Chapter 310
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Yuan Shaojing's sudden visit shocked the whole Lin family.
Even Luo Wenbo, who is dubious about the relationship between Lin Hanxing and Yuan Shaojing, doesn't care about others at this time. He hurried downstairs to meet him.
Different from the highly purposeful Lin family.
Instead, Lin Hanxing, the direct client, changed his clothes and went directly into the reception room as he did in the morning.
The tea was boiled again.
But yuan SHAOHAO, with a black umbrella on his face, came down to meet him.
Maybe it's too hasty to walk, and it seems to be at the foot of a slope.
"Mr. Yuan!" Lin Youlin recognized yuan Shaojing at a glance. As soon as she reached out her hand and wanted to greet her, she saw that the other side didn't even look at her. Instead, she passed by in a hurry, just like a gust of wind.
"Where is she?" Eyes Rao a circle, did not see the Lin girl.
Yuan Shaojing's expression was cold and stern. He could even be called a murderer, but he wanted to see his enemy!
"Ah? Who is it? " Lin Youlin can't react.
Luo Wenbo thought he saw the way, and his heart was burning with fire.
I'm afraid I've been cheated by Lin Xiaojiu!
After listening to what Lin Xiaojiu had said before, I thought that I could help the Lin family to build a bridge in front of Mr. Yuan. But now I have a look. Yuan Shaojing wants to eat Lin Xiaojiu's picture. How can he help the Lin family?
Lin Xiaojiu, Lin Xiaojiu, you are really good at calculation and smart!
"Where is she?" Yuan Shaojing knocked on the ground with his crutch. The rain washed him, and he didn't even hit his umbrella.
"Upstairs in the reception room."
Luo Wensu's voice successfully attracted yuan Shaojing's attention.
"I'll show Mr. Yuan up." Robbed by his younger brother, luowenbo didn't show on his face, but he was not happy at all.
Luo Wensu seemed to see it and stepped back.
Uncle Hai catches up in a hurry.
At this time, Lin Hanxing sat quietly in the reception room, looking at the rain outside the window.
Inside, the fragrance of tea overflows.
But it is no longer the first 18 trees in the morning.
With a bang, the door of the reception room was pushed open from the outside.
Lin Hanxing took back his sight and turned to the door.
Yuan Shaojing's face, which seems to have been specially favored by the years, was washed pale by the rain at this time. His deep eyes were staring at Lin Hanxing, who was not the first time to see him. He was very fierce.
"Aunt Mian likes to be clean. Please come and sit down after Mr. Yuan cleans up."
Lin Hanxing reaches out his hand to poke the candle with a toothpick. As soon as his voice falls, Jiang Xibao has gone to yuan Shaojing with a towel.
"She's not dead!" But yuan Shaojing didn't look at it and didn't take it.
Luo Wenbo only felt that their conversation sounded like a letter from heaven, but he didn't want to leave.
Lin Youlin is holding the same idea.
Lin Han Xing's hand moves a meal, the face has no facial expression to raise head, swept an eye behind him.
"Uncle Hai!" But at a glance, yuan Shaojing understood her meaning.
Uncle Hai is worthy of training, and the dumb uncle who comes out of the corner gives his hand at the same time, but three or two times, the Lin family, who are unwilling to go, have been shut out of the door.
"Tell me, she's not dead!" Yuan Shaojing's hoarse voice sounded again.
"As I said, please come and sit down after Mr. Yuan cleans up. Otherwise, you won't get any answers from me."
Lin Hanxing's voice suddenly turned cold. He dropped his eyes and didn't look at him.
I don't know how long ago, yuan Shaojing finally took the towel from Jiang Xibao.
I began to wipe myself, but my eyes seemed painful.
When he really cleaned up, yuan Shaojing walked towards Lin Hanxing and sat opposite her.
The location of Xibao in the morning.
"Have a cup of tea." Lin Hanxing pushed the boiled tea to yuan Shaojing, not in a hurry to give him any answer.
Yuan Shaojing numbly picked up the tea cup, regardless of whether it was hot or hot, and drank it in one breath.
And when the tea goes into his throat, the familiar taste makes his body tremble.
"Once upon a time, aunt Mian would always cook such a pot of herbal tea for you after your social intercourse. At that time, you would never give her a good look and a cold word, but you would never do that to Cheng Lingyun."
Lin Hanxing's voice is cold, like telling a story.
She often thinks of aunt Mian's last days. She seems to know her destiny and hold the only old yellow picture of lisnian in her hand, waiting and waiting under the longan tree.
Uncle, why do you hate me? If the feelings can be decided by me, I also hope I never fell in love with you.
I will hurt, I will be sad, how can you do this to me!
That night, she was drunk, like a kitten lying on his knee.
Tears soaked his trousers.Under Lin Hanxing's words, those memories that he thought he had forgotten were like the flood that opened the floodgate, which made yuan Shaojing look miserable and ferocious.
"You seem to forget that she is not the cold, arrogant and decisive leader of the Li family in front of you, but the little girl who knew that she had been adopted since childhood and was driven out of the Li family after her parents died."
"She never forgot who she was, and you..."
"And forgot her."
Lin Hanxing looked at the tears from the man's eyes in front of him, but there was no fluctuation in the fundus of his eyes.
"No more! Stop talking
Memories are like trying to crush yuan Shaojing. He never dares to think about how cruel he was to Yanyu in the past, but now, the past is like someone cutting his heart with a knife!
But is that enough?
"Aunt Mian, she..." Lin Hanxing seems to suddenly think of something, the corners of his mouth evoke a faint smile.
"Look at me. I forgot to tell you that Li Yanyu in your mouth changed his name after he left you."
Yuan Shaojing looked up at her, and his forehead was covered with green tendons.
"Sleepless, I will be used to call her aunt Mian."
"Mr. Yuan can guess why it is just these two words."
Lin Hanxing took the tea cup and drank it slowly. It was not only her question, but also for others.
"According to no sleep, there should be no hate."
No sleep, no hate!
Why didn't you save him?
Is my son's life too cheap?
Uncle, my son is dead, but her daughter is still alive
How can we not hate the cry?
"Do you remember what Liszt looked like?"
Lin Hanxing did not care how yuan Shaojing broke his heart.
She only remembered the despair in aunt Mian's eyes when she mentioned the young child.
Even after years of baptism, but still unforgettable.
Lin Hanxing finds out the yellow photo from the side and pushes it to yuan Shaojing.
That photo was obviously touched by renri in her hand, yellow and old.
The edges and corners are worn.
"I'm afraid you forgot."
"Then have a good look."
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Yuan Shaojing's sudden visit shocked the whole Lin family.
Even Luo Wenbo, who is dubious about the relationship between Lin Hanxing and Yuan Shaojing, doesn't care about others at this time. He hurried downstairs to meet him.
Different from the highly purposeful Lin family.
Instead, Lin Hanxing, the direct client, changed his clothes and went directly into the reception room as he did in the morning.
The tea was boiled again.
But yuan SHAOHAO, with a black umbrella on his face, came down to meet him.
Maybe it's too hasty to walk, and it seems to be at the foot of a slope.
"Mr. Yuan!" Lin Youlin recognized yuan Shaojing at a glance. As soon as she reached out her hand and wanted to greet her, she saw that the other side didn't even look at her. Instead, she passed by in a hurry, just like a gust of wind.
"Where is she?" Eyes Rao a circle, did not see the Lin girl.
Yuan Shaojing's expression was cold and stern. He could even be called a murderer, but he wanted to see his enemy!
"Ah? Who is it? " Lin Youlin can't react.
Luo Wenbo thought he saw the way, and his heart was burning with fire.
I'm afraid I've been cheated by Lin Xiaojiu!
After listening to what Lin Xiaojiu had said before, I thought that I could help the Lin family to build a bridge in front of Mr. Yuan. But now I have a look. Yuan Shaojing wants to eat Lin Xiaojiu's picture. How can he help the Lin family?
Lin Xiaojiu, Lin Xiaojiu, you are really good at calculation and smart!
"Where is she?" Yuan Shaojing knocked on the ground with his crutch. The rain washed him, and he didn't even hit his umbrella.
"Upstairs in the reception room."
Luo Wensu's voice successfully attracted yuan Shaojing's attention.
"I'll show Mr. Yuan up." Robbed by his younger brother, luowenbo didn't show on his face, but he was not happy at all.
Luo Wensu seemed to see it and stepped back.
Uncle Hai catches up in a hurry.
At this time, Lin Hanxing sat quietly in the reception room, looking at the rain outside the window.
Inside, the fragrance of tea overflows.
But it is no longer the first 18 trees in the morning.
With a bang, the door of the reception room was pushed open from the outside.
Lin Hanxing took back his sight and turned to the door.
Yuan Shaojing's face, which seems to have been specially favored by the years, was washed pale by the rain at this time. His deep eyes were staring at Lin Hanxing, who was not the first time to see him. He was very fierce.
"Aunt Mian likes to be clean. Please come and sit down after Mr. Yuan cleans up."
Lin Hanxing reaches out his hand to poke the candle with a toothpick. As soon as his voice falls, Jiang Xibao has gone to yuan Shaojing with a towel.
"She's not dead!" But yuan Shaojing didn't look at it and didn't take it.
Luo Wenbo only felt that their conversation sounded like a letter from heaven, but he didn't want to leave.
Lin Youlin is holding the same idea.
Lin Han Xing's hand moves a meal, the face has no facial expression to raise head, swept an eye behind him.
"Uncle Hai!" But at a glance, yuan Shaojing understood her meaning.
Uncle Hai is worthy of training, and the dumb uncle who comes out of the corner gives his hand at the same time, but three or two times, the Lin family, who are unwilling to go, have been shut out of the door.
"Tell me, she's not dead!" Yuan Shaojing's hoarse voice sounded again.
"As I said, please come and sit down after Mr. Yuan cleans up. Otherwise, you won't get any answers from me."
Lin Hanxing's voice suddenly turned cold. He dropped his eyes and didn't look at him.
I don't know how long ago, yuan Shaojing finally took the towel from Jiang Xibao.
I began to wipe myself, but my eyes seemed painful.
When he really cleaned up, yuan Shaojing walked towards Lin Hanxing and sat opposite her.
The location of Xibao in the morning.
"Have a cup of tea." Lin Hanxing pushed the boiled tea to yuan Shaojing, not in a hurry to give him any answer.
Yuan Shaojing numbly picked up the tea cup, regardless of whether it was hot or hot, and drank it in one breath.
And when the tea goes into his throat, the familiar taste makes his body tremble.
"Once upon a time, aunt Mian would always cook such a pot of herbal tea for you after your social intercourse. At that time, you would never give her a good look and a cold word, but you would never do that to Cheng Lingyun."
Lin Hanxing's voice is cold, like telling a story.
She often thinks of aunt Mian's last days. She seems to know her destiny and hold the only old yellow picture of lisnian in her hand, waiting and waiting under the longan tree.
Uncle, why do you hate me? If the feelings can be decided by me, I also hope I never fell in love with you.
I will hurt, I will be sad, how can you do this to me!
That night, she was drunk, like a kitten lying on his knee.
Tears soaked his trousers.Under Lin Hanxing's words, those memories that he thought he had forgotten were like the flood that opened the floodgate, which made yuan Shaojing look miserable and ferocious.
"You seem to forget that she is not the cold, arrogant and decisive leader of the Li family in front of you, but the little girl who knew that she had been adopted since childhood and was driven out of the Li family after her parents died."
"She never forgot who she was, and you..."
"And forgot her."
Lin Hanxing looked at the tears from the man's eyes in front of him, but there was no fluctuation in the fundus of his eyes.
"No more! Stop talking
Memories are like trying to crush yuan Shaojing. He never dares to think about how cruel he was to Yanyu in the past, but now, the past is like someone cutting his heart with a knife!
But is that enough?
"Aunt Mian, she..." Lin Hanxing seems to suddenly think of something, the corners of his mouth evoke a faint smile.
"Look at me. I forgot to tell you that Li Yanyu in your mouth changed his name after he left you."
Yuan Shaojing looked up at her, and his forehead was covered with green tendons.
"Sleepless, I will be used to call her aunt Mian."
"Mr. Yuan can guess why it is just these two words."
Lin Hanxing took the tea cup and drank it slowly. It was not only her question, but also for others.
"According to no sleep, there should be no hate."
No sleep, no hate!
Why didn't you save him?
Is my son's life too cheap?
Uncle, my son is dead, but her daughter is still alive
How can we not hate the cry?
"Do you remember what Liszt looked like?"
Lin Hanxing did not care how yuan Shaojing broke his heart.
She only remembered the despair in aunt Mian's eyes when she mentioned the young child.
Even after years of baptism, but still unforgettable.
Lin Hanxing finds out the yellow photo from the side and pushes it to yuan Shaojing.
That photo was obviously touched by renri in her hand, yellow and old.
The edges and corners are worn.
"I'm afraid you forgot."
"Then have a good look."
Yuan Shaojing's sudden visit shocked the whole Lin family. Even Luo Wenbo, who is dubious about the relationship between Lin Hanxing and Yuan Shaojing, doesn't care about others at this time. He hurried downstairs to meet him. Different from the highly purposeful Lin family. Instead, Lin Hanxing, the direct client, changed his clothes and went directly into the reception room as he did in the morning. The tea was boiled again. But yuan SHAOHAO, with a black umbrella on his face, came down to meet him. Maybe it's too hasty to walk, and it seems to be at the foot of a slope. "Mr. Yuan!" Lin Youlin recognized yuan Shaojing at a glance. As soon as she reached out her hand and wanted to greet her, she saw that the other side didn't even look at her. Instead, she passed by in a hurry, just like a gust of wind. "Where is she?" Eyes Rao a circle, did not see the Lin girl. Yuan Shaojing's expression was cold and stern. He could even be called a murderer, but he wanted to see his enemy! "Ah? Who is it? " Lin Youlin can't react. Luo Wenbo thought he saw the way, and his heart was burning with fire. I'm afraid I've been cheated by Lin Xiaojiu! After listening to what Lin Xiaojiu had said before, I thought that I could help the Lin family to build a bridge in front of Mr. Yuan. But now I have a look. Yuan Shaojing wants to eat Lin Xiaojiu's picture. How can he help the Lin family? Lin Xiaojiu, Lin Xiaojiu, you are really good at calculation and smart! "Where is she?" Yuan Shaojing knocked on the ground with his crutch. The rain washed him, and he didn't even hit his umbrella. "Upstairs in the reception room." Luo Wensu's voice successfully attracted yuan Shaojing's attention. "I'll show Mr. Yuan up." Robbed by his younger brother, luowenbo didn't show on his face, but he was not happy at all. Luo Wensu seemed to see it and stepped back. Uncle Hai catches up in a hurry. At this time, Lin Hanxing sat quietly in the reception room, looking at the rain outside the window. Inside, the fragrance of tea overflows. But it is no longer the first 18 trees in the morning. With a bang, the door of the reception room was pushed open from the outside. Lin Hanxing took back his sight and turned to the door. Yuan Shaojing's face, which seems to have been specially favored by the years, was washed pale by the rain at this time. His deep eyes were staring at Lin Hanxing, who was not the first time to see him. He was very fierce. "Aunt Mian likes to be clean. Please come and sit down after Mr. Yuan cleans up." Lin Hanxing reaches out his hand to poke the candle with a toothpick. As soon as his voice falls, Jiang Xibao has gone to yuan Shaojing with a towel. "She's not dead!" But yuan Shaojing didn't look at it and didn't take it. Luo Wenbo only felt that their conversation sounded like a letter from heaven, but he didn't want to leave. Lin Youlin is holding the same idea. Lin Han Xing's hand moves a meal, the face has no facial expression to raise head, swept an eye behind him. "Uncle Hai!" But at a glance, yuan Shaojing understood her meaning. Uncle Hai is worthy of training, and the dumb uncle who comes out of the corner gives his hand at the same time, but three or two times, the Lin family, who are unwilling to go, have been shut out of the door. "Tell me, she's not dead!" Yuan Shaojing's hoarse voice sounded again. "As I said, please come and sit down after Mr. Yuan cleans up. Otherwise, you won't get any answers from me." Lin Hanxing's voice suddenly turned cold. He dropped his eyes and didn't look at him. I don't know how long ago, yuan Shaojing finally took the towel from Jiang Xibao. I began to wipe myself, but my eyes seemed painful. When he really cleaned up, yuan Shaojing walked towards Lin Hanxing and sat opposite her. The location of Xibao in the morning. "Have a cup of tea." Lin Hanxing pushed the boiled tea to yuan Shaojing, not in a hurry to give him any answer. Yuan Shaojing numbly picked up the tea cup, regardless of whether it was hot or hot, and drank it in one breath. And when the tea goes into his throat, the familiar taste makes his body tremble. "Once upon a time, aunt Mian would always cook such a pot of herbal tea for you after your social intercourse. At that time, you would never give her a good look and a cold word, but you would never do that to Cheng Lingyun." Lin Hanxing's voice is cold, like telling a story. She often thinks of aunt Mian's last days. She seems to know her destiny and hold the only old yellow picture of lisnian in her hand, waiting and waiting under the longan tree. Uncle, why do you hate me? If the feelings can be decided by me, I also hope I never fell in love with you. I will hurt, I will be sad, how can you do this to me! That night, she was drunk, like a kitten lying on his knee. Tears soaked his trousers.Under Lin Hanxing's words, those memories that he thought he had forgotten were like the flood that opened the floodgate, which made yuan Shaojing look miserable and ferocious. "You seem to forget that she is not the cold, arrogant and decisive leader of the Li family in front of you, but the little girl who knew that she had been adopted since childhood and was driven out of the Li family after her parents died." "She never forgot who she was, and you..." "And forgot her." Lin Hanxing looked at the tears from the man's eyes in front of him, but there was no fluctuation in the fundus of his eyes. "No more! Stop talking Memories are like trying to crush yuan Shaojing. He never dares to think about how cruel he was to Yanyu in the past, but now, the past is like someone cutting his heart with a knife! But is that enough? "Aunt Mian, she..." Lin Hanxing seems to suddenly think of something, the corners of his mouth evoke a faint smile. "Look at me. I forgot to tell you that Li Yanyu in your mouth changed his name after he left you." Yuan Shaojing looked up at her, and his forehead was covered with green tendons. "Sleepless, I will be used to call her aunt Mian." "Mr. Yuan can guess why it is just these two words." Lin Hanxing took the tea cup and drank it slowly. It was not only her question, but also for others. "According to no sleep, there should be no hate." No sleep, no hate! Why didn't you save him? Is my son's life too cheap? Uncle, my son is dead, but her daughter is still alive How can we not hate the cry? "Do you remember what Liszt looked like?" Lin Hanxing did not care how yuan Shaojing broke his heart. She only remembered the despair in aunt Mian's eyes when she mentioned the young child. Even after years of baptism, but still unforgettable. Lin Hanxing finds out the yellow photo from the side and pushes it to yuan Shaojing. That photo was obviously touched by renri in her hand, yellow and old. The edges and corners are worn. "I'm afraid you forgot." "Then have a good look."
