Congenital deficiency

In fact, Hong Lingyu recognized Wang Yihan from the first moment he stepped into the office.

This person was originally a senior who graduated from the German Department of their school a few years ago. After finishing his graduate studies, he stayed and worked as a counselor for a year or two. In his brother Zhang Daiqiu's freshman year, he happened to lead their class for a year.

In fact, there is no need to ask questions such as "why did you steal my book".

He doesn't show up at school all year round. A while ago, the campus network was full of contempt for him. Not long ago, he had just dropped out of school.

"After you take my book and publish it, what are you going to do?" Hong Lingyu was suddenly curious.

It's just a translation of a book. Even if the book is lucky enough to be liked by readers, and there will be a book signing or a lecture from time to time, he may be able to make a little name and make a little money.

But what about the future?Just one book is not enough for him to have a smooth and comfortable life for the rest of his life.

His question was calm and calm, as if he was out of it.

To Wang Yihan's ears, this sentence was like a naked sarcasm, which was equivalent to asking him: So what if you stole my book?It's never yours, what can you expect it to do for you?You are just a thief!

Wang Yihan blushed, and after selling his uncle completely, he turned his head and started to shoot Hong Lingyu again: "What am I going to do, and what does it have to do with you? You are just being taken care of by others." It’s just trash, the shameless second chair, he just opened his mouth and waited for someone to—”

The Hong family father and son suddenly moved together, and raised their two long legs at the same time. With a vigorous momentum, they kicked Wang Yihan directly to the corner of the wall and swept away the editor-in-chief's entire table.

The two bodyguards could feel their anger just by driving Wang Yihan, and they were also shaken by the lead, standing silently by the side, lowering their heads and pretending that they didn't hear anything.

Even Hong Lingyu himself was not as quick as them.

"What did he just say?" Hong Lingyu turned to ask Hong Zhuo.

Wang Yihan spoke too fast, he couldn't see clearly.

Hongzhuo's calm face turned pale when he faced him: "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

Hong Xiaxuan also retracted his legs and came back, and put the snacks that were put out into the bag again. The strength of protecting his shortcomings was obviously in the same line as Hong Zhuo: "Brother, this place is really boring. We also have a publishing house, and we are not worse than them, or Let's go back today, and tomorrow I will accompany you to choose a publishing house, and choose whichever one you like, okay?"

Hong Zhuo also came over, although he didn't speak, the expression on his face was obviously in favor of Hong Xiaxuan.

"..." Hong Lingyu was silent for a while, almost dumbfounded, wondering why these two people were more emotionally sensitive than herself?

In the corner of the office, Wang Yihan groaned on the spot in pain, unable to straighten his back, thinking about swearing, opened his mouth and inhaled in pain, but finally couldn't say anything.

Hong Lingyu sighed: "Send him to the hospital, he should pay the medical expenses, if he wants compensation, let the lawyer go to him." Then he said to the editor-in-chief: "Whoever plagiarizes who, you Any objections?"

The editor-in-chief didn't dare to show his air, and hurriedly shook his head under the cold gaze of Hong's father and son.

Hong Lingyu then nodded: "Destroy all the materials of my book within two hours, stop printing, and destroy all those printed materials, can it be done? If it can't be done—" Hong Lingyu originally wanted to Said, let him chat with the lawyer, I don't know where the editor-in-chief is thinking, I can't wait to cry and show him, shaking the flesh on my face, interrupting him directly:

"Yes, yes! Don't worry!" Seeing Hong Lingyu's satisfied face after a moment of astonishment, he cautiously probed again: "This time it was really a mistake in my work. I will be careful to restrain the people around me in the future, and never let them do this again. A stupid act, thank you for your generosity..."

The editor-in-chief spoke in a hurry, Hong Lingyu couldn't hear the first half of the sentence clearly, only the last sentence, probably because of a guilty conscience, the editor-in-chief spoke very slowly, and Hong Lingyu took a closer look.

Generous?

He still hasn't decided whether to forgive the other party, so the other party climbs the pole and forcibly buckles him with a high hat of magnanimity, hoping that once the hat is buckled, the matter will be over.

Hong Lingyu stared at him with clear eyes, her pupils were as dark as night, making one's heart palpitate.

All the slights are not without reason.

The other party obviously thought that he could act cheaply because of the Hong family, and he was confident.Or, the other party thinks that he is a kind and weak person, as long as he shows weakness, he will easily forgive those who have hurt him.

That's the nature of human beings. If one side of the confrontation gives in, the other side often gains ground.

In the past, he made concessions and forbearance to the Hong family because the kindness of nurturing was overwhelming, and he had no choice.

Facing such a bullying person, why would he easily forgive and make concessions?

Seeing that he didn't speak for a while, but just looked at him with cold eyes, the editor-in-chief felt a drum in his heart, and couldn't help avoiding his gaze, not daring to meet his gaze.

Hong Zhuo saw his cold side face posture in his eyes, and knew that the other party must be a little unhappy to show such an expression, but the eyes, expression, and the curvature of the neck when he turned his head slightly, all made him fascinated, his mind was swaying, and he couldn't help it. Stepping forward, she gently held his hand.

Hong Lingyu was held by his hand, and the dissatisfaction that was quietly spreading in his heart was strangled and quietly dissipated, like the sea at ebb tide.

"You don't need to thank me." Hong Lingyu said, "Everyone is responsible for their actions, no one is an exception. For the rest, you can talk to my lawyer."

Today's trip really feels like a waste of time.The opponent was completely defeated, and he could see the source of the matter with just one glance.

Looking back now, I suddenly felt that the behavior of running over after packing up my luggage seemed to be a bit too much of a reaction.In fact, you only need to send someone over to check it out, and it won't be long before you can check it out, and you don't have to come by yourself.

The reason is probably because the two people around him reacted too much and were too nervous about him.

Why didn't I calm down, stop them, and tell them not to be so impulsive?

Probably because the feeling of being carefully cared for was so warm and wonderful that he unconsciously fell into it.

The three of them left the lawyer behind and turned around to leave the building. After walking outside, Hong Xiaxuan took a deep breath of fresh air and was about to exhale when his eyes fell on the hands held by Hong Zhuo and Hong Lingyu when he suddenly let out a sigh of relief. Stem in the chest.

He immediately recalled that at school, his father seemed to be walking with his brother in his arms.

Hong Xiaxuan felt that something was wrong, and before he could figure out why, the car arrived.

After getting in the car, Hong Xiaxuan was still puzzled. When Hong Zhuo asked Hong Lingyu what he wanted to eat, he temporarily put aside his doubts and gave him a suggestion with great interest: "Let's go eat that Cantonese restaurant! I remember you I love the shrimp dumplings from Pinyanlou!"

Hong Zhuo glanced at his son, the meaning in his eyes was inexplicable, and he asked Hong Lingyu, "What do you want to eat?"

Hong Xiaxuan was still full of interest, with a cheerful smile on his lips, as happy as if they had already made a decision to go to Pinyan Building for dinner.

Hong Lingyu followed him and nodded.

In fact, he was not that keen on the shrimp dumplings from Pinyanlou's family, but there was one time in his memory, when Hong's father and son were not at home, the cook in the old house was too lazy to cook for him, so he bought a lot of quick-frozen ones for him to eat. He steamed it by himself, and he ate it over and over again for a long time. That time when Hong Xiaxuan came home suddenly, he happened to bring out a big plate by himself, and let him see it.

It was probably at that time that he wrote it down and thought he liked it.

"Let's go to the Pinyan Building." Hong Lingyu said.

The driver heard it from the front, and without Hong Zhuo's further instructions, he automatically turned around.

This side is more than ten kilometers away from the Pinyan Building, and it takes half an hour to drive there. Hong Zhuo turned around and adjusted the seat for him, then reached out to feel the temperature of the car air conditioner in front, and handed him a blanket: "Are you sleepy? Go to sleep for a while, and I'll call you when I get there."

Their schedule was too rushed today, and they spent almost all of it on various means of transportation. There was limited room for movement, but their muscles were a little tense, and they were not sleepy.But he still took the blanket, covered his mouth and nose until he leaned against the car window and silently closed his eyes.

Hong Xiaxuan almost got goosebumps watching from behind.

But I haven't seen him for more than half a year. Is this still his unsmiling father who always put on a cold face?He has never seen him take care of anyone like this before. This kind of carefulness is simply better than taking care of his son—no, he is his son, but he has never taken care of himself like this—it is even more extreme than taking care of his lover.

Hong Xiaxuan's heart skipped a beat suddenly, and he turned his gaze out of the window.

The dishes came to the table quickly, and Hong Lingyu adjusted the position of the dishes, put the casserole containing the porridge outside, then turned around, and signaled to Hong Xiaxuan: "Your favorite porridge."

Hong Xiaxuan blinked, and the mist dissipated in his eyes in an instant, before Hong Lingyu noticed it. He sniffed lightly, picked up the bowl and handed it to Hong Lingyu: "Brother, serve it for me."

Hong Lingyu was taken aback, glanced at him, a little funny, but took it indulgently, and really handed him a bowl with her own hands.

Hong Xiaxuan smiled contentedly, picked up the spoon and started eating.

The temperature of the porridge is just right, not hot at all.

Hong Xiaxuan put down the spoon in the casserole, looked down at his plate, and suddenly found that it was full of things.

The instigator, Shi Shiran, put an egg tart in his bowl, took the spoon from the casserole, served him a bowl of porridge, and persuaded him in a low voice: "Don't just serve that brat, you Eat too." He said righteous words, but he looked at Hong Xiaxuan with displeasure clearly from the corner of his eyes, picking up things for him with one chopstick after another.

Hong Lingyu laughed silently, raised his hand to stop him from putting the ribs in the bowl: "I can hold it, if you put it in again, you won't be able to put it down anymore, you can eat it."

Hong Zhuo thought for a while, nodded, put the ribs on his own plate, took a prawn and started peeling, put it on a clean small plate, pushed it to Hong Lingyu’s hand, and made a portion of the sauce , put it in a small bowl.

Seeing Hong Zhuo's actions, Hong Xiaxuan frowned, slightly startled.Then, he watched as Hongzhuo picked up the table knife, brought a small piece of roasted pigeon, and gracefully began to shave off the meat from the top, put the bones aside, put it on a small plate, and push it to Honglingyu. at hand.

After finishing this, he went to another piece of garlic pork ribs, shaved the meat with a table knife, put the bones on his own plate, and kept the whole shaved ribs in a small plate. Temporarily put it next to him, and when Hong Lingyu ate the shrimp, Hong Zhuo reached out and took away the used small dish, and replaced it with the garlic ribs just now.

Not long after, Hong Zhuo clearly hadn't eaten a bite yet, but there was a pile of pigeon bones, shrimp shells, rib bones, and picked carrots in front of him...

As for his brother Hong Lingyu, he was still eating calmly and calmly, but occasionally he reached out to block Hongzhuo's feeding, but most of the time he couldn't stop it.

Obviously used to it.

Hong Xiaxuan gulped down the porridge in his mouth, feeling that no matter how delicious the food in front of him was, it had no taste.

Father... When did he have such thoughts for his brother?

Does brother know?Will the father force the elder brother?Will my brother be willing?

If... I want to send my brother abroad one day...

Hong Xiaxuan mechanically gnawed the tasteless garlic pork ribs in his hand, and suddenly recalled the powerlessness of being protected by his brother when he was young, and his heart was a little cold.

Now that he has grown up, he is no longer called brother...he is bullied for nothing.

Not even his father.

The author has something to say: I’m sorry, I’ve been thinking about losing weight recently, and I don’t know why all the words I write are eating, eating, eating, eating, and the names of various dishes... My keyboard has its own ideas, and it started it first !