The national school idol is a girl

That's just one look.

Lin Feng probably understood what was going on.

No matter how stupid you are, you still know who this is for.

Song Jiahe always talks about people and ghosts, otherwise the Song family's business would not be so big.

When he saw someone coming, he stood up immediately and put down the tea cup: "Young Master Lin, you are so busy. What are you doing standing at the door? Come in quickly."

Lin Feng walked in. After all, he came out of a large courtyard. Even though it was different from the past, it was not that bad.

After the decline of the Lin family, Lin Feng had not seen these people before, and he also knew the difficulty of hiring people to do things.

It's not like what's written in the novel, mocking you in person.

They were just friends who used to eat meat and drink together, but suddenly they lost contact with each other.

I would avoid him at parties.

In some ways, he seemed to represent a form of bad luck.

Song Jiahe is the one who cares least about these things in the circle. Whenever there is a holiday red envelope, he will get it, but it is not like today.

Lin Feng found it quite boring.

People who have not experienced it may not understand it.

When you are prosperous, there are many people in front of you and horses behind you.

When you have nothing left, even knowing you will feel bad.

But with Yunhu around, Lin Feng's value is different.

When Lin Feng raised his head, his emotions were almost gone, and he walked over and sat next to Yun Hu.

There was only one seat available. He took off his windbreaker, hung it behind the chair, and took a cigarette out of the cigarette case on the table.

Song Jiahe's mission was to make an appointment with Lin Feng. If he intervened in other matters, he was afraid that he would not agree.

He filled up the tea and heated up the chat, just to make it easier for the two people to talk.

Yunhu didn't mince words: "Angry?"

Lin Feng paused while drinking tea and turned his eyes to look at him.

Yun Hu looked at him with deep eyes: "I made an appointment with you, but if you don't come out, I have to find another way."

"I'm so dizzy." Lin Feng took a sip of tea and said, "You want to see me, but you can't tell me on the phone?"

Yun Hu remained calm: "There is no atmosphere for conversation."

At this time, Lin Feng thought of the Yun family's tutors, with countless rules and regulations.

"Now there is an atmosphere for conversation." Lin Feng smiled: "After all, everyone has to give you this face."

Yunhu could tell that he was unhappy.

But there is no way.

Want to meet someone.

The man didn't know whether he did it intentionally or unintentionally.

It doesn't feel like hiding, but nothing happens and it's impossible.

If it were anyone else.

Yun Hu's methods have already been used.

It can make people like Song Jiahe be used by him.

It's not just about the Yun family.

This shows Yunhu’s usual behavior.

But it happened to be him

Yun Hu clutched the tea cup in his hand and slowly loosened it one by one. His fingers were long and his voice was light: "Thank you for letting me use it."

Lin Feng said nothing. After all, he knew that this kind of thing should not be blamed on anyone alone.

After all, a gap has begun to exist between the two of them.

This is a reality that cannot be changed no matter what.

Yun Hu didn't think so: "It's over after the Dongzhou competition. Are you planning not to return to the team?"

"Return." He finally said something to warm up Lin Feng: "I will say this before leaving so that Feng Hu can find someone to replace me in advance. Isn't the team already recruiting new people? Speaking of this, you Do you still remember how Feng Hu tricked us into joining the Imperial Alliance?"