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inside the door.

The hands of the clock pointed to exactly three o'clock.

Shi Jin took the documents in the room and went out.

His room is next to the study, not far away.

3:03pm.

Shi Jin arrived at the door of the study.

There was a fierce quarrel in the study, he stopped, and vaguely recognized the voice in the room as Lin Zi.

Son Lin seemed to be very excited, his tone was high and his speech was fast, Shi Jin could only vaguely hear the vague words "money, inheritance, illegitimate child".

3:10 p.m.;

The door of the study room was pushed open, Cheng Zi came out of the room with an angry expression on his face, when he saw Shi Jin, he let out a disdainful snort from the end of his nose, and left towards the room on the left.

Shi Jin's gaze stayed briefly on Son Lin's right hand in his pocket, and after a while, he opened the door and entered the study.

Inside the study.

Seeing Shi Jin, Lin Fuhao rubbed the throbbing eyebrows, and sighed: "Lawyer Shi, I made you laugh."

Shi Jin sat down on the seat in front of him, and put the document in his hand on the table: "Mr. Lin, this is a will drafted according to your request, please have a look."

Lin Fuhao sighed again.

He shook his head, his weary eyes scanned the documents on the desktop: "...It's all about the money."

Shi Jin didn't speak, Lin Fuhao took a rest for a while, then picked up the document and read it.

The sound of paper pages turning could be heard in the study, Lin Fuhao looked at the documents intently.

Shi Jin took this opportunity to look at the study.

The study room is large, but not many furnishings, the most conspicuous is the table they are sitting on now.

There is a golden carved Pixiu on the table, and a jade-white bowl is placed on the other side. Half of the sugar water in the bowl looks like tremella soup.

A small aromatherapy burner was placed at the corner of the table. A stick of incense was inserted in the center of the copper-colored aromatherapy burner, and a faint white smoke drifted away.

In addition, a mahogany wardrobe with a height of two meters and a width of one meter was placed beside the wall.

The reason why it is a wardrobe instead of a bookcase is because the surface of the mahogany cabinet is carved, and a mirror is installed on the door. This is obviously not the configuration that a bookcase should have.

and......

Between the double-opened cabinet doors, a strand of light blue fabric was exposed.

"Time lawyer."

Seemingly aware of Shi Jin's gaze, Lin Fuhao put down the document and said, "About this will, I want to revise some property distribution issues."

Shi Jin withdrew his scrutinizing gaze: "Please tell me."

Lin Fuhao seemed to be hesitant, and moved his fingers a few times while pinching the document: "...these shares, help me half of them... no, let's donate all of them, and besides, under my name The properties of these houses..."

"咚咚-"

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Lin Fuhao, Lin Fuhao frowned: "Come in."

Steward Chen walked into the study with a glass of water: "Master, it's time for you to take your medicine."

Lin Fuhao took the water glass and pills in his hand: "Isn't it 03:30 in the past? Today's time seems to be earlier."

Steward Chen stood beside Lin Fuhao and watched him swallow the medicine. He smiled and explained: "Tomorrow is your 60th birthday, sir. Seeing that there are still many procedures that have not been arranged, I just want to I want to deliver the medicine to you earlier, so I can continue to work after delivery."

Lin Fuhao handed him back the cup after drinking water, and coughed again, clutching his chest, and sighed slowly after a long while: "It's been so many years...you've worked hard for me."

Butler Chen let go of his smooth hand, and took the cup: "Master, you're welcome."

Shi Jin noticed that Steward Chen always used his left hand whether he was delivering medicine or smoothing Lin Fuhao's breath.

Lin Fuhao didn't say much more, he closed his eyes and waved his hand.

Housekeeper Chen understood, he nodded towards Shi Jin, and backed out.

The huge study fell into silence, only Lin Fuhao's slightly heavy panting could be heard.

The turbid and hoarse exhalation sounds like the blower box has been opened, and the cochlea of ​​the listener is dry.

Shi Jin is not an impatient person, but under this voice, she still frowned uncontrollably.

The incense burner was half burned.

Lin Fuhao finally opened his eyes.

He covered his mouth and coughed twice: "Cough, cough... Lawyer Shi, you go back first, I have to think about the will...."

"it is good."

When leaving the study, Shi Jin ran into Dr. Zhao, the family doctor of the Lin family, at the door.

Dr. Zhao was wearing a white coat and carrying a medicine box in his hand. When he saw Shi Jin coming out of the study, he turned slightly to make way for him.

The two nodded.

When passing by, Shi Jin's eyebrows moved slightly.

Dr. Zhao's body... seems to have a special fragrance.

He stopped.

There was a soft sound of the door closing behind him.

The heavy door cut off the movement inside the house, and not a single sound came out.

Shi Jin stood there for a while, then went back to the room.

According to the script, from 03:30 to 05:30 in the afternoon, lawyers will stay in the room to rest.

Shi Jin sat in the room for a while, and took out his notebook.

At 05:30, Steward Chen came to knock on the door, calling everyone to go downstairs for dinner.

Shijin was the last to arrive.

Except for his wife, the rest of the Lin family were in the restaurant.

Lin Fuhao sat in the main seat, and on the left were Dr. Zhao, Cheng Zi and Yang Singer.The three slots on the right are empty.

When he saw Shijin, he went downstairs, Fuhao Lin beckoned him to sit in the first seat on the right.

"Tomorrow is my [-]th birthday. Let's all sit down and have a meal together tonight." Lin Fuhao smiled, and pointed out two people in particular: "Chen Steward, Wan Baojie, you sit too."

Steward Chen took a seat on Shi Jin's right, and Wan Baojie, who was standing aside, took the last seat on the right under Lin Fuhao's signal.

The location of dining is exactly the same as the distribution of rooms.

The servants served the dishes quietly and orderly.

Lin Fuhao greeted everyone to eat, and seemed to be in a good mood: "Everyone, you are welcome, just mention anything that does not suit your taste."

As if he was worried about not taking good care of Singer Yang who was sitting at the end, Lin Fuhao specifically asked him alone: ​​"You are welcome, just mention whatever you need, and treat it as your own home."

Singer Yang glanced at him with an inexplicable look in his eyes: "Okay."

Then comes a quiet meal time.

Taking advantage of the interval between removing the appetizers and serving the main course, Cheng Zi, who was sitting opposite to Butler Chen, said, "Dad, what did you think about the matter I mentioned to you this afternoon?"

"when--"

Everyone at the table looked sideways.

Wan Baojie hurriedly picked up the knife and fork from the ground, and apologized in a panic: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Lin Fuhao waved his hand, motioning for the servant to change the knife and fork for her: "It's okay."

The servant standing by the side handled the mess neatly.

Seeing that Lin Fuhao didn't seem to want to talk to him, Cheng's son frowned and called again: "Dad!"

Lin Fuhao didn't lift his eyelids, he just said lightly: "Eat first."

Cheng Zi seemed a little reconciled, but in the end he calmed down.

Lin Fuhao's health was not very good, and he left the dinner in the middle of the meal because of his health.

Dr. Zhao, who was in charge of Lin Fuhao's health, also went upstairs.

The rest of the people continued to eat quietly.

While serving dessert, a servant accidentally broke a plate.

Singer Yang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "This afternoon, I heard the sound of glass breaking from the upstairs diagonally across from me. I don't know if the lawyer heard it."

"Yes." Shi Jin put down the knife and fork, and added some information: "The time is about 04:30, and the location is upstairs from my room."

Cheng's son frowned: "That location is my mother's room."

Dr. Zhao, who just came downstairs and took his seat, turned to look at him: "You mean wife? But isn't the master bedroom above the study?"

"She's not my mother." Son Cheng turned cold and said in a bad tone, "I only have one mother."

Shi Jin thought of the age on his wife's identity card, and understood.

Steward Chen had been preparing in the living room in the afternoon, and this was the first time he heard about it.He stopped the knife and fork, a little surprised: "Madam's room?"

Butler Chen looked up at the upstairs, and got up: "Guests, I'm sorry, I have to excuse me for a moment."

Butler Chen's back quickly disappeared on the stairs.

Singer Yang withdrew his gaze and paused when he inadvertently missed Wan Baojie.

He squinted his eyes, and suddenly said: "Wan Baojie seems...a little nervous."

Wan Baojie let out an ah, and seemed to have recovered from his trance.

Facing everyone's eyes, she licked her lips in a panic, and instead of answering Singer Yang's words, she stood up and rubbed her hands on the apron in front of her awkwardly: "Sorry, I suddenly remembered that I still have Sanitation is not done."

Wan Baojie hurried away with a somewhat flustered back.

Several people at the dinner table looked at each other.

The last dessert was also withdrawn. Before leaving, Cheng Zi, who hadn't spoken since being reprimanded by Lin Fuhao, said casually: "Singer Yang's looks seem familiar."

"I always feel like I've seen your face somewhere." He slowly wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue, and said in an unclear tone, "...where is it?"

Singer Yang paused when he got up.

He turned his face and smiled at Cheng's son: "Master Cheng was joking. I'm a singer. Although I'm not popular, I still appear on some shows occasionally. I think Young Master Cheng saw a show with me occasionally."

The oily paper towel was thrown on the table, Cheng Zi smiled: "Really?"

"But it doesn't matter if it's true or not." He stood up, his eyes lightly skipping Singer Yang's face: "There are some things that can only be entitled to possess if they are legitimate."

"Is not it?"

Singer Yang gritted his teeth, his face ugly.

Shi Jin's eyes turned on the faces of the two of them, and the eyebrows moved slightly.

He lowered his eyelids, and his mind automatically constructed a diagram of the relationship between the characters.

Shi Jin drew a line between Singer Yang and Singer Cheng, thought for a moment, and then connected Fuhao Lin and Singer Yang with a red line.

He was alone at the table.

Shi Jin drank the last sip of water in the glass and got up.

Before returning to his room, he made a detour to the door of the study.

There were two people standing at the door of the study.

Seeing Shijin approaching, Cheng's son and Wan Baojie looked at each other, Wan Baojie left first, and Cheng's son greeted him: "Lawyer Shi."

The author says:

This recording will not last too long. It mainly pushes the plot. By the way, Brother Ci will also come out to give a strong sense of presence. Everyone is welcome to guess (maybe you don’t need to guess hahaha