The Holy Father of Dog Blood is Awakened {BL} (MTL)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9 009

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    Xia Huiyan's side progressed smoothly. Lin Youzhuo remotely shut down Lin's intranet during the interval between reading in the old teaching building, causing Lin's network to be paralyzed.

    Ten minutes later, Lin Youzhuo received an invitation from the Lin family, saying that Lin Xuecheng, the chairman of the board of directors, was willing to hire him to work in the Lin family with an annual salary of 2 million.

    Lin Youzhuo stared at the three words "Lin Xuecheng" and replied four words: "Time and place."

    Lin's second reply: "Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, Lin's headquarters."

    Lin Youzhuo closed the notebook and turned to look out the window.

    The sun was just right, and it was bright, but it was isolated from the old teaching building by the large roses. Only the mottled light fell on the table with a few dots.

    Lin Youzhuo's black eyes narrowed slightly, and he stretched out his hand to stick out the window. In an instant, a beam of golden light enveloped his palm. The line in the palm of the palm was slightly darker than the surrounding area. The palm is divided into two segments.

    Li Xiaoxin said that this is called the broken palm pattern, and only people who are cold-blooded and ruthless have it. She has a saying that she often talks about: "No matter how nice you are, you are still a white-eyed wolf, so it's useless to be nice to you, you are born cold-blooded."

    Lin Youzhuo The corners of his mouth evoked a shallow arc, and his slender and transparent fingers slowly folded, and the beam of sunlight was put into his palm.

    He is not cold-blooded.

    It's just that he doesn't want to warm them, they are not worthy.

    The next day, I was going to report from the aerospace industry. Today, Lin Youzhuo didn't read a book very late, so he returned to the dormitory early.

    The dormitory was unusually quiet, and everyone tacitly didn't mention the noon thing. Zhou Wu didn't even play games, and was reading with his sixth-level vocabulary.

    It was Lin Youzhuo who came out of the shower to break the silence: "I'm going to report on the aerospace project tomorrow morning."

    Zhou Wu opened the book, gave a thumbs up and said, "The great god is the great god, cow!"

    Du Jiayuan was still taking a step back for noon, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He didn't eat at night, he was too weak to pull the curtain of the bed, half of his head was hanging by the bed, and the whole person said: "Congratulations, congratulations, warm congratulations. But I didn't eat, I just Don't go down and dance to cheer up."

    Zhou Wu didn't look at it: "Just your elementary school student broadcasting gymnastics, it's almost a spoiler."

    Du Jiayuan was too lazy to pay attention to him.

    Lin Youzhuo walked to his desk, opened the drawer and flipped through it for a while. He took something and turned around and threw it to Du Jiayuan: "Here."

    Du Jiayuan hurriedly raised his upper body to catch it. Packed with fondant.

    Tangerine-shaped, translucent orange, almost as real as it is.

    I have seen this candy Du Jiayuan several times, and every time Lin Youzhuo receives a call from his parents, or is too tired, he eats this candy.