The fake young master is being targeted by the paranoid real young master

Lin Yu walked out of the school gate, got in the car to pick him up, and suddenly remembered that school girl again.

He didn't know if what Jiang Qing said was true or not.

Was she forced to confess to He Dongyu, or did she really fall in love with him.

However, it has nothing to do with him.

After all, I am not the one who likes Jiang Qing, nor is he the one who associates with her.

However, Lin Yu was very curious about He Dongyu's reaction after Jiang Qing confessed that day.

The professor said that he and the fake young master once fought for Jiang Qing.

But no matter how he looked at it, He Dongyu didn't seem like a person who would do such a thing.

The biggest possibility is that the fake young master provoked unilaterally, and He Dongyu couldn't bear it, so he fought back.

Or is it……

He Dongyu really likes that school belle?

That's why she became angry with the crown and became a beauty?

Thinking of this possibility, Lin Yu couldn't help shivering.

He stared at the back of He Dongyu's driving even more blankly, as if he was going to stare him out of a hole.

He couldn't imagine who He Dongyu would fall in love with at all.

I can't even imagine him falling in love.

In love, will he still have a cold face every day like now, unable to say a word for a long time?

He Dongyu steered the car steadily, but he kept aiming at the people in the rearview mirror from the corner of his eye.

Lin Yu had been staring at him since he got in the car, and the expression on his face changed very wonderfully.

For a moment he pretended to be surprised, for a moment he nodded as if suddenly enlightened, and after a while he began to frown and mutter to himself.

As if he was watching a play, he let Lin Yu sing a one-act play behind him.

He had already noticed Lin Yu's gaze, and the reason why he didn't make a sound was because he was also observing.

In the silent compartment, no one spoke.

Although Lin Yu has long been accustomed to this atmosphere, he often talks to himself in the back seat.

But today, for some reason, I couldn't hold back, and blurted out the question I've been keeping in my heart:

"He Dongyu, do you like Jiang Qing?"

As soon as the words fell, Lin Yu obviously felt the car body stop, and immediately returned to normal.

The other party's reaction made him affirm the guess in his heart even more.

"It seems that you really like her," Lin Yu murmured, "Jiang Qing is indeed good-looking and has a good temperament. Who doesn't like a delicate girl..."

"do not like."

He Dongyu interrupted his chatter with a cold voice: "I don't like anyone."

Lin Yu's eyes widened upon hearing this.

He didn't expect He Dongyu to respond positively at all, but now he was caught off guard when he heard the other party's affirmative answer.

"Really? But I just wanted to tell you some good news. I broke up with her. If you want to chase her, you might have a chance..."

Before he could finish speaking, the originally stable body suddenly turned a big bend. After passing the intersection, he braked suddenly and stopped on the side of the road.

He Dongyu turned his head, his face still had the same iceberg look that would not melt for thousands of years.

Seeing the other party's frown, Lin Yu was so frightened that his heart throbbed.

He quickly put his hand on the doorknob, leaned his body towards the car door, and performed the standard action of being ready to escape at any time.

"You, why did you stop suddenly?" Lin Yu's face turned pale, and he subconsciously covered his knees with his hands, "I, my injury from last time hasn't fully healed yet, and the doctor said that I can't sit for a long time, why don't you hurry me home !"

He Dongyu heard the words, his eyes paused on Lin Yu's face for a moment, and then gradually shifted to his slightly trembling legs.

Looking at the place where he was injured, he stared at it for more than a minute before finally moving his gaze away, turning around, and continuing to drive in the direction of the Lin family.

Lin Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

The hand also came down from the doorknob.

However, when he thought that he was so frightened by He Dongyu just now that his voice was trembling, he couldn't help sighing, and patted his cheek with hatred.

When can I be tougher!

He is He Dongyu's "employer"!

He Dong looked in the rearview mirror.

Sure enough, the man began to sing a one-man show again.

He just wanted to warn Lin Yu not to talk nonsense.

However, hearing him mention the previous injury, the original thought of intimidating him was fleeting.

Recalling the opponent's subconscious defensive action just now, He Dongyu almost couldn't help but sneer.

Perhaps, the time he was working in the Lin family would be much more interesting than he imagined.

In a blink of an eye, it's summer vacation.

The fact that Lin Yu had failed a class quickly reached the ears of the master of the Lin family, and his anger could be felt through the phone.

While bearing the anger of the master of the Lin family, the butler smiled at the young master who was eavesdropping.

Lin Yu first saw the housekeeper secretly calling, thinking he was suing his parents.

It was only later that I realized that I had misunderstood him.

After getting along these days, although the butler has a bad attitude towards He Dongyu, and often bosses around around his servants, he treats himself, the young master of the Lin family, very well.

Lin Yu didn't know much about the butler who had only a few strokes in this book, but he knew the ending of his wife and children.

Therefore, every time she looked at him, there was unconscious pity in her eyes.

But I am not much better off.

On the day He Dongyu returned to Lin's house, he and the housekeeper would be packed up and swept out.

Even worse than him, he will be taken to a small black room by He Dongyu and locked up, tortured life would be worse than death...

Master Lin on the other end of the phone hung up first, and the butler couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

But when he turned his head, he found that the young master was staring at him, which made him tremble again.

"Master...?"

This is not the first time that the young master has stared at him like this, and every time it makes him very puzzled.

Especially afterward, you will hear the young master let out a long sigh——

"Hey……"

Under the bewildered eyes of the housekeeper, Lin Yu turned and walked towards the studio.

The studio located in the back garden is a spherical building with transparent glass on all sides and surrounded by green plants, flowers and plants. Entering it is like being in a forest.

The leaves blown by the wind rinse, and the birds chirp a few times from time to time. After staying in this kind of place for a long time, the heart will involuntarily quiet down.

During these days, Lin Yu would come here when he was under a lot of pressure.

In the center of the studio is a polyhedron display cabinet, which is full of paintings of the fake young master from childhood to adulthood.

Although Lin Yu is a layman, he can also see his superb painting skills.

It's just that the color matching is a little depressing.

Lin Yu picked up the paintbrush in his hand, ready to color a bunch of messy lines on the canvas.

The housekeeper standing aside watched him "painting" silently, frowning more and more as he watched.

Although he doesn't know how to paint, he can tell what kind of painting is good.

He glanced at the young master's previous creations in the display cabinet, and then at the painting in the young master's hand...

It doesn't look like it was made by one person at all!

The butler didn't understand, the young master hadn't painted in just a few months, and the painters have regressed to such a degree?

Or, what is the popular abstract painting style that the young master is creating now?

Lin Yu on the side was immersed in his "masterpiece", and had no time to care about the butler's scrutiny.

Although he knew that his painting might not be as good as that of elementary school students, but this was already the best way he could find in this world to decompress.

Lin Yuhua was so devoted that he didn't even hear the footsteps getting closer behind him.

The butler was standing aside with his hands folded, suddenly saw the studio door being pushed open, and immediately looked up——

"Master!" He bent down and bowed deeply, "You are back!"

Lin Yu was shocked when he heard this, and almost dropped the paintbrush in his hand.

He had never met the false young master's father.

How should I react later?

Want to be more intimate?

Lin Yu finished his mental preparation, quickly put down the paintbrush in his hand, and hurriedly stood up from the chair——

"Snapped--!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he was caught off guard by a slap.

"You bastard! Are you trying to embarrass our Lin family on purpose? Failure? Our Lin family doesn't have a son like you!"

Lin Yu was stunned by the beating, and covered his swollen cheeks in a daze for a long time before slowly raising his head to look at his father.

In the book, Lin Changsheng, the father of the fake young master, is a refined business elite.

Could it be the man in front of him who looks like a raging lion?

"I told you a long time ago not to draw these dubious things without a proper career, and to ignore my words?"

Lin Changsheng stared at Lin Yu's "painting" sharply, took a step forward, took off the canvas on the drawing board, and tore it into pieces.

"In the future, if I see you walk into this studio again, I will definitely break your leg!"

Lin Changsheng raised the rag in his hand, gave Lin Yu a hard look, and left with his hands.

Although the butler is worried about his young master, the most urgent task right now is to calm the master down.

After hesitating on the spot, he followed Lin Changsheng's footsteps and went out.

Lin Yu was dumbfounded.

Didn't expect that the first slap he received after crossing was not He Dongyu's, but his father?

Even though he is his son, he can't be so ruthless!

Lin Yu only felt that his face was hot, and it hurt even if he touched it with his hands.

As for what Lin Changsheng said just now, Lin Yu didn't really care much about it.

He has always been interested in painting for 3 minutes. If this hobby is gone, he will just cultivate the next one.

Lin Yu looked up at the dazzling array of paintings in the display cabinet.

At first, he didn't understand why the fake young master's painting style was so depressing.

Now he seems to understand.

It seems to have something to do with his family atmosphere.

When Lin Yu returned to the front hall of the Lin family's ancestral house, he happened to hear the roar of a car engine outside the door.

"Master, how is the wound on your face? Wait in the living room, and I'll get you medicine."

After the butler standing outside the gate sent Lin Changsheng away, he immediately went to the storage room to get a medicine box, and pulled Lin Yu to sit on the sofa.

"Master's grades this time are really outrageous. The school directly contacted the master, and I couldn't hide it even if I wanted to." The housekeeper sighed, "Master is busy with work, so he left without having a meal with you. How about you, master?" Don't blame him, the master is hard-spoken and soft-hearted, but he still cares about you very much."

Lin Yu nodded obediently, and grinned again in pain when the ointment touched his face.

This housekeeper is really loyal to the Lin family, but he can't see any affection and love that Lin Changsheng has for his son.

Although the fake young master is a "fake", Father Lin probably doesn't know the truth at this time.

Because of this, Lin Yu felt even more incredible.

"Master, the medicine is ready." The butler put away the medicine box and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, before the master left, let me tell the young master that he has arranged a position for you in the Lin Group, and asked you to report tomorrow as a senior internship."

"what?!"

Lin Yu was startled when he heard about this thunderbolt from the blue sky. He even forgot the injury on his face and almost jumped up from the sofa.

The housekeeper patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, carried the medicine box, turned and went to the storage room.

Lin Yu sat on the sofa blankly, with his eyes empty, trying to digest everything that happened today.

The book doesn't seem to mention the false young master's participation in work.

Could it be that the plot has changed?

However, the system has not yet appeared, indicating that the resulting impact is not very great.

Lin Yu sighed. As a student, he was not ready to become a professional at all.

It seems that wanting to be the young master of the Lin family is far from as simple as he imagined.