Returning home in glory

Wang Lin and Gu Qingyu sang in harmony, and Jiang Weiping was stunned.

Although the time they got together was short, Wang Lin had already sensed Jiang Weiping's affection for Gu Qingyu.

Jiang Weiping is a very outstanding young man. From Wang Lin's point of view, they are a perfect match.

But the world's perspective is different. For two equally excellent men and women, the world always thinks that women can have better partners, that is, they can climb high. Men should be downward compatible.

In fact, this is also true. Gu Qingyu also thinks that Jiang Weiping is very good, but he would not consider falling in love with him, having a relationship with him, let alone talking about marriage.

After understanding Gu Qingyu's true intentions, Wang Lin naturally wanted to help her reject Jiang Weiping's affection and prevent him from excessive entanglement.

After hearing that Gu Qingyu said that he had a partner and that the relationship was very good, Jiang Weiping was on pins and needles and didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"I'll go back and revise the manuscript." Jiang Weiping made an excuse and ran away.

A relationship that had not had time to express itself was nipped in the bud.

Gu Qingyu stood up and sent him away, turned around, and closed the door tightly with his backhand.

Wang Lin lit a cigarette and took a slow drag: "You missed a good fate."

"The best result is this. He didn't say it and I never refused. In this way, he and I can continue to be old classmates. Otherwise, how embarrassing will it be to meet in the future?"

She said, sat on Wang Lin's lap, hugged him and kissed him.

"You only care about lighting the fire? Don't care about putting it out?" Wang Lin pinched her face, "You're not feeling well yet!"

Gu Qingyu pursed her lips: "Can't you?"

As she spoke, she slowly squatted down.

Wang Lin groaned and hugged her head with both hands.

…

Wang Lin walked out of Gu Qingyu's room and saw Jiang Weiping standing at the door of his room smoking.

"Hello, Mr. Wang!" Jiang Weiping straightened his body and greeted Wang Lin.

Wang Lin nodded.

"Mr. Wang, who is Gu Qingyu's boyfriend? Have you seen him?" Jiang Weiping couldn't help but ask.

Wang Lindao: "I've seen him before. He is an extremely outstanding man."

Jiang Weiping's self-esteem was stabbed again.

Wang Lin wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing and returned to his room.

Before falling asleep, Wang Lin received a call from Deng Lijun.

"Wang Lin, are you asleep?"

"Not yet. Sister Deng, are you okay?"

"I have something to ask you. Come over here."

"good."

Wang Lin tidied up and looked in the corridor before going out. No one was there before heading to Deng Lijun's room.

The wooden door creaked open.

Deng Lijun and Wang Lin lived in the most luxurious room in the guest house, but compared to the big hotels in Shanghai, the conditions were still average.

She was wearing a silk suspender nightgown. She had just taken a shower and exuded a charming fragrance.

"Wang Lin, come in." She took Wang Lin's hand.

Wang Lin said: "Are you still not sleeping?"

"I miss you." Deng Lijun said and threw herself into his arms.

The two of them were affectionate.

Deng Lijun said: "I want to rebuild my family tree, do you think that's okay? No matter how much money it takes, I will pay for it. I want to add everyone in my family."

Wang Lin smiled and said: "Donating money to build the genealogy is a meritorious deed. Of course it is a good thing. Your clan members will all agree with it. But I think you don't have to worry and wait for a year."

Deng Lijun asked in confusion: "Why do you have to wait a year?"

Wang Lin touched her belly: "When we have a baby, wouldn't it be more perfect if we also write the baby into the family tree?"

"Hey, that's right!" Deng Lijun said with a sweet smile, "You are still considerate. When the baby is born, will he bear my surname?"

"Of course." Wang Lin said, "This is your child."

"Wang Lin, you are so kind!" Deng Lijun was already moved, and now she couldn't help herself.

She sat on the bed and raised her feet.

Wang Lin helped her take off her shoes.

"There is a scar on your foot? Where did it come from?" Wang Lin asked.

Deng Lijun chuckled and said: "I was very naughty when I was a child. You might not believe it if I tell you. At that time, we lived in Pingtung, where the temperature was high all year round. Many star fruits, guava and other crops were grown there. When I was a child, I loved playing with my brother.

Let’s go together and steal fruits from other people’s fields.”

Wang Lin laughed and said, "Is there such a thing?"

Deng Lijun said: "Yes! I followed my brother to steal guavas. It was hot in the summer. I was barefoot and accidentally stepped on the glass. The soles of my feet were full of blood. My brother hugged me and rushed home. Finally, I was beaten

It took several tetanus shots to get me fine. I was severely scolded by my father, and even had a painful meal of fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots! The scar on the sole of my foot has always been with me.

She talks about the past lightly, her heart-wrenching voice and her elegant and refined smile are just like flowers. When you take a bite, the fragrance is overflowing, and you will never forget it for a long time.

Wang Lin laughed out loud after hearing this, as he got to know a different side of the diva.

Deng Lijun turned on the radio and tuned a station at random.

What a coincidence, it was her song that was playing.

The host was still narrating: "Deng Lijun used her beautiful singing voice to stimulate the late-maturing love interest of a generation. Every night, we capture her fleeting gentleness in the radio waves on the radio, and how many people are turning the vinyl

Feel her lingering presence in the record?"

Wang Lin smiled and said: "This host is good and understands you very well."

The two were lingering while listening to the singing and the host's whisper:

"We love Deng Lijun, not only for her soft singing voice, but also for the meaning and feelings hidden in her songs. In her lyrics, there is a charming old Shanghai, a small town full of stories, and a countryside filled with smoke.

The Tang and Song Dynasties mourned spring and autumn. In her singing, the endless emotions flowed out from the mountains like streams, like the endless confiding of lovers who had not seen each other for a long time. Her voice was beautiful and moved people's hearts. In the years when emotional expression was scarce

Here, it supports the emotional world of every Chinese..."

Her singing voice is dense and gorgeous, with a faint lingering sound. It not only includes the enjoyment of fine wine and coffee, but also the scenery of colorful neon clothes, the daring to love and hate of a woman in a cheongsam with fringes, and the story of a lone hero saving a beauty.

Each piece of music is like flowing love, the loneliness left by the ambiguity after drinking, the sorrow of separation, and full of deep affection.

At this moment, this affectionate woman was performing an affectionate scene with Wang Lin...

Wang Lin originally thought that nothing would happen to the two women around him during his trip to the famous name, but he didn't expect that he would just leave the caretaker's house and enter the Deng family again.

The night is long for lonely people, but too short for lovers.

When I woke up, the sun was shining brightly.

Wang Lin looked at the time and saw that it was already past nine o'clock in the morning.

He vaguely heard the messy footsteps outside, interspersed with the voices of many people.

Wang Lin thought that the villagers of Dengtai Village couldn't wait any longer and formed a team to visit Deng Lijun.

He put on his clothes, washed up hastily, and went out.

The corridor outside is packed with people!

Wang Lin was startled.

Guo Lingling, who was standing at his door, said with a smile: "Mr. Wang, these comrades are here to visit you. They don't dare to disturb you when they see you resting."

Everyone came forward with a smile and shook hands with Wang Lin: "Hello, Mr. Wang!"

While Wang Lin was greeting everyone, he quietly asked Guo Lingling: "Who are all here?"

"There are people from the city and the county. It seems there are also people from the province on the way."

"You are confused. Why didn't you tell me earlier? You made the leaders wait outside for so long?" Wang Lin deliberately turned his face solemn.

"Mr. Wang, don't blame Secretary Guo, we didn't let her wake you up." The visitor chuckled.

Wang Lin saw that Liu Zhifang, who had received him yesterday, was also in the crowd, but he was standing further back. It seemed that with his rank, he was not a figure among this group of people!

The arrival of the boss of Aixiu Group and the singer Deng Lijun shocked local leaders at all levels.

Wang Lin didn't bother to have breakfast and receive everyone.

But everyone knew that he had just woken up and had not eaten yet, so he thoughtfully asked the waiter to bring breakfast up, while everyone went downstairs to wait. Several of the leaders were going to the city limits to greet people from the province.

Deng Lijun and others had already gotten up and were discussing their itinerary.
To be continued...