The Eleventh Year After My Death

Chapter 73

Lin Mo's WeChat account was newly registered, so she didn't have many friends.

The people she often contacted were the Buddha of the Beijing circle, Jiang Tang, and Fourth Brother.

It wasn't time to add Third Brother on WeChat yet.

His overseas concert tour wasn't over, and it would take some time.

In fact, Lin Mo could already imagine how this crybaby would cry when he found out that she had been back for so long without contacting him.

But once she told him, with his personality, he would definitely fly back immediately, and not even ten bulls could hold him back.

The concert wasn't just his business; there were many staff behind it and the expectations of the fans.

Originally a top - star with a mix of positive and negative popularity, after much consideration, Lin Mo decided to wait until his concert was over and he came back to tell him.

Actually, she could also fly to see him, but the problem was that she was too scared to take a plane.

Her parents died in a plane crash.

Sometimes Lin Mo thought she was really a coward. She was too scared to take a plane, and now she didn't even dare to drive a car by herself.

She often saw Third Brother on Douyin. The silver - haired young man was unruly and shone brightly on the stage.

Fans would comment things like "So cool" and "So handsome that I'm having a nosebleed" under the videos.

None of the fans knew that this kid used to cry the most when he was a child, and his tears would come at the drop of a hat.

Anyway, currently, there were only three people that Lin Mo often contacted on WeChat.

Strictly speaking, there was one more, and that was Xie Guanyan.

But Lin Mo had never received a WeChat message from him voluntarily.

Every time, she would send a message to him when she arrived at the villa gate, asking him to open the door.

At this moment, seeing Xie Guanyan's name jump to the top of the chat interface, Lin Mo's peach - blossom eyes flashed.

Her first reaction was: Did the Buddha of the Beijing circle ask Xie Guanyan to help again?

After thinking about it, it should not be the case.

The Buddha of the Beijing circle didn't dare to be two - faced to her.

Moreover, he didn't tell her today that he was too busy to take her back.

So was Xie Guanyan... voluntarily willing to continue helping?

I have to say, he was really helpful!

People who loved doing charity were really different.

After thinking about it, her fair and delicate fingers typed on the phone: "Don't trouble yourself. My second brother will take me back."

Shen Ji'an was so dizzy from doing math problems that his brain seemed to be on the verge of a breakdown.

He had learned too little in the past three years, and there were some problems he couldn't even understand.

He turned his head and glanced at his sister, only to find that she was holding the phone with both hands, with a slight smile on her lips, looking extremely charming.

Shen Ji'an frowned.

Who was his sister chatting with so happily?

"Sis, take a look at this problem. Did I solve it correctly?"

Hearing Shen Ji'an's words, Lin Mo shifted her gaze from the phone and looked at the problem he was pointing at. "No, the answer to this problem should be (-4, 3)."

Shen Ji'an picked up his pen and wrote "Mount Fuji".

Lin Mo: "???"

Lin Mo felt dizzy. "Shen Ji'an! This is a math problem! Is this correct?"

She didn't dare to open her eyes, hoping it was just an illusion!

Shen Ji'an scratched his head. "Sorry, sis. I forgot this was a math test paper."

Lin Mo felt dizzy again.

She still should send him back to school. She would be so angry if she continued to tutor him.

Shen Ji'an quickly corrected it, but his eyes secretly glanced at the phone in Lin Mo's hand.

The screen hadn't gone dark yet.

He saw who his sister was chatting with. It was Xie Guanyan.

Shen Ji'an secretly let out a sigh of relief.

He thought it was that scumbag Gu Jingchuan.

He had scared himself for nothing.

Was Xie Guanyan coming to pick up his sister on the way?

Then could he just apologize to him?

"Sis, is Mr. Xie coming to pick you up?" Shen Ji'an asked.

Lin Mo glared at him. "Good boy. No wonder you got this wrong. You were peeping at my phone chat here!"

Shen Ji'an lowered his eyes and didn't explain that he really thought it was Mount Fuji.

He was afraid that his sister would punch him out.

"Yesterday, I was wrong, sis. I shouldn't have said that Mr. Xie looked old. He set up a foundation in the slums. He paid my tuition fees, and the living expenses I got from there have helped me a lot. He is my benefactor. I think I should apologize to him."

His benefactor gave him living expenses, but he didn't even want to give his benefactor a box of scar - removing cream.

He was so bad!

Speaking of this, Lin Mo remembered that she had lied to Xie Guanyan.

She didn't cook that meal herself, but Xie Guanyan still thought she had cooked it by herself.

"At that time, when you took Auntie Zhen and left the rental house, it was also Xie Guanyan who helped me find you," Lin Mo said casually.

Shen Ji'an's eyes widened, and he felt even more remorseful.

Ah! He was so wrong.

He really wanted to kowtow to Mr. Xie!

Lin Mo looked at her phone again. The message she had typed hadn't been sent yet.

She had previously thought about giving him a solemn apology, but she had been too busy these days and forgotten.

Today, Shen Ji'an also wanted to apologize.

Why not just invite him over, and the two of them could invite him to a meal and admit their mistakes.

Otherwise, if they were found out later, it would hurt the relationship between them.

The relationship between the landlord and the tenant.

"Then how about we invite him to a meal?" Lin Mo asked Shen Ji'an.

"Sure! Sure!" Shen Ji'an said. "I'll also give him that box of scar - removing cream!"

Outside the huge floor - to - ceiling window, the traffic was bustling, and the neon lights were flashing.

A man in a white suit with broad shoulders and a narrow waist stood in front of the window.

His hand holding the phone hung down, and the blue veins on the cold - white back of his hand bulged slightly, looking inexplicably sexy.

Behind the silver - rimmed glasses, his glassy eyes were filled with deep uneasiness.

This was the first time he had voluntarily sent a message to Shan Shan (a pet name for Lin Mo).

It wasn't that he didn't want to send messages before; he just didn't dare to.

He was afraid that sending a message would disturb her, and he was also afraid that she wouldn't reply.

Just like now, after sending the message, he became restless and couldn't concentrate on anything else.

He was very nervous.

He didn't know if Shan Shan still needed his help.

Use him. He wanted to be used!

In the eyes of the handsome man in the white suit, who looked gentle and holy, there was a hint of darkness floating under the glasses.

When Shan Shan used him, they could hold hands like a couple...

But it had been three minutes since he sent the message, and she still hadn't replied.

What was she thinking about?

Gu Jingchuan must have found her again. Was she wavering?

"Buzz... Buzz..."

The phone vibrated, and the vibration made his palm tingle slightly.

He raised his hand, wanting to see her reply immediately.

But when the phone was in front of his eyes, he closed them again.

His heart was beating so fast that it seemed to jump out of his chest.

Was it a rejection or an acceptance?

He was a little afraid to look.

His single hand with distinct knuckles loosened his tie, and he took a deep breath. Then he lifted his long eyelashes.

[Sure. My fourth brother and I just want to invite you to a meal. I wonder if you've eaten?]

The man's thin lips slowly curved into a beautiful arc, and his eyes behind the glasses were filled with excitement and madness.

He could go to pick up Shan Shan!

Shan Shan was going to invite him to a meal!

How happy he was.

[Not yet]

Xie Guanyan's cold - white fingertips typed a reply. He sat back at the office desk and put down the phone.

His clear - boned hand opened a white velvet box, picked up the little golden dog pendant inside, and gently placed it in his palm as if it were a precious treasure. His eyes were filled with a gloomy and sticky look.