Dear People·Hua Chen

Unexpectedly, Xiao Linzi made trouble on purpose, took the menu and ordered four or five items, and did not eat less of any of them. Chen Lu persuaded him in horror: "Honey, take it easy, remember if you have stomach problems, you can eat as much as the doctor told you." Forgot?"

On weekdays, His Highness the Prince looked fine, but once he left his protected area and got busy with his mentor, Lin Yilin's diet and routine completely collapsed.

At the end of the physical examination, a gastric ulcer was found, and the pain was excruciating at every turn.

Lin Yilin, whose hands were cold from eating ice, smiled and put down the spoon: "Okay, then let's go home."

Taking advantage of his checkout time, Chen Lu quickly ran to the nearby juice shop to buy a cup of hot Chinese ginger tea, and when he came back, he ordered earnestly, "Drink it."

"I can't drink anymore." Lin Yilin refused.

"Hurry up, or I'll feed you in public." Chen Lu threatened.

Only then did Xiao Linzi reluctantly accept it, and slowly squeezed it into his mouth.

-

Although the ginger tea is warm, it's a pity that the stomach is falling like a mountain.

Xiao Linzi, who had been feeling a dull pain since eating ice, knelt down in the living room when he got home, lying on the sofa unable to move.

Seeing this, Chen Lu was in a hurry, how could he have time to lose his temper with Du Ermeng, very depressed, he asked the doctor to make soup again, and even ran to the living room to teach others when he had time: "What did I say, I will listen to you next time, so I……"

After taking the medicine brought by the doctor, Lin Yilin already felt much better. He was lying on the warm blanket and drowsy, smiling and not talking.

Chen Lu went to the sofa and knelt down and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Lin Yilin pretended to be sick and nodded: "A little bit."

Chen Lu frowned and stretched his big warm hands into the blanket, and slowly rubbed Xiao Linzi's stomach.

Lin Yilin half-opened his eyes, looked at him for a moment, and said softly: "I'm fine, don't cook soup, I don't have an appetite, you can make something yourself, or go to Dewey for dinner..."

"Don't mention him to me." Chen Lu immediately stated his position.

Lin Yilin smiled helplessly, put his arms around his neck, let him approach her, and enjoyed the short tenderness.

Due to being busy in the kitchen for a long time, the eldest young master inevitably got the smell of food on his body, this is the fireworks in the world, right?

Compared with those smells of cologne, tobacco and alcohol, Xiao Linzi prefers such a simple old road.

Because he became like this for himself.

"Hold me upstairs." Lin Yilin said suddenly.

Chen Lu stroked his short hair, and immediately picked up the skinny man horizontally, neatly sent him to the bedroom, and announced uneasy: "But you have to drink soup before you can sleep, the doctor said just now... ..."

Lin Yilin understands that concern can lead to chaos, so he always uses his health problems to attract Chen Lu's attention when he is troubled by other things.

It was bad, but it also felt warm.

Seeing the kind-hearted young master who was full of himself like a silly young man, Lin Yilin couldn't help but the moment he lay down on the bed, he took his hand and said, "I don't want to sleep, I want to sleep with you."

Chen Lu, who was already turning his head to turn on the desk lamp, was startled slightly upon hearing this.

Taking advantage of this time, Lin Yilin leaned up and kissed his lips again.

Chen Lu has never been able to say no to his beloved wife's rare invitation.

Before he had time to worry about whether Xiao Linzi's stomachache was okay, he was dragged onto the big soft bed.

The clothes are all falling, and the ears and temples are grinding together.

For a while, only the beautiful spring scenery remained in the warm room.

-

It was so intense that Xiao Linzi fell asleep without knowing it, and he didn't remember how Chen Lu helped him take a bath and changed his clothes. When he woke up again, he felt so weak that he didn't want to move anymore move.

His Royal Highness, who was leaning next to him and playing with his mobile phone, was sensitive to subtle movements, and when he turned his head and saw him looking at him, he kissed his face distressedly and refused to leave: "Is your stomach still hurting, do you want to eat? "

"It won't hurt, I'll talk about it later." Lin Yilin stretched out his hand to touch his handsome eyebrows: "Stop frowning, how angry are you? You know Dewey's heartless virtue much better than I do."

Chen Lu's mood improved because of Xiao Linzi, but his displeasure was not fake. He snorted, "If it was someone else, I would have..."

"I didn't expect you to keep that thing. I don't even know where it is, let alone Dewey." Lin Yilin smiled.

"Of course, I kept everything you gave me very well." Chen Lu hugged him and lay down again, wondering why he didn't lock the diary in the safe, and sighed: "Actually, many times I don't know What are you thinking? I always speculate about your thoughts anxiously, so no one can imagine how happy I was when I saw that notebook. I couldn't help but rushed out to buy a diamond ring, broke the contract with Miss Xiaofan, and only thought that I must be with you for the rest of my life, and treat you every minute and every second."

Lin Yilin understands that the reason why the diary is precious is because it is his most authentic and undisguised state of mind.

From the curiosity towards Chen Lu at the beginning of high school to the unspoken feelings in the end.

There is love, there is hatred, there is confusion.

Perhaps only the unadorned diary can answer why he loves someone like Chen Lu.

"Although the book was burned, the memories are still in our hearts." Lin Yilin took his hand and pressed it on his chest: "Forgive Dewey, I don't have any friends. I envy you for having such a simple friend."

"Who said you have no friends." Chen Lu replied, "I am your friend, your family is me, and your lover is me."

"You take everything, what should I do if I lose you?" Lin Yilin laughed.

"Impossible." Chen Lu said firmly.

Lin Yilin still curled the corner of his mouth, and mentioned the recent troubles: "I went to study for a Ph. D., does your mother know, is she angry?"

"You don't care about me, what do you care about her?" Chen Lu refused to answer.

Lin Yilin played with Chen Lu's slender fingers and whispered, "Sorry."

"If you compromise for my sake, you should say this word to me." Chen Lu said: "My greatest wish is to make you happy."

Lin Yilin raised his eyes and glanced at him, full of tenderness.

Chen Ludi confessed seriously countless times: "I love you."

-

Compared with the sweet couple Lin Lu, Du Ermeng is much more miserable.

He was so overwhelmed with guilt that he didn't know what to do, his whole body turned gray and white, and he was stupidly stuck in the hotel room and couldn't come out.

No one answered Chen Lu's phone call, and even if he did, he didn't know what to say.

On the other hand, Zhao Ziwei, who heard about this on the Internet, was trembling with laughter: "You really deserve to be the leader of Shabi Cult hhhhhhhh!"

Dewey lay on the bed and was wronged: "How could I want to get this _(:зゝ∠)_"

"Hee hee hee, have you been beaten?" Zhao Ziwei gloated.

"_(:зゝ∠)_..." Ermeng had nothing to answer.

"Emma, ​​I laughed so hard, this is really the funniest joke I've heard this year." Zhao Ziwei probably made her fingers tremble while typing, and taunted her.

"_(:зゝ∠)_So what should I do to save my love?" Ermeng continued to consult.

"Cesarean suicide." Zhao Ziwei sincerely suggested.

"Get lost!" Ermeng gave up on this unreliable friend, and desperately covered her head with a quilt and pretended to be dead.

He has never had any conflicts with his good buddies, and this feeling is even more difficult than being out of love.

At this moment, the doorbell of the room was rang suddenly.

Dewey jumped up angrily and ran over, shouting, "Who is it!"

"Sir, the special service you called." A familiar frivolous and magnetic voice came faintly.

Dewey immediately opened the door, and threw himself on Zheng Luolai, jumping up and down like a monkey: "What should I do, what should I do, you go and help me fix Lulu, he hit me!"

"Where did you hit you?" Zheng Luolai always had a gloomy face, and only when he saw this guy would he bend his eyes unconsciously.

"My heart." Dewey clutched his chest.

Zheng Luolai passed by silently, dragged the suitcase into the house, sat down and drank half a bottle of mineral water: "I asked him out for dinner tonight."

"Ah, I'm going to take a shower! Soon!" Dewey was gearing up.

"He said he would leave when he saw you." Zheng Luolai couldn't help it, and also laughed.

Dewey's mood that had just recovered immediately fell to the bottom.

Zheng Luolai hooked his fingers: "Kiss me, and I will tell you the solution."

"Hurry up, don't play me!" Dewey was so anxious that he almost rolled on the carpet.

Zheng Luolai hehe: "Forget it."

Dewey wrinkled his handsome face, and suddenly walked over unexpectedly, held down Mr. Hooligan and bit him hard on the neck.

"You're a dog!" As long as Zheng Luolai was with him, he didn't stop for half a second.

Dewey kept laughing beside him.

"Say it yourself, why is he angry?" Zheng Luolai wiped his neck, hating that iron cannot become steel.

"Because of Lin Yilin, why else?" Dewey was dejected.

Zheng Luolai nodded: "So it's very simple, you just ask Lin Yilin to help you settle this matter, it's fine for anyone to ask for a crime is better than a threat from Brother Lin."

"That's right." Dewey sighed suddenly: "You boy, the book is not in vain."

Then he grinned and ran to the bedside to send text messages.

Seeing the smile return to Ermeng's face, Zheng Luolai also heaved a sigh of relief, only then did he feel the exhaustion of traveling all night and sitting on the flight. He didn't even have time to take off his coat, so he leaned on the sofa and fell into a light sleep.

-

The bustling Chinese-style restaurants are transplanted to the United States, and they also have a bit more of the sophistication and affectation of Western-style life.

After Lin Yilin entered the door, relying on his professional sensitivity, he first looked up at the nice decoration style, and then walked to the reserved table, and asked a little funny: "Why are you so formal and pretending to invite me to dinner?"

Dewey was playing games boringly, when he looked up and saw him, he immediately said obsequiously: "Oh, it's the right thing to do, I've disturbed you so many times, waiter! Order!"

He pestered Zheng Luolai to help him choose such a place because he didn't order in English.

In addition, he stole the black credit card, and was extravagant when he picked up the dishes: "Lobster, lobster! Crab, crab!"

"Just order your own, I can't eat cold food." Lin Yilin politely raised his head and said to the waiter, "A serving of mixed vegetable porridge."

"Buddha jumped over the wall! Buddha jumped over the wall!" Dewey was still immersed in the joy of eating a big meal casually.

Lin Yilin looked at him with a smile, feeling that he was looking at a child who would never grow up.

In Dewey's world, there were never so many entanglements.

He casually found a job he likes, earns a modest salary, can't talk about achievements, always causes troubles, but never feels that there is nothing missing in front of Zheng Luolai.

He is the real lucky one who was born to be loved by everyone.

An unattainable father, a loving mother, and a happy life are all available.

All are elements that Lin Yilin has never possessed.

He doesn't hate Dewey, but he can't confide in him. This is the cruel difference between people that has been destined for a long time.

"Why are you staring at me like Guanyin Bodhisattva?" After ordering, Dewey looked at Xiao Linzi uneasily.

Lin Yilin said directly: "Chen Lu is not too angry with you anymore, you also know that he is not narrow-minded, so you don't need to please me."

Dewey, whose purpose was exposed, immediately became embarrassing and boring: "But he didn't answer my call, and he didn't ask me to go to dinner with me."

Lin Yilin was helpless: "He didn't ask you to do too many things, why should you care?"

"Lin Lin, I can only rely on you. Anyway, if you help me solve this matter, I will definitely do my best in the future..." Dewey started talking nonsense again.

"Yes." Lin Yilin smiled lightly: "As long as you promise me one thing."

"Okay, okay." Dewey didn't even think about it.

"If Chen Lu makes the same mistake in the future and destroys your precious things, don't bear any grudges against him." Lin Yilin said seriously.

Dewey's brain hole broke through the sky in an instant: "Huh? Could it be that he has a dinner date with the gangster tonight because he wants to take his life!"

Xiao Linzi, who rarely had a good word with this fool, was dumbfounded, even though he had broken through thousands of books, he couldn't say anything serious to answer.