Chapter 29

Lin Zhishui was pressed in his arms, crying so much that his nose was all over him, and He Yan, as if he didn't notice, still patted him on the back gently.

"Hi~uh~ hiccup~" After crying, Lin Zhishui kept hiccupping, which made He Yan almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Don't cry, kid." He Yan said with a smile.

"Brother He... Hiccup, you're still laughing at me." Lin Zhishui slapped He Yan on the back in embarrassment.

Being stuffed in He Yan's arms, his voice was muffled, but his mood was obviously much better.

"Well, I didn't laugh." He Yan pulled the man out of his arms, Lin Zhishui's eyes and nose were red, and his skin was fair, so he looked very pitiful at the moment.

He Yan couldn't hold back, and scratched his nose.

Lin Zhishui shrank back a bit, put his feet on He Yan's legs, and kicked him lightly.

"Come here." He Yan pinched his ankle.

There was a hint of itching from the ankle, Lin Zhishui was a little ticklish, and shrank back, but He Yan grabbed the ankle again.

He Yan circled his slender ankle with two fingers, and his warm fingertips stuck to the skin.

"Huh? Why are they so thin?" He Yan made a gesture, and the kid's ankle was thinner than his own arm.

If his hands were stronger, he might be crushed directly.

Lin Zhishui shook his legs uncomfortably, "Let go of me."

His voice was still hoarse, and he sounded soft and powerless, without any deterrent effect.

He Yan didn't let go, but instead licked the corner of his lips towards him.

Lin Zhishui kicked him with the other foot, and was easily caught by He Yan.

Now both feet were held in one hand by him, He Yan chuckled lightly: "Little friend, are you still crying?"

"Do you know how I solved He Ting's crying when he was a child?"

Lin Zhishui shook his head blankly, but was a little nervously excited because of the strange feeling of his feet being bound.

"Hmm..." He Yan dragged his voice on purpose, and then touched the soles of his feet with his free hand, like scratching with a feather.

It is precisely this kind of strength that is the most unbearable.

Lin Zhishui was attacked by the sudden itching and tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes again.

"Don't...don't...Brother He, I was wrong..." Lin Zhishui began to struggle like a bound rabbit, but he couldn't help laughing and crying at the same time. How could he compete with He Yan in strength? Finally, out of breath, he fell on the bed and began to beg for mercy.

"Brother He...don't tickle me anymore, woohoo, I was really wrong..."

"Well, how long you cry, how long you punish."

"Brother He, I know I was wrong, stop scratching..." Lin Zhishui really had no strength, the itching on the soles of his feet made his scalp numb.

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The housekeeper, who wanted to deliver milk to his wife, turned and left with a loving smile on his face. He Ting, who happened to pass by, blushed and lowered his head.

He really didn't hear anything.

The butler blew his beard and stared at him and dragged him by the collar and carried him back to the second floor. The young master was indeed too much.

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Being made such a fuss by He Yan, Lin Zhishui's mood was surprisingly relaxed.

Perhaps it was because the stone that had been pressing on his heart for many years was finally gone. This night, he slept very peacefully.

It was because of He Yan's suffering that he went to the bathroom twice.

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The next day, Lin Zhishui found that the breakfast was richer than before.

There are more strange tonics, and there is an extra cushion on his chair for no reason.

The housekeeper glanced at his wife's swollen eyes, yes, sir, that's amazing.

He Ting, who was forced to get up to eat breakfast, sat opposite his brother and his sister-in-law with a pale face.

Why hasn't his brother gone to work today?

Cough, he really didn't know anything last night.

"Uncle Shen, prepare some sugar for him today." He Yan finished his meal slowly, and said to the housekeeper.

Lin Zhishui glared at him without any deterrent effect.

"I don't want it, there will be tooth decay." He is not a real child, he wants to eat candy all day long.

He Yan thought for a while: "Well, I can also prepare some cake."

"Uncle housekeeper, don't be prepared..." You'll get fat if you eat so much cake.

The butler smiled and nodded, obviously wanting to listen to what the gentleman said.

Lin Zhishui was so angry that He Yan touched his head: "Eating sweets will make you feel better."

"I'm in a good mood now." Lin Zhishui retorted.

He still remembers the matter of He Yan tickling him last night.

Just about to say "I want to eat too", He Ting shut his mouth.

Why is he here instead of dreaming in bed.

He Yan smiled lightly, and his tone was subconsciously pampered: "Good boy, be obedient."

Of course he knew why Lin Zhishui was like this.

"The company has something to do today, I may come back later, you and He Ting have dinner first." He patted Lin Zhishui's head again, as if he was addicted to it.

Hearing this, Lin Zhishui became a little wilted.

He Ting was very happy, his brother's absence meant he was free.

"He Ting, I'll take you to school." He Yan stood up, with a sullen face, and performed to his own brother what is a traditional Chinese art show - face changing.

"Ah...brother..." He Ting is now a sophomore in high school, and it is a tense time for study.

Lin Zhishui blinked, and cast a sympathetic look at He Ting.

After the two left, Lin Zhishui was waiting for the teacher to come in the living room, and received a call from Jiang Yuning.

"The guests of the reality show have been confirmed, and the recording time has also been confirmed. I have roughly sent the script to your mailbox. Also, "Spring River Green" is about to wrap up, and it may enter a promotional state. It may be busy by then, and will Try to stagger the recording period of the reality show as much as possible, so as to ensure your exposure, I have some new scripts here, I personally think they are good, you can choose them." Jiang Yuning spoke about the content of the work ably.

Lin Zhishui responded one by one and checked the email.

At the end, Jiang Yuning paused for a moment: "Have you been on Weibo today?"

"Huh? Not yet, what's the matter, Miss Jiang?"

The person on the opposite side struggled for a while, but still smiled: "It's okay, you can take a look at the guests I sent you first, it's best to familiarize yourself with them in advance, so that the recording won't be so embarrassing."

"Okay, I see, I will choose the script carefully, thank you, Sister Jiang."

"Well, then I'll hang up first."

Jiang Yuning stared at the phone with a broken face, who on earth is so vicious and caused trouble to this ancestor, Boss He will definitely kill himself after a while.

Either death or injury.

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In He Yan's office, the little assistant stood aside tremblingly, the legs of the two executives who bumped into the muzzle of the gun and came to report were about to go limp. Why was there lightning and thunder above the BOSS early in the morning? Help!