Meng Hui's arms were slender and powerful, and the smell of smoke and a faint smell of sweat were mixed together. The teenager's hormonal smell was drilling straight into Lynch's nose. Lynch turned his head and tried to stay away from Meng Hui's body as far as possible.

Meng Hui lowered his eyes, looked at the young version of Lynch with a curl of his mouth, frowned slightly, as if he dared not speak out, white, clean, thin and handsome, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his long and curled eyelashes stuck to the corners of his eyes

When we got together, Meng Hui said lazily: "Let's watch TV less."

What else was said without any brainstorm? Lynch whispered: "I never watch TV."

Meng Hui glanced at the bulging schoolbag in his arms, "Oh, I'm reading."

Lynch simply ignored him.

So cute. Meng Hui looked at Vice President Lin with a cold face with a golden silk-edged glasses for many years. He was used to Lynch's cold fingers at him. Suddenly, he saw the young Lynch and wanted to slap himself twice. Why did he snatch him back then?

After Ge Jianjun's money, he turned around and left, leaving such a big treasure in place.

When we met again half a year later, what happened to this good student Lynch in front of us? He became the dropout boy with scarred eyes and vigilant eyes.

After Lynch's death, Meng Hui began to be superstitious. He told fortunes and worshiped Buddhas, donated money when he saw the temple, while doing the work in his hands became more and more limitless. He himself knew that he had lost control, but he didn't know how to stop.

It was like falling into a mud pond and struggling, the more I struggled, the more I fell, until the darkness obscured his head, and light finally came again.

"I'm here," Lynch pointed to the tube building in front, "Goodbye." The man twisted and wanted to get out of Meng Hui's arms. Meng Hui's iron arms remained motionless, still in a lazy tone, "Send Buddha to deliver them to me."

Xi, I'll take you to the doorstep. What floor does it live in?"

Lynch knew Meng Hui's temper very well, so he was too lazy to argue with him. He lowered his head and said softly: "Fifth Floor."

"Not high," Meng Hui hooked the man and walked into Ran Qing's iron gate, pushed open the iron gate and said with a smile, "I can't climb, I will carry you?"

Lynch looked at him indescribable, his eyes filled with the words "I'm sick". In his memory, Meng Hui was straight and straight, and his girlfriend changed one by one, fickle and ruthless, which was very suitable for the male.

The settings of the male lead frequently.

"Just kidding." Meng Hui hooked his neck, and the two of them touched their foreheads, and they were sweating. Lynch hissed, endured it, and muttered in a low voice: "The head is so hard."

Meng Hui subconsciously wanted to say something, his tongue had already hit the upper palate, and a yellow joke was right beside his mouth, and he finally held it back. Facing such a 16-7 little Lynch, he couldn't say anything too slutty, so he hugged him.

Lynch chuckled softly, Lynch held his schoolbag, and thought patiently that he was being held by a big dog.

It is hot in summer, and it is time for dinner. Many people open security doors at home, leaving a screen door. The fragrance of food and the sound of talking are mixed together, forming a nostalgic atmosphere of fireworks.

"I think you don't want to have this meal today!"

A roaring roar came, followed by the sound of smashing something and slamming the door. Lynch responded quickly when he heard the footsteps of "dongdongdongdongdongdongdong", and quickly turned to the wall, hid behind Meng Hui, and said briefly: "Don't move."

!”

The thin man passed by Meng Hui angrily, and the sound of going down the stairs seemed to be about to collapse this disrepaired tube building.

Meng Hui's eyes followed the man and then took them back. He turned his face to look at Lynch hiding behind him. The lights in the corridor were broken, and the white face was hidden in the darkness, revealing a little skin luster and panic.

, confronted Meng Hui's bright eyes, and immediately lowered his head, "I'm here."

Meng Hui took a step forward, saw the door open upstairs, and looked back at Lynch standing next to the corridor with his schoolbag in his arms.

Poor.

"Your dad?" Meng Hui said carelessly.

"Yeah." Lynch said with his eyes down.

"Adults have nothing to do with children. Just think about it like this. It's better than a father or mother like me." Meng Hui comforted in a gentle tone.

The big eyes, which had long eyelashes, opened up in a flash, and glared at him gently, "That was my stepfather just now."

Meng Hui smiled, revealing his neat teeth, "Grass, don't you say it earlier."

Lynch couldn't bear it and hugged the schoolbag and ran away, glared upstairs, entered the house and closed the door in one go.

Meng Hui leaned against the peeled wall in the corridor, his eyes fell on the painted brown door, his fingers and lips were raising his fingers and lips, and he took out a wrinkled cigarette from his trouser pocket.

All were depressed, Meng Hui smiled again and said to himself: "Why don't I remember being so fucked when I was eighteen years old?"

From a towering building with a wealthy sky and a huge fortune, I suddenly fell to nothing, but Meng Hui felt that he was quite happy. He couldn't stop smiling at the corner of his mouth. He looked up and looked at the door of the Linqi family. The living Lynch was so good.

The smell of inferior perfume flashed by. The aunt in the long dress with curly hair looked at Meng Hui, who was standing at the entrance of the corridor with vigilance, and quietly moved the small bag on her back to her.

Meng Hui smiled self-deprecatingly, rolled up his wilted smoke, and staggered downstairs.

The plot changed again. After Lynch closed the door, he had calmed down. Just change it. Take one step at a time. He had not completely calmed down from the pain of breaking up love, and he did not have the initial passion for completing the task.

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"You still have the face to go back-" The sharp female voice stopped her instantly when she saw the thin Lynch at the door. Lin Yue'e stroked her long hair awkwardly, "Qiqi is back."

"Yeah." Lynch held his schoolbag and looked at the messy living room. The food on the coffee table spilled all over the floor, tomato soup spilled on the sofa, and a light red mark. The wine bottles rolling on the ground were still gurgling.

The wine flowed out of the ground, he withdrew his eyes and said softly, "I'll do my homework."

"Go," Lin Yue'e's eyes were red, obviously she had cried, and she still forced a smile in front of Lynch, "Mom cooks some dumplings for you."

"No need, during self-study tonight, my classmates gave me bread, and I'm not hungry." Lynch walked towards his small room with his schoolbag in his arms.

Lin Yue'e said: "When you write later, you will be hungry and don't want to eat dumplings. Then mom makes some cereal for you and drink it when you are hungry, okay?"

Lynch nodded and no longer refused Lin Yue'e's concern.

Walking into the small room, Lynch put down his schoolbag and sat at the desk a little bored.

Lynch is set in this world as an excellent boy who dropped out of school after a family incident. He followed Meng Hui, who was already living outside, and since then he started Meng Hui's legendary life as a tycoon.

He used to be very focused on his tasks. Everyone was NPC in his eyes and he didn't care about anyone. But today, as soon as he entered this door and saw the messy scene in the living room, he couldn't help but feel that Lin's mother was very pitiful.

The marriage is unhappy, and remarrying and meeting scumbags, ruining the lives of himself and his children.

Everything seems to be just a setting, but everything is so real, just as real as Du Chengying gives him.

"Dongdong," the door was knocked, and Lynch cheered up and sat upright, whispering, "Please come in."

Lin Yue'e pushed open the door, holding a small bowl in her hand, and the noodles were completely gone, she looked so embarrassed that she was refreshing and put the steaming small bowl on Lynch's desk, "Put it after drinking it."

, After you go to school tomorrow, mom will clean up for you."

"Thank you... Mom." Lynch said a little awkwardly. He was asking his mother to be awkward, but Lin Yue'e misunderstood that it was the family matter and made Lynch feel uncomfortable. She bent down and touched Lynch's hair. The words of comfort came to her mouth.

But there is no way to talk about it. Lynch lost his father at the age of seven, and his stepfather at the age of fifteen, but there was constant quarrel at home. Lin Yue'e held back the tears in her eyes and said softly: "You've finished learning, just take a shower."

Go to bed, mom goes out for something, don’t study too late.”

"Well." Lynch knew she was going to find the husband who ran away from home, and whispered, "Don't be too late, it's not safe outside, come back early."

Lin Yue'e hadn't heard her son's concern for a long time and said happily: "Don't worry, mom will be back soon."

After the door was taken up, Lynch became depressed again, lying on the desk, holding the switch of the desk lamp on the desk with his hand, turning it on and off.

System: "If you don't want to study, just go to bed, you'll drop out of school in half a year."

Lynch said: "Why don't you go to watch variety shows?"

System: "It's finished, the variety show is short."

Lynch said "Oh" with no slight slightest.

The system looked at him half-dead and warned: "You can cheer up. Meng Hui is much harder to deal with than Du Chengying."

Lynch said angrily: "I didn't deal with Du Chengying!"

System: "..." Is this the husband-protecting strength of a dead husband? I really love you.

System: "Whatever you want, I'll look for a movie."

Lynch: "Thank you, no gift."

System:...Little Synthetic adults have a temper.

The next day, Lynch woke up and carried his bad schoolbag out of the room. He didn't see Lin Yue'e. The living room was still messy. He poured the cereals in the bowl and flushed the toilet, washed the dishes and put them back into the cupboard, washed them.

Then he sighed and went downstairs.

Holding the schoolbag that I had not opened for a night in my arms, Lynch walked towards the school dejectedly, his head tilted to the side, his face full of worries, suddenly the schoolbag in his arms was picked up by someone, and Lynch followed the schoolbag, unexpectedly

I saw Meng Hui reasonably.

Meng Hui was still the same as last night. He had a white vest in the school uniform, a little bit of stubble on his chin. He smiled lazyly and looked at Lynch with wide eyes, "Why are you unconscious when walking? Be careful to fall."

"What are you doing? Return my schoolbag to me." Lynch reached out with displeasure.

"Have you had breakfast?" Meng Hui asked irresponsibly, threw his schoolbag behind him, and his eyes slid across Lynch's lips. "The mouth is peeling and lacks vitamins."

"You..." Lynch was speechless for a long time and said, "Do you care?"

Meng Hui stretched out his long arm and hugged Lynch again, "I'll treat you to breakfast."

"I've eaten it, I won't eat it." Lynch struggled to pull Meng Hui's arm around his neck, but the power gap was too great and there was no effect at all.

"How about it, there is no coffee or sandwich, soy milk and fried dough sticks?" Meng Hui said to himself.

Lynch gave up his struggle desperately, "Why are you like this?"

"How am I?" Meng Hui lowered his eyes and raised his sharp eyebrows. "Ge Jianjun scared you to death, but he was not afraid of me at all," Lynch was stunned by his words, Meng Hui's handsome face

He suddenly approached and showed a bright smile close to Lynch, "It's so slutty."

Lynch held his breath and didn't dare to say a word, for fear that Meng Hui, a man with a wild beast, would see something.

Meng Hui moved his face away and said relaxed: "Meeting is fate," he glanced at Lynch, who had become obedient, "Do you still remember calling me?"

"Brother Hui..." Lynch said reluctantly.

Meng Hui rubbed his soft short hair and rubbed his hair into a mess before he stopped the movement of ravaging Lynch's hair with satisfaction.

Lynch was in a mess and thought to himself, how old was this man before he was reborn?

Meng Hui took Lynch to the breakfast shop to eat soy milk fried dough sticks. Lynch had no appetite. Meng Hui stared at him and had no choice but to eat it without knowing the taste, just treat it as a task.

Meng Hui leaned on the plastic chair of the breakfast shop, looked at Lynch with a depressed face, and said lazily: "When I was young, I felt that everything was a big deal. I tell you, there are actually only two in this world.

A big thing.”

"What?" Lynch answered under Meng Hui's gaze.
Chapter completed!