Flash marriage does not end well

After purchasing the necessary toiletries, Assistant Qin put down his phone, put his fingers together and rubbed his sore eyes, and before he had rubbed the car window twice, there was a "boom" knock. He glanced sideways and vaguely saw His boss stood silently, with a strange expression on his face, and hurriedly opened the car door.

"Boss Wen."

He held the steering wheel properly, and suddenly remembered Wen Zhihan's purpose for going up, and asked, "Where's Mr. Lin?"

"He doesn't know what to do, so leave him alone." Wen Zhihan in the back seat frowned unnaturally, and loosened the tie around his neck, "Let's go."

Qin Zhu tactfully did not ask any more questions, set up the navigation, and drove the car quietly.

The tree shadows outside the car window blended with the sparse buildings, and slipped past Wen Zhihan's eyes, his slight irritability was smoothed away bit by bit, and he put his hand on the car door and nodded again and again, and called Assistant Qin to stop after a long while. .

"I asked you to find the alpha who stayed with Lin Qian at noon today, have you found it?"

"Yes." Qin Zhu carefully grasped the steering wheel, carefully choosing his words, "It's Ji Fan, the youngest son of Mr. Ji's family."

"I remember you knew him."

"Yes... I have dealt with you a little before."

"What is he doing now?"

"Be a Chinese teacher." Assistant Qin glanced at Wen Zhihan's expression quietly through the rearview mirror, and licked his lower lip slightly, "I teach at Wen Yang's primary school, and I'm Wen Yang's class teacher. I stayed there specially for Mr. Lin."

Wen Zhihan continued to look out the window, sorting out this person from the depths of his memory. City B is not big, and everyone in the upper circle has more or less contacted each other.He vaguely remembered that Young Master Ji was the old son of Mr. Ji, who was spoiled like someone since he was a child. Although his temper was not spoiled, he was often said to have no ambitions, and stayed in a third-rate school for an unknown omega. ...It turned out to be Lin Qian.

His mouth was astringent, as if he had bitten a half-ripe sour fruit.

"Assistant Qin."

"Yes."

Assistant Qin sat upright and pricked up his ears, but there was no sound from behind him for a long time.

Wen Zhihan didn't speak until two intersections later, when he could see the lights of the reserved hotel in the distance, and spoke in the usual tone of a meeting, as if that would add a little more reliability to his next words. Sexual.

"Although the young master Ji is favored at home, his father is old, his mother has no opinion, and his elder brother and sister-in-law are selfish and deliberately let him go. If Mr. Ji has an accident one day, his life will not be so easy .”

"..."

Qin Zhu didn't know, so he could only cautiously ask tentatively, "So?"

"That's why I said," Wen Zhihan turned his head back, looked straight ahead, and commented, "His eyesight is very poor, and he will only find fire pits for himself to jump into."

Even if you have been fooled once, you still don't have a long memory.

When he walked away, he spoke harshly, don't worry about him, he bit his tongue and killed himself when Wen Zhihan showed up to disturb him, and the result is the way he is now.

Assistant Qin didn't know how to answer the conversation, but he knew how to save his life. He simply stopped talking, focused on driving the last few hundred meters, and parked the car smoothly downstairs of the hotel.

"Mr. Wen, we're here." He let go of the accelerator and reminded, "All the toiletries you asked for have also been delivered to the front desk."

"Okay." Wen Zhihan gathered the hem of his clothes, opened the car door a little, and ordered, "Please help me make an appointment with Mr. Ji."

"OK no problem."

"Ah."

Wen Zhihan stepped half a foot out, just stepped on the ground, but remembered something, turned around and tapped the car seat lightly, "Also, for the art exhibition auction the day after tomorrow, please help me to ask for an extra invitation letter."

"Okay, no problem."

Wen Zhihan nodded, and got out of the car in peace.

He has been running back and forth from morning to night all day, and he is indeed a little tired.After taking the room card from the front desk, he went upstairs and headed towards the refrigerator in the room. The dim light of the refrigerator light swept across his face.He opened a bottle of ice water for himself, drank two sips and slowly recovered, looked down at the toiletries in his hand.

Two identical sets.

He swallowed the ice water in his mouth, stood quietly next to the refrigerator for a while, then took the room card, swiped open the door of the next room, changed one set of toiletries, and then went back again.

On the third day of hospitalization, Wen Yang was growing well and the wound recovered quickly. Originally, he meant that he didn’t have to stay for too long, and rushed back to school. After hearing that the operation fee and hospitalization fee were all paid by the rich uncle After that, he lay back in silence.After lunch, Lin Qian was afraid that he would be bored, so he picked two super-English movies and played them.

He sat in front of the hospital bed, stumbling to peel the apples, accompanied Wen Yang with great interest to see halfway through, someone came at the door.

In addition to his homework, Han Dong had an extra box in his hand today, which was packed in a serious way.Wen Yang caught a glimpse of the box, pressed pause, and looked over eagerly.

"Wait?"

Han Dong smiled and put the box on the bed.

"WTF?"

Lin Qian went up to take a look. After opening the package, he saw a whole box of solid watercolors.

He was stunned immediately, and asked Han Dong: "You bought it? Why did you buy this?"

"You have a good idea!" Han Dong grinned, and stretched out his hands to rub Wen Yang's head, "Wen Yang won it for you—last month our school organized a painting competition, and the prize is this, Wen Yang said If you win, I will give it to you."

Lin Qian opened his mouth and didn't say anything for a while, but his facial features were tinged with joy earlier than his brain, and couldn't help but let out an "ah", stood up and hugged Wen Yang's thin and thin shoulders.

After a while, he turned back to look at the box of paints. The plastic film was stained with a little dust. He lowered his head and rubbed it with his fingers, then stood up and faced Han Dong, yelling, "Look, my son gave it to you." !"

"Let's have some fun."

Han Dong spat at him in a nonchalant manner, tsk-tsk, "How can Wen Yang pick out the good inheritance, and still not lose it at all?"

Lin Qian stood up and said modestly: "Mmm, I will give birth, I will give birth."

Han Dong dragged a small stool and sat next to the two of them, watching the movie, chatting while watching.When the movie was played with the protagonist flirting with someone, Han Dong seemed to remember something, and bumped Lin Qian with his shoulder.

"Our school will select a transfer next month. I heard that Mr. Ji is going to go. I guess he will be the only one. He doesn't seem to be doing well these days. Didn't you say that you met him at the funeral two days ago? What's the matter? Did you say anything to him?"

"...No way."

Lin Qian propped his elbows on his legs, cupped his face in his hands, and replied in a muffled voice.

That day Ji Fan first tied a tie for him ambiguously at the scene, and then confessed his love to him in the small corridor of the hospital, and finally he ran away without saying anything.

But for this kind of thing, once the paper on the window is pierced and fails, it will be very embarrassing to meet again in the future, Ji Fan may also give up.

Thinking of this, Lin Qian couldn't help feeling relieved, and secretly felt a little grateful that at least he didn't have to bear the psychological pressure of delaying other people's future in vain.

Han Dong was thoughtful: "Yes... Maybe it's not just your fault, it seems that the family is also under pressure, so let's forget it."

He raised his head, but inadvertently caught Wen Yang's eyes and secretly listened to what the adults said without blinking.

"Wow, Wen Yang!"

He reached out to pinch the child's face, complaining while pinching.

"Lin Qian, did you see it! Did you see it!"

Wen Yang nimbly dodged, pulled up the quilt and slid in, not even a single strand of hair was exposed.

During the fight, there were two knocks on the door suddenly.

Assistant Qin stood by the door and smiled politely.