Lin Mengran looked at Lin Zichen for a long time, not knowing what to say, let alone what happened to Lin Zichen outside tonight, and her heart was full of anxiety and worry.
Lin Zichen smiled and deliberately teased: "What's wrong, sister, you don't... feel bad, do you?"
Hearing this, Lin Mengran frowned: "I feel sorry for you, you big-headed ghost. I'm worried about you. You really don't let my sister worry at all. Zichen, tell your sister, what on earth did you do?"
"Sister, please don't ask. Anyway, if you believe me, Wu Xuejun will never pester you again."
This sentence made Lin Mengran panic even more. She said with a worried look on her face: "Silly brother, I don't care about Wu Xuejun's entanglement. I'm worried about you. And you remember that I told you, what if our parents are implicated?"
What to do? In Nanshui, we really can’t afford to offend the Wu family.”
Lin Zichen pondered for a long time and said: "Sister, don't worry, I won't let you and your parents get involved. I will be in Nanshui during the Chinese New Year. I'm here, so you don't have to be afraid!"
Hearing these words, Lin Mengran felt shocked for no reason. Is the Lin Zichen in front of him still the good son in the eyes of his parents? Is he still the obedient younger brother in his own eyes?
A powerful aura shocked her. This was not the first time Lin Mengran felt this kind of aura from Lin Zichen, and this time, she became more and more sure that her brother had changed, and it would definitely become earth-shaking!
Nanshui city center, top floor of Haoren Apartment.
Beside the huge swimming pool, a middle-aged man was sitting on a lounge chair, smoking a cigar in his hand, and looking towards the swimming pool. In the swimming pool, a graceful girl was swimming slowly towards the shore.
The middle-aged man showed an evil smile and said, "Xiaoya, this swimsuit is really beautiful."
The girl named Xiaoya climbed ashore, wrapped a bath towel around her body, approached the middle-aged man, sat directly on his lap, and put her hands around his neck.
"Is it just that the swimsuit is beautiful?" Xiaoya smiled seductively at the man, and then tapped his nose with her index finger.
"The swimsuit is beautiful, and the person is even more beautiful." The man hugged Xiaoya hard, making Xiaoya gasp in fright, but she still leaned on his chest obediently, "Xiaoya, you are naturally beautiful, this is
Your capital, a woman, is that beauty is enough."
"Tch, you are glib and talkative, but you are still not honest even at your age." Xiao Yamei said with a smile.
"Hahaha, if you weren't such a charming girl, how could I be dishonest? You are the only woman who can make me, Wu Bin, fascinated."
The middle-aged man is the richest businessman in Nanshui, Wu Bin!
It is certainly not an exaggeration to call him the richest businessman, but his more important identity is the underground boss of Nanshui and the father of Wu Xuejun!
After saying that, Wu Bin lifted Xiaoya's light body up in his arms. Xiaoya's face was red and she shyly let him hold her like this, walking towards the door leading to the room.
At this moment, the door to the rooftop opened, and a man in a gray tunic suit walked over quickly.
"Master Wu!"
Wu Bin looked at the man, frowned, showed an unhappy expression, and said: "Old Cao, you have been with me for so many years, and you are becoming more and more unruly!"
Lao Cao was embarrassed for a while. Apparently he had ruined Master Wu's good deeds, and he was just about to take him back to the house to have sex.
However, he didn't care so much anymore and approached with a panic look on his face: "Master Wu, something happened!"
"No matter what happens, you have to wait for my permission before you can come in!" Wu Bin shouted, glaring at Lao Cao.
"Yes... something happened to Master Xuejun." Lao Cao said.
"What?" Wu Bin immediately stopped, slowly put Xiaoya down, and said, "What's wrong with Xuejun?"
Xiaoya clasped her hands on her chest and glared at Lao Cao with vicious eyes. The man and woman were interrupted in the middle of their sexual desire. Not only Wu Bin, but Xiaoya must also be unhappy.
Lao Cao approached Wu Bin and whispered a few words. Wu Bin's face changed at that time. His original expression instantly turned to stone, and his entire face turned pale.
"Old Cao, go to my office!"
"Yes, Lord Wu!"
After that, the two of them walked out. Xiaoya looked dissatisfied and said, "Master Wu, where are you going? What should I do?"
Wu Bin couldn't care about her. He turned around and glared at her: "Whatever you want to do, don't bother me!"
Then, the two left.
Xiaoya stood there and pouted: "Asshole, what do you think of me? If you want to play, you can play and if you don't want to, just kick me away?"
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In the office, Wu Bin was breathing heavily, tears welling up in his eyes, and asked: "Who did this?"
Lao Cao said: "Master Wu, I have sent people to investigate and asked them to interrogate the nightclub and retrieve the video. Should we call the police?"
"Call the police?" Wu Bin clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said, "There is no such thing as cheap. I want to handle this matter myself. If I find out who killed Xuejun, I will kill him with my own hands!"
"Then...Master Wu, what should I do with Master Xuejun?" Lao Cao naturally asked about Wu Xuejun's body.
Wu Bin was stunned and said: "Bring it back and tell the people in the nightclub to shut their mouths, or I will let them all die!"
"Yes, Lord Wu."
After saying that, Wu Xuejun took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and tears kept flowing down. There is probably nothing more sad than losing a son in middle age.
Although Wu Bin is a big boss, he only has one son, Wu Xuejun. Over the years, he has pampered his son to heaven. In Nanshui, Wu Bin is the underground emperor, and Wu Xuejun naturally becomes the first prince.
Grandpa.
But Wu Bin didn't know that it was precisely because of this that Wu Xuejun would provoke Lin Zichen without knowing it, causing a fatal disaster.
After a night of silence, Lin Zichen and Lin Mengran got busy early in the morning, tidying up the house and helping Jiang Ping prepare ingredients until noon.
Later, Lin Zichen received a call from Sang Tianlei, saying that his cultivation efficiency had improved significantly, but due to the shield vein, he still failed to enter the martial arts. Lin Zichen also comforted him a few words. After all, shield vein cultivation is naturally slower than ordinary people.
But the foundation is very stable, so there is no need to rush.
Since Sang Tianlei also returned to Yanjing to celebrate the New Year, the two brothers paid New Year greetings to each other and agreed to meet in Tianzhou after the New Year.
Later, Lin Zichen received several more calls, including calls from Wu Xian, Lu Chenghao, Wang Jian, Fang Youwei and his daughter, and Huang Yi. The contents were almost all New Year greetings. After all, Lin Zichen's status is not what it used to be. These New Year greetings
Naturally, there were more phone calls.
Lin Jingyang watched his son busy being paid New Year's greetings. He couldn't help but frowned and said: "You are so young, what kind of social circles are you doing? Zichen is in danger and will delay his studies."
Lin Mengran said: "Dad, don't worry so much. When Zichen grows up, he should have his own social circle. If he doesn't, it's a sign of poor ability."
Jiang Ping smiled and said: "This time I support Meng Ran. Old Lin, your ideas are too old. If you do what you do, your son will definitely become a nerd."
"You...hey, if you don't argue with women, what do you know? Men should put their studies first. That is the most useful thing. Don't bother with these useless social interactions!"
The mother and daughter looked at each other and smiled. After all, they were celebrating the Chinese New Year and did not argue with Lin Jingyang.
Just as he was about to eat, Lin Zichen's phone rang again. He had also heard his father's dissatisfaction before, so he wanted to press it directly, but when he saw that the caller was Lan Luoshi, he hesitated and answered it.
"Luo Shi, have a great New Year." Lin Zichen said with a smile.
"What's good? I won't say Happy New Year until tomorrow, the first day of the Lunar New Year. Why are you in such a hurry?" Lan Luoshi said in a firm tone.
"This...hehe, yes, tomorrow, Luo Shi, are you okay? Have you gone to Yanjing to celebrate the New Year?"
Lan Luoshi's father Lan Songxuan was in Yanjing, so Lin Zichen also thought that she, like Sang Tianlei, had gone to Yanjing.
"Humph, you have a lot of time. How can I be in the mood to celebrate the New Year? There are a lot of things in the company, and you really can take charge of them." Lan Luoshi said.
"Ah? Haha, I'm not the shopkeeper, you are, I'm just a follower, but why are you still in the company? There is no business during the Chinese New Year, why are you working so hard?" Lin Zichen said.
"Without business, there is nothing to do? There are so many documents to read and reports to make, where can I go?" Lan Luoshi said, and shouted again, "Huo Qing, you have to work overtime tonight."
"Ah? Another one? Miss, please spare me. I found that you are more oppressive than my master." Huo Qing's helpless voice came.
Lin Zichen couldn't help laughing and said: "Well, I'll try my best to return to Fengbei as soon as possible to atone for my sins. Don't bully Huo Qing too much. Don't turn around and let him quit."
"No, you don't need to come back. I've already agreed with Huo Qing that I will go find you after I finish these reports. Aren't you going to never come back? Can I go and give you New Year's greetings in person?" Lan Luo
After finishing the poem, he covered his mouth and laughed.
"Ah?" Lin Zichen looked at his parents, feeling a little guilty, "No, you don't have to, can I go back early?"
"Come here, Huo Qing told me that you are in Nanshui, so just wait for me with peace of mind. I will be there in a day or two. Hehe, by the way, I wish my uncle and aunt a happy new year!" After saying that, Lan Luoshi hung up proudly.
The phone call gave Lin Zichen no chance to speak again.
But Lin Zichen was stunned. Huo Qing, this big mouth, must have told Lan Luoshi that I was in Nanshui. This is so bad. How can I explain it to my parents? My boss? My girlfriend?
Lin Zichen suddenly felt helpless. This was really a problem. His parents were so old-fashioned, so he definitely couldn't be called his girlfriend, and neither could his boss. They would not allow him to waste his studies and go out to work. If he was a classmate, what classmate would be celebrating the New Year?
go home?
This girl will run into problems if she really follows her father...
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In China, the Spring Festival is undoubtedly the biggest holiday. People spend this long holiday with their families to spend the Chinese New Year and usher in the new year, which heralds a new beginning and a new atmosphere.
But on such a festive day, Wu Bin's mood was at rock bottom. The pain of losing his son made him immersed in sadness all day long. Not to mention resting, he did not even leave the office.
The cigarette butts in the cigarette pack had piled up into a hill, and the whole office was filled with the smell of cigarette smoke.
"Master Wu, there is news. After surveillance and the words of several wine girls, the person who killed the young master is named... Master Lin!"
Wu Bin slowly raised his head, his hair seemed to have turned white overnight, and his haggard face showed an angry expression.
"Master Lin? Huh, anyone who dares to call himself a master in our Nanshui... will die miserably. Kill this Master Lin!" As he spoke, Wu Bin's eyes widened and he clenched his fists tightly.