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Chen Xing was not high, he played basketball well, and his style of play was very bad. In the five minutes that Guang Linxiu took the call, Lin Xiuyan, who took the lead in targeting him, suffered a lot.
Lin Xiucheng and his assistant explained something. They hung up the phone and were about to leave when they found that there was a dispute on the court. Lin Xiuyan and his third uncle's youngest son, Lin Xiuyu, pushed Chen Xing to this side. The other teenagers stared on the basketball court, afraid to participate in their quarrel.
Lin Xiucheng hadn't thought about whether to stand up or turn his head to walk away. The three of them stopped in their tracks. It was dark in the woods.
"Aren't you the one who fucks my brother's ass?" Lin Xiuyu said loudly, "What do you really think you are?"
Lin Xiucheng didn't expect that one day he would stand in the dark and listen to other people's corners, but he had no sense of shame. Hearing Lin Xiuyu's statement, he was curious about how Chen Xing would refute, and continued to listen with great interest with his arms folded.
Chen Xing let out a low laugh, there was a hint of fascination in his voice, which made one's heart tickled, he said, "It must be because I have good skills in bed, so Master Xiu is willing to raise me as a son, just like you, give He doesn't care if he has a hundred million."
Lin Xiuyu angrily stretched out his hand to beat him, but Chen Xing grabbed his wrist with his backhand, threw him to the ground with a bow over his shoulder, and stomped on Lin Xiuyu's shoulder. Lin Xiuyu screamed in pain, as if his bones were cracked by him, and everyone shrank and trembled.
Lin Xiuyan also made a move. He had practiced self-defense and was stronger than Lin Xiuyu. He used his right hand to slash at the back of Chen Xing's neck. Chen Xing, the two rolled to the ground and scuffled. Chen Xing was sixteen years old, and his strength and height were not comparable to that of eighteen-year-old Lin Xiuyan, but he had rich fighting experience and became mad. Lin Xiuyan was quickly defeated and was beaten by Chen Xing. .
After beating a few times, Chen Xing suddenly gave a fuck, jumped off Lin Xiuyan, kicked Lin Xiuyan's lower body, and a series of swear words came out of his mouth.
Several people on the basketball court saw that they were almost playing, and they all came over to persuade them to fight.
Seeing that the show was almost over, Lin Xiucheng also turned around and walked back to the main house.
After half an hour, several people walked back with bruised noses and bruised faces, but Chen Xing was nowhere to be seen.
Lin Xiucheng's uncles pointed at Sang and scolded Huai, and asked him what happened to his adopted son. He was uneducated.
Lin Xiucheng called Chen Xing in front of them, and it was only after a few rings.
"Dad, are you looking for me?" Chen Xing said over there.
Lin Xiucheng restrained himself from laughing. He asked, "Why did you beat up several brothers?"
"Didn't you hear everything?" Chen Xing asked back.
Lin Xiucheng's smile faded: "Come back and apologize."
Chen Xing directly hung up the phone.
Lin Xiucheng showed everyone the phone that he had been hung up, and sighed, "My son is too old, I can't control it anymore."
A group of old and young family members watched the two sing in stunned silence.
After Lin Xiucheng said that he had something to go, Gu Qing also followed him.
"Vincent, I'll stay at your house at night." Gu Qing said.
"You can't even afford a hotel?"
Gu Qing said seriously: "I want to take a photo of Chen Xing. You don't know. When I saw him, I felt that the muse was looking after me, and I wanted to catch her."
Lin Xiucheng smiled and shook his head. He didn't understand these photographers, but he also respected Gu Qing: "Tell him yourself."
"A few of their injuries were really caused by Chen Xing?" Gu Qing asked, "...I look at it and it hurts."
Lin Xiuyan limped into the door clutching his crotch, his forehead covered in cold sweat, even a man felt the same way.
"Probably." Lin Xiucheng said conservatively.
Gu Qing shuddered.
Lin Xiucheng took Gu Qing back to his apartment. Chen Xing was watching TV in the living room and nodded when he saw the two of them entering the door.
Gu Qing dragged his camera box and asked Chen Xing, "Xiao Xing, how about I take a set of photos for you?"
Chen Xing watched Bruce Lee on TV, and after a while he said, "What photo, do you have any money to take it?"
"The money I gave you is not enough for you to spend?" Lin Xiucheng interjected, he gave Chen Xing a credit card with a limit of 200,000 pounds, "I don't have a small appetite."
"I like the money I make." Chen Xing turned his head and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, "Cash."
"How much do you want?" Gu Qing asked him.
Chen Xing said: "I don't know the market, you can look at it."
Gu Qing agreed, opened the metal protective box, and took out a camera and lens.
"This is the time to start filming?" Chen Xing was surprised. He hadn't showered yet. When he got home, he took off his suit jacket. The shirt was unbuttoned two buttons, revealing a small piece of skin on his chest. "It's late at night."
Gu Qing took a picture of Chen Xing directly: "Just watch your movie."
Chen Xing leaned over to see the photos, but Gu Qing refused: "I paid, you go and sit down."
Chen Xing listened to what he said, and sat back angrily.
The next day was Sunday, and Chen Xing still had no class. He accompanied Gu Qing outside for a day, and the sound of the shutter made his ears callous.
Gu Qing asked him to smirk and feed the fat squirrel on the lawn of Hyde Park, and then asked him to go to the British Library to read books. After running around many places in the day, his face became stiff, so he let him go.
As soon as the photo was taken, Gu Qing rushed back to the United States overnight and told Chen Xing that he would be paid for when he released the film. Chen Xing also talked casually and forgot about it.
Only two weeks later, Lin Xiucheng received an email with a large attachment in his personal mailbox.
Gu Qing called from across the ocean: "This is Chen Xing's photo, you help me give it to him, the production rate is too high, almost no color correction is needed, it's perfect!"
Lin Xiucheng downloaded it and watched it for a long time.