However, rather than letting Chen Xing drag his arm that had just been removed from the plaster cast and follow Jiang Zhengzhen out into the wild, it is better to let Lin Xiucheng feel at ease by tying it by his side. Who knows if they go out rock climbing or arcade.

The old house in winter has a bleak mood. No one is barbecuing in the courtyard. The withered lawn looks quiet and eerie.

The two entered the door, four male elders were sitting at the dining table waiting for them, only one junior was Lin Xiuyan.

When Chen Xing saw this scene, he understood, he left Lin Xiucheng a little, and wanted to leave.

"Xiucheng, we have something to tell you, please avoid the unrelated people." Lin Xiucheng's uncle opened his mouth to betray the old man.

Lin Xiucheng took off his suit and put it on the back of the sofa. He smiled and said, "Is there anything my son can't listen to?"

"Nonsense!" His uncle rolled his eyes, "You are playing with things and losing your mind!"

"Stop arguing with you, I'll go upstairs." Chen Xing compromised, he didn't want to hear these things, he asked Lin Xiucheng, "Which room do you live in?"

How could Lin Xiucheng let Chen Xing go upstairs alone, but he didn't want anyone to think that Chen Xing was very important to him, that would only bring Chen Xing to danger, so he put his arms around Chen Xing's waist and kissed him On Chen Xing's forehead, he gave him the car key, patted his butt, and coaxed, "Honey, wait for me in the car, I'll come out soon."

Chen Xing gave his disgusting scalp numbness and wanted to kick him. There was a strange feeling on his forehead and butt, as if Lin Xiucheng's lips and hands were always on.

But when a group of people watched, he could only smile: "Okay."

Then he ran out without looking back.

As soon as Chen Xing left, the atmosphere became more solemn.

It was still Lin Xiucheng's uncle who started, "Xiucheng, your second uncle's death is a bit strange."

"Oh?" Lin Xiucheng looked surprised, waiting for him to continue.

"Our elders in charge received a courier more than a month ago," he said. "There is an autopsy report of your second uncle, saying it was his nephew."

When Lin Xiucheng heard his description of himself, he couldn't help but smile: "I didn't know that Lin Xiuyu was so powerful?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid!" His uncle is Lin Xiuyu's father, and he has a violent temper. "We're talking about you!"

"Me?" Lin Xiucheng was surprised, "He is my second uncle, how could I be so cruel."

Lin Xiuyan, who was silent on the side, suddenly pulled out a pistol from behind and pointed at Lin Xiucheng: "Lin Xiucheng, don't pretend, you killed my father!"

Lin Xiucheng shrugged: "What am I pretending to be?"

There were a few noises from upstairs. Except for Lin Xiucheng, the expressions of everyone present changed.

Lin Xiucheng pulled out the chair at the main table and sat down leisurely: "Uncle, don't you think I'm really here alone?"

Lin Xiuyan shook his hand holding the gun, "Who allowed you to sit?"

Lin Xiucheng's uncle glanced at Lin Xiuyan subconsciously, and suddenly took a step back in shock, his trembling hand dipped on Lin Xiuyan's forehead: "Xiaoyan..."

Lin Xiuyan also looked at his uncle, and then frantically looked around at the elders around him. He realized his situation, because there was a laser red dot between everyone's eyebrows that was aimed at by a sniper rifle, which was shaking with their heads Move right and left with precision.

"Put the gun down, Xiuyan," Lin Xiucheng leaned against the back of the chair and persuaded him, "The student's hand is used to hold a pen."

Lin Xiuyan didn't listen to him. Instead, he took a step forward, trying to put the gun on Lin Xiucheng's head. There was a sound of bullets breaking through the air. Lin Xiuyan didn't have time to react, and his right hand was pierced.

All four of his elders were so frightened that they stared at Lin Xiuyan who was kneeling on the floor and howling. His blood was all over the place, soaking the gun he bought from the black market.

"I can't even hold the pen now," Lin Xiucheng sighed and shook his head, "Okay, what else do you have to do? I have to go now, my baby is still waiting for me outside."

No one dared to speak again this time.

Lin Xiucheng waited for a while, but no one objected, then got up and walked out the door.

In the house, Lin Sen took someone to clean and cook. Chen Xing had not visited Oxford at night, so he could take him for a spin.

Chen Xing was bored playing mobile games in the car, and after only two rounds, Lin Xiucheng came out.

As soon as he got into the car, Chen Xing wrinkled his nose, Lin Xiucheng smelled of gunpowder smoke mixed with blood, Chen Xing sniffed and said, "Brother Xiu is killing again."

Lin Xiucheng rubbed his head: "How about taking you to Oxford University at night, you don't even want to pass the exam, just go for a walk."

"What do you mean I don't want to be admitted?" Chen Xing jumped up and strangled him, "I haven't settled with you yet, haven't you heard the saying that a man's butt cannot be touched!"

Lin Xiucheng was going to grab Chen Xing's hand, but remembering that he hadn't recovered yet, he changed his direction and squeezed his shoulders and pressed him back into the seat, he smiled and said, "That's because you're good in bed, Master Xiu. I'll fuck you."

"Me! Fuck!" Chen Xing was completely angry, his cheeks were hot, he was not familiar with Lin Xiucheng at the first party, and he said everything when he was agitated by his cousins, and he felt relieved at that time. , Now that Lin Xiucheng said this, it was strange to hear it.

The two fought and drove around Oxford and stopped to find a tavern for dinner.

Chen Xing ordered beef stew, which was not delicious, and kept stealing prawns from Lin Xiucheng's plate. He was rushing for the last prawn when Gu Qing came to the door. He asked Lin Xiucheng how he planned to spend Christmas. , do you want to go snowboarding in Canada together?

The Lin family did not have the habit of celebrating Christmas. Gu Qing just wanted to find a reason to get together. Every day, he stared at Chen Xing, who could read and couldn't post on his computer, and had no intention of working.