chu really doesn't like his type?

Just like the little white flower?

Still do not know how to live and die?

Thinking of Wu Chu's behavior of a straight man who was pulling his underwear belt so arrogantly that he almost jumped on his face, Yin Jin pinched his cigarette, squinted his eyes and snorted coldly.

He asked Wu Chu to move, but he didn't believe that Wu Chu could still move to a place where Yin Jin couldn't live.

The next morning, the man wearing plain glasses on the sofa silently looked at Wu Chu's personal information organized by his assistant in the mailbox.

The top one is the news that has been spread in foreign racing circles. The No. [-] driver of the Munster Racing Team is Mi Jia Luo, and the No. [-] driver is personally selected by Mi Jia Luo. He is tentatively designated as Wu Chu, a Chinese driver.

Yin Jin pinched his eyebrows, took a deep breath, and thought calmly.

It seems that he really can't move into the headquarters of the Manchester team.

Yin Jin turned off the computer silently, and looked at Wu Chu who came out of the room with slippers on and yelling. Because the weather was too hot, the boy was naked from the upper body, smooth and tight muscles wrapped around the frame, and his abdominal muscles were well defined. The beautiful mermaid line fell into black cheap black shorts.

It looks explosive, and the amount of exercise is also very strong.

Yin Jin looked at the photo on the computer screen. In the photo, Wu Chu took off his helmet, his face was stern with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his eyes were as sharp as some kind of wild animal, and when he bent down to get out of the racing car, his aura was strong and fierce.

And the boy who just woke up in front of him has disheveled hair, and he is sweating because the room is too hot facing east. After flushing his head with cold water in the toilet for a while, he is now coming out shaking his head.

Seeing Yin Jin looking at him all the time, Wu Chu shook his head, wondering like a dog soaked in water, "Why are you looking at me?"

Yin Jin didn't speak. He remembered that when he first moved here, he asked Wu Chu if he had worked in a restaurant. Wu Chu told him that he had never worked in a restaurant and was a racing driver before.

After hearing that, he thought that Wu Chu was a young gangster who drove a modified motorcycle in violation of regulations, and the accelerator was blaring all the way.

How did he reply to people at that time?

Oh.

He told people not to open it at night, because the sound insulation of nearby residential buildings is not very good.

Yin Jin pressed his brows with a complicated expression and a headache. No wonder Wu Chu looked confused at the time, and told him that most people brought him meals.

It turned out I wasn't bluffing.

Wu Chu, who was shaking his head, asked Yin Jin blankly, "What's the matter?"

The man's eyes stared so hard that some people's scalps went numb.

Yin Jin stared at Wu Chu from head to toe, shook his head with a complicated expression, and said calmly, "No."

It's the little mechanic who finds himself carrying a wrench all day long and turns into an aggressive driver on an international circuit overnight.

It's more or less confusing.

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"Wu Chu came out of Shen Qiuze's house alone that day?"

Chu E's face was pale, and she was carefully trimming the roses in the greenhouse with her eyes downcast, her blood-red fingers were as pale as a piece of jade.

Hearing the people behind him respectfully report the situation that day to him, Chu E raised her eyes, covered her pale thin lips and coughed, then bent her eyes, her pale green eyes were full of indifference.

Not long after, the housekeeper behind Chu E told him in a low voice that the Shen Qiuze he invited had arrived.

Chu E raised her eyes, put down the tools for pruning roses in her hand, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Shen, please come here."

It was within his expectation that Shen Qiuze would come over.

After all, at the birthday party that day, anyone with eyes in the back garden knew that the relationship between Wu Chu and Chu E was not simple.

In the reception room in the back garden, Chu E was sitting on the sofa, looking at the indifferent man in front of him, with a slight smile on his pale face, he said politely: "Mr. Shen, please run for a while."

Shen Qiuze didn't speak, but looked up at the pale heir of the Chu family, looked at Chu E and continued to him: "Wu Chu these two years, please take care of me."

Shen Qiuze tightened his jaw, and said coldly, "What do you mean?"

Chu E laughed, turned his head to look at the lawn in the back garden and asked irrelevantly: "What does Mr. Shen think of this place?"

Shen Qiuze frowned, and before he could answer, he heard the person in front of him continue: "It's a bit old, isn't it?"

Chu E said with a sigh: "But after all, the place where Wu Chu and I stayed together when we were young, no matter how old it is, I can't bear to change it."

Shen Qiuze stared closely at the person in front of him, looked at Chu E and smiled and said to him, "Wu Chu has always had a problem."

"Always too soft-hearted, I can't see those weak people suffering in front of him."

"Mr. Shen knows, right?"

Of course Shen Qiuze knew, otherwise he would not have deliberately pretended to be a poor student bullied by the rich second generation to approach Wu Chu, nor would he have been able to approach Wu Chu so smoothly.

Chu E, with a pale face, continued to speak slowly: "Does Mr. Shen know why Wu Chu is so soft-hearted?"

Shen Qiuze didn't speak, subconsciously felt that the next answer would make him regret coming this time.

He looked at Chu E in front of him and sighed with almost pity: "It's because I have been in poor health since I was a child. Wu Chu always subconsciously feels pitiful towards people like me."

"He said that I am not in good health. If there is an accident in the future, there will be someone who can take care of me as much as he does."

"Mr. Shen didn't realize that the appearance of you approaching Wu Chu has more or less my shadow?"

Shen Qiuze's eyes were gloomy, and the people in front of him were almost telling him nakedly, nakedly, what kind of a thing he was.

It was only through the light of Chu E that he got a little pity from Wu Chu and had the opportunity to get close to Wu Chu.

The most embarrassing thing is that when he approached Wu Chu, he pretended to be a bit like Chu E in front of him.

Even his appearance, in Shen Qiuze's eyes now, seems to be somewhat similar to Chu E's.