Serious people who eat official match[Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 12

In fact, there is no need to guess.

After the first page was opened, Song Yan's name caught Lin Litian's eyes just like that. The two words that were so familiar, against the background of black and white characters, seemed to burn people's eyes.

Because Song Yan was only a sophomore when he invested, this qualification evaluation was very detailed and thicker than normal.

There was a rush of turbid air in his chest, which made his heart ache.

"No, brother, aren't you surprised!" Yu Lin spent the whole night playing this riddle, grabbed the document, looked up and down, and exclaimed, "Where did the little dumb get so much money at that time!"

Lin Litian picked up the wine on the table and drank it all, too lazy to correct his address, "That's right, where did you get so much money..."

It didn't seem like he was asking Yu Lin, but rather he was asking himself.

A sophomore, if he remembers correctly, the first investment was over 1000 and [-] million at that time, even if Song Yan is a real rich second generation, it is impossible to take out this money all at once.

"Don't tell me, you and the little dumb brother have a good relationship, and more than 1000 million and [-] million were directly invested." Yu Lin sighed.

Hearing this, Lin Litian stretched out his hand and poured another glass of wine.

Seeing that he was pouring in such a hurry, Yu Lin quietly pushed the wine bottle towards him, but unexpectedly, Lin Litian gave it to him with a look, and he pushed it back in a batch of cowardice.

He wanted to cry but thought without tears, if he was drunk, how could the 1.9-meter man be able to carry it!

The burning sensation of the spirits flowed down the throat and into the lungs, making it uncomfortably hot. The only way to relieve it was to keep drinking, through a vicious circle, to numb the senses with alcohol.

Since the first investment came from Song Yan, it was impossible for He Jia to contact Qingsheng Venture Capital himself.

If Yuanshen knew that it was Song Yan who was helping him, he would definitely not accept it, so Song Yan gave up his painstaking efforts to help Yuanshen tide over the difficulties.

At that time, Yuanzheng and He Jia were in the period of passionate love, probably because he was dazzled by the sweetness, thinking that He Jia loved him to the bottom of his heart, and would do anything for him.

Emotions are naturally better.

How much friendship can achieve this level.

Lin Litian squeezed the wine glass and laughed rustlingly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Song Yan is really handy at making wedding dresses for others.

Yu Lin watched him drink more and more, one glass after another, and half of the bottle of spirits drained instantly, so he snatched another bottle in fright, and wailed with a mournful face: "Brother, stop drinking, if you drink like this, you will lose your stomach tomorrow !"

But it was too late, Lin Litian leaned back on the back of the sofa, his head was a little empty when he was drunk, the crystal lamp on the roof cast diamond-shaped light and shadow, hitting his face, shaking his eyes sorely.

"Song Yan..." he murmured in a low voice.

My mind was empty, and all thoughts dissipated, I just called this name almost instinctively.

"What?" Seeing him muttering, Yu Lin leaned over to listen, but couldn't hear anything clearly.

He took out his mobile phone, and was about to find a substitute driver for the drunk man to take him back to the little mute's house, when Lin Litian's mobile phone rang.

The man who was so drunk one second ago that his eyes were blind, took out his mobile phone precisely in the next second, and pressed the connect button.

Is this drunk or not?

Yu Lin stared blankly at the man who stuck the phone to his ear and didn't speak.

After a minute of silence, Lin Litian opened his mouth. Each word was deeper than the last, and the ending sound dissipated directly between his lips and teeth, "Little dumb..."

The memories and emotions in the original body surged and swallowed, and the consciousness that Lin Litian could control seemed to be trapped in a certain square inch of his mind, and he could only watch the emotions belonging to the original body flood.

It was depressing powerlessness and sadness.

Lin Litian let go of these feelings.

Because Song Yanwei was also shocked by the bottom of what Yuanshen could do.

After saying these three words, there was no sound again.

"Brother? Are you drunk?"

Yu Lin couldn't stand it anymore, snatched the phone from him, and told Song Yan the current situation, "I'll find a substitute driver to send him back, and you will pick him up at the villa later."

"No need." Song Yan said immediately, "I'm at Ehco, where are you? I'll go up and pick him up."

Yu Lin immediately gave him the box number.

In less than 5 minutes, the door of the box was opened, and Yu Lin's eyes lit up, looking at Song Yan who entered the door as if he had seen the savior.

The two originally wanted to help Lin Litian downstairs, but when Lin Litian saw Song Yan coming, he supported the sofa and stood up steadily.

Song Yan grabbed his arm and looked at his unfocused eyes: "Can I go?"

He nodded with half-closed eyes, pulled off Song Yan's hand, and pressed it on his wrist, "Yes, you can take me ahead."

It seems normal, but it can't be blamed.

After going downstairs, Song Yan put Lin Litian into the back seat, turned his head to say goodbye to Yu Lin, and then sat on it.

The partition inside the car completely blocked the driver's view. Once the door was closed, the cramped space was filled with the smell of alcohol. Lin Litian sat on the left side, with his elbows on his knees, and his palms pressed his swollen temples in circles.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that he was uncomfortable, Song Yan asked quickly.

Lin Litian's throat was hoarse from the alcohol, his temples and scalp hurt, and he closed his eyes, "Headache."

Song Yan wanted to rub him for him, so he leaned over and sat down. When it was time to raise his hand, Lin Litian dodged it. Song Yan's hand was in mid-air, with a confused look on his face.

"It doesn't smell good, you don't like it." Lin Litian leaned sideways to the car door, looked directly at the person in front of him, and said softly.

"Let me press it for you." Song Yan didn't let go of his hand, and kept it in mid-air. The two just looked at each other, waiting for the other to take a step back.

In the end, it was Lin Litian who was defeated first, he lowered his head slightly and leaned over, touched Song Yan's finger, and hit Song Yan's wrist with his breath.

The car was very air-conditioned, Song Yan's fingers were cold, and he had been waiting in the car for a long time.

Lin Litian was dizzy, his head sank weakly, and his forehead pressed against Song Yan's shoulder, "Song Yan... little dumb, I have a headache..."

The tall man curled up in the back seat, looking a little aggrieved, and the only thing left in his mouth was this sentence.

Headache.

Just thinking about that aptitude assessment makes my head feel torn apart, like a burst of pain.

Song Yan supported the back of his neck, lowered the partition halfway, and shouted anxiously: "Uncle Qiu, don't go back to the villa, go to the apartment."

"Okay, young master." Uncle Qiu responded, holding the steering wheel and changing the car's lane.

The apartment in the urban area is not far from Ehco. Before Lin Litian lived in a villa, Song Yan often lived in the apartment. The apartment is close to the company, and when living alone, it is not as big as the villa. People panicked, and the aunt sent by their parents was always watching.

When he arrived at the apartment, Lin Litian was so drunk that he knew that this was a new place no matter how dazed he was. He leaned against the door and looked at the place with heavy eyelids while Song Yan was helping him find shoes.

The apartment is not big, and the layout of the house can be seen at a glance. The style is similar to that of a villa. There is a log-colored fabric sofa covered with a beige square blanket, and there are several glasses on the coffee table of the same color. There is only one opening facing above, everything else is upside down.

There are already blooming tulips planted on the balcony, and outside the balcony are tall buildings, with yellow stamens and dim lights embellishing the night.

After looking at it for a few more seconds, the objects in front of him were all doubled, so he lowered his eyelids and didn't look again.

He was brought into the guest room by Song Yan, thinking that he was dirty, so he sat down next to the edge of the bed instead of lying down.

Song Yan went out to the living room non-stop to look for sober medicine, the sound of footsteps hitting his eardrums, his attention was attracted, and he followed Song Yan closely.

There was no hangover medicine in the apartment, and Song Yan called the pharmacy, but because it was too late, no medicine was delivered.

Song Yan went back to the guest room and talked to Lin Litian, told him not to move around, and went out to buy medicine.

When the door of the living room was closed, Lin Litian pinched his collar and lowered his head to smell it. The smell of wine was unpleasant. Song Yan must not like it. He unbuttoned all the buttons, took off his shirt and threw it into a corner.

In less than a minute, he thought he didn't throw it far enough, so he walked over to pick it up and threw it into the laundry basket in the bathroom.

Then he wanted to wash his face again, but the faucet in the guest bedroom was not producing water. He stared at the faucet intently, thought hard for half a second with his dizzy head, and then raised his hand to pat it hard.

Still no water.

"Tsk." He whispered to himself, "You are also a little dumb."

The guest bedroom is next to the master bedroom. The door of the master bedroom is closed, but not locked. He opened the door and went in. He washed his face in the bathroom of the master bedroom and felt much more comfortable.

The master bedroom is much larger than the guest bedroom, and the light in the bathroom only has enough light to illuminate half of it.

There is a vague fragrance in the air, the curtains are drawn tightly, the quilt hangs down half a corner on the carpet, the opposite glass cabinet occupies half of the wall, half is hidden in the dark, half is exposed to the light, among which there are various Lots of little things.

There are countless books, decorations, trophies and certificates, and photo frames of different sizes.

Lin Litian took a closer look, only to find that Song Yan was in only a handful of photos.

One of them is a family portrait of him and Song's father and Song's mother. The tall man and the gentle woman are holding the young boy. The two adults look very happy, but the boy seems absent-minded. Looking directly at the camera, I don't know where I'm looking.

The date recorded in the lower right corner of the photo is when Song Yan was 12 years old.

The 12-year-old Song Yan has neat short hair, his facial features have not yet opened, and his face is more delicate than now. When he smiles, his eyebrows and eyes are slightly curved, and his lips are pursed in a smile.

Lin Litian felt that the background of this photo was very familiar, but if he tried hard to recall, those memories that belonged to this body but not his, began to tear him into two different people.

Headaches from alcohol can be more intense.

He simply gave up struggling and turned to look at other photos.

Except for the group photo with her parents and the graduation photo with Song Yan, there is no Song Yan in the other photos, all of them are the original body.

Lin Litian slid his fingertips across the glass, looking at them one by one.

The timeline of these photos spans a long time, from a boy in high spirits at the age of twelve or thirteen, to the current suit and leather shoes, basketball games, speeches on stage, outings...

The most conspicuous one is at the gate of the school. The crowd is all students wearing high school uniforms, their faces filled with the joy of surviving after a catastrophe. Eye-catching, with two pens pinned in the pocket of his school uniform jacket, seeing someone patting him, he raised his chin slightly and looked over with a hearty and frivolous smile.

There are four words written in the lower right corner - happy graduation.

Half an hour later, Song Yan returned to the apartment, carrying the hangover medicine he had bought in his hand, and went to the kitchen to pour hot water, but the guest lying on the bed was not there.

"Brother?" He tentatively called out, and then heard a sound from the balcony of the living room.

The sliding door of the balcony was ajar, and the person he was looking for was sitting on the swing chair, his eyes fell on a small piece of tulips in full bloom, looking ecstatic.

The upper body is naked, the muscle texture is clearly visible in the moonlight, and the shirt that was taken off does not know where it is thrown.

Song Yan's eyelids trembled, and he blinked quickly, forcing himself to calm down, walked over with a water glass and medicine, stood beside him, and asked, "Why did you come out?"

Only then did Lin Litian look at him, his pupils were pitch black and bottomless, "boring."

When he was drunk, he talked less than when he was sober. The two people's personalities seemed to be reversed, and Song Yan asked him what he answered.

The room was actually not stuffy, it was because he felt uncomfortable in his heart that he came out to sit for a meeting.

Song Yan handed over the thing in his hand, "Take the sober medicine, and the headache will stop."

Then he asked him where he threw his clothes. Lin Litian thought for a second before saying that he threw them into the laundry basket, then frowned and said in an extremely disgusted tone: "Dirty."

He swallowed the hangover medicine and drank all the water in the water glass.

But he refused to go in, Song Yan was afraid that he would catch a cold, and there was no suitable pajamas for him in the apartment, so he could only find a blanket for him to cover.

Tucking the quilt tightly under his body, Song Yan just wanted to get up when Lin Litian grabbed his wrist, "little dumb, sit with me for a while."

After drinking water, his throat is no longer as hoarse as before.

The swing chair, which was originally enough to accommodate two people, was cramped after the two big men sat down. Song Yan's buttocks were stuck to it, and he felt awkward after changing several positions.

Lin Litian arched his waist and lay on his side, leaving a space just enough to accommodate Song Yan.

But if Song Yan sat in, the two of them would be hugging each other. .

He propped up the chair with half of his palm, pretending to be calm, "Just sit like this."

Lin Litian squinted his eyes halfway, seeing that he didn't speak, and suddenly kicked the floor with his feet to borrow some strength, and the swing chair swayed back and forth.

Song Yan, who was not sitting still, was brought forward suddenly, almost flew out, and subconsciously grabbed the arm next to him.

Lin Litian clasped his shoulders and lifted him up with a little force, and he lay down in the chair.

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感谢在2022-03-0917:53:03~2022-03-1018:31:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottles of Gugu Bubbles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!