Really young master after pretending to be a

The head is a very special place.

The hair is connected to the cerebral cortex and has the most delicate touch, any slight movement will be magnified by him.

Jiang Lin could feel Qin Wang's warm palms on his head, and the gentle caress brought an inexplicable throbbing and peace of mind.

There will always be a warm feeling when a trusted person touches the head. It is like when parents praised their children when they were young, they would always rub his head and praise him with a smile.

Although Jiang Lin rarely encountered this kind of experience, he will never forget this warm feeling in his life.

He doesn't reject this kind of behavior, but he hasn't been close to people for a long time.

He was a little uncomfortable.

His body froze, and he subconsciously wanted to stay away, but he was afraid that his actions would make Qin Wang sad, so he stopped abruptly.

So he diverted his attention to the direction of the waiter, and said blankly, "That's all."

The waiter didn't know why, but he was even more excited than before, as if he had discovered some big secret, holding the board after ordering, he hurriedly left here with his own small steps.

The back view reveals happiness.

Qin Wang had already withdrawn his hand at this time, his right palm curled up slightly, he actually didn't understand why he made such a move.

I don't want to understand either.

He changed the subject casually.

He didn't have too many worries about Jiang Lin anymore, so he easily found a lot of places to chat.

After chatting casually for a few words to ease the atmosphere, Qin Wang pretended to ask a question casually.

"Why did you take him to eat hot pot? Is the hot pot here delicious?"

He glanced at this food festival, and there are actually many edible things nearby.

It's autumn and it's still noon. In fact, there are not many people eating hot pot at this time.

Jiang Lin felt that the real reason was a little hard to tell, but he couldn't tell a lie, so he talked about other things, "It's just that I want to eat."

It's been a long time since the last time I ate hot pot.

He was still a child and was ordered not to eat spicy food.

However, the hot pot with hot spicy soup on the table is still bright and bright, and the clear soup pot is not so fresh, and the delicious fragrance from the bottom of the pot permeates the air.

The more he was not allowed to eat, the more Jiang Lin wanted to eat.

His eyes were shining, and he begged softly while shaking Old Mr. Jiang's arm.

Old Mr. Jiang loved him the most, how could he bear it.

Regardless of the stop of his son and daughter-in-law, he took a bowl of cold water, fished out the fat beef in the spicy soup, and swam it in the cold water.

I tore off a small piece and tasted it, and made sure it didn't have such a strong spicy taste before I dared to eat it in Jianglin.

Not spicy at all.

There is also a stimulating/exciting feeling that the clear soup pot does not have.

After tasting the fresh Jiang Lin, he wanted to eat it even more, so he sat beside Mr. Jiang all the time, watching Mr. Jiang eat the spicy pot with chopsticks one by one.

How could he bear the plea of ​​his most beloved grandson.

If there is one, there are two, there are three, and in the end it became Mr. Jiang's chopsticks and chopsticks to serve Jiang Lin with spicy pot food.

In the end, the bowl of cold water also turned into a bowl of red soup.

Jiang Lin's lips were red and swollen, his tongue was numb, he was gasping for air, hissing, and tears were about to fall.

His two unscrupulous parents were gloating, pouring cold water on Jiang Lin and laughing.

That was one of the few happy times in Jiang Lin's memory for the whole family.

This also created the unique position of hot pot in Jiang Lin's heart.

After Jiang Lin was brought back to Meng's house, he had expected to have a family dinner together, preferably a hot pot meal.

But for two or three months, the family didn't even get together.

The food in Meng's villa was in tatters.

Meng's parents were not at home often, so Meng Jingyao finished eating early, and went to do what he had to do without waiting for anyone.

Meng Qian was a person who turned day and night upside down, hiding during the day and coming out at night, and came out most of the night to look for food.

In the entire Meng family, only Jiang Lin and Mr. Meng had normal meal times.

Perhaps Mr. Meng's former lover was Meng Jingyao.

It took Jiang Lin a long time to realize this.

He could also see that Meng Jingyao's indifferent attitude was a silent struggle with Mr. Meng.

She is gambling.

Bet on a 20-year relationship.

Let's see whether Mr. Meng chooses her, the female alpha who has been raised and carefully cultivated by his side, or him, the male alpha he just met.

It's a pity that Mr. Meng wanted them all, and he often took Jiang Lin with him, and when Meng Jingyao was really angry, he would take Meng Jingyao to a group of old friends' gatherings with him.

At that time, only Jiang Lin was sitting alone in the villa eating.

That was too deserted, Jiang Lin always fancied that this was his future.

He grew up alone, spent his long youth alone, and then sat in a huge villa to spend his middle age and old age alone.

If you think about it that way, the air you inhale with every breath is cold, as if there are finely crushed ice slags, and the frozen heart and lungs are dull and painful.

He will go out for a walk at this time, and walk a long way under the sun.

Not knowing what lay ahead, he just kept going.

In the end, it may be the endless winding mountain road or the spacious and boundless sea.

He walked many times and finally came to this old neighborhood.

He saw this hot pot restaurant, and he saw the turbulent crowd walking in. When a group of friends walked by, there was laughter, joy, warmth and happiness.

He wanted to go in and taste it.

Bring someone you like.

bring a friend.

Or bring someone who wants to be a friend.

Many times, they say, they make friends over a meal.

He once wanted to bring Meng Qian along. After all, he was his parents' biological son, and as his elder brother, he should take care of him.

It is already a loss to be raised as a waste material by the Meng family.

Although it was unnecessary, Jiang Lin always felt sorry for him.

If you are not wronged.

Meng Qian will have the unreserved love that the Jiang family has.

What's more, only Meng Qian's feelings for him are pure and not mixed with any interests.

Only he treats him as an independent person, instead of using a ruler-like gaze to measure how much benefit he can bring to them.

But Meng Qian was very afraid of him.

Jiang Lin stood in front of the hotpot restaurant for a long time.

The clerk walked over and asked him if he wanted to come in and wait for someone.

Jiang Lin shook his head at the time, "I don't know when I will be able to wait for him."

He doesn't know when he'll make a friend.

But college is always a fresh start, and there are always plenty of opportunities.

If possible, his friend had better be a beta.

Although he plays an alpha, but he plays an alpha, in the group of alphas, he knows all the inferiority of this group, so he hates most of the alphas.

I also don't want to be an omage, because the opposite sex on the surface will bring a lot of trouble, and gossip can bring a lot of harm to the omage.

So it's better to be a beta.

Only now, the friend he wants to make most now is an omage.

An arrogant but very protective omage, a delicate little rose.

He loves it.

But he can't guarantee how long this omage's friendly attitude towards him will last

He also never expected to get it for very long.

The experience of the Jiang family taught him to enjoy himself in time.

Because you have absolutely no idea what reason the person you value now will leave you.

So all he can do is cherish the present time.

I hope to leave precious memories with the people I like.

Even if they were separated in the future, he still had these memories as nourishment, nourishing him to move on.

The soup base is quickly on the table.

They ordered a mandarin duck pot.

Fat beef and vegetables fell into the pot under their hands.

Jiang Lin's first chopsticks picked up the hot pot, which made Qin Wang, who accidentally saw it, frowned worriedly.

Just like Jiang Lin, Lin Jian Chuxue, who doesn't eat the fireworks in the world, is not afraid of a spicy soup that will directly make him spicy.

So he watched worriedly as Jiang Lin put the fat beef in the spicy soup into his mouth.

In fact, Qin Wang has already prepared sour plum juice to relieve the spicy.

He could almost predict that Jiang Lin would be so hot that his pink/tender lips would turn red, tears would flow from the corners of his eyes, and a slight blush would appear at the end of his eyes.

When he raised his eyes to look for water, his eyes were sparkling.

Qin Wang's Adam's apple rolled.

I feel a little bit hot too.

But Qin Wang was doomed to be disappointed.

Jiang Lin is very resistant to spicy food, which can be seen from the dipping sauce he made himself.

He has a strong taste.

Jiang Lin, on the other hand, saw Qin Wang's gaze, and paused for a moment with his hand holding the chopsticks. He was a little puzzled.

"not spicy."

He also took a piece of fat beef with his own hands and put it on Qin Wang's plate.

Qin Wang retracted his eyes with a complex expression, picked up the fat cow, put it in his mouth naturally without dipping it in any dipping sauce.

Qin Wang: ...! ! !