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Chapter 11 Little Black Fan

Lin Jing raised his head and looked over, then froze.

It's Chen Jing.

He held the other half of the fixed glass with one hand, leaned half of his body out of the window, stretched his neck to look at her and reminded her with a smile: "Little sister, you are lost, this is not your home."

Lin Jing: "..."

little sister?
Lin Jing's throat choked up, he looked down at his chest, then raised his head to look at Chen Jing again.

Chen Jing saw that she not only didn't leave, but also looked at himself and her.

The two looked at each other for about ten seconds, and Chen Jing understood: "...an illegitimate meal?"

Lin Jing: "..."

bastard your mother...

The swear words came to his lips, before Lin Jing could spit them out, the phone rang.

She looked down at the caller ID, it was a call from a charity organization, she gave Chen Jing a hard look, turned her back, dragged her suitcase, and walked to the side of the road opposite the villa to answer the phone.

The caller was a person in charge of the charity: "Lin Jing, the person who didn't leave his name, only his phone number, ending in 25, a few poor students he sponsored before, did well in the high school entrance examination, give him I made a handmade gift and want to entrust us to hand it over to him, haven't you been in charge of connecting with him, can you contact him and ask for an address or something?"

Lin Jing knew Shengguan's phone number after he failed the college entrance examination for the first time.

That phone number remained in her address book until a year later when she received the admission letter from Peking University. After successfully landing, she entered the university. Under Jiang Wan's suggestion, she joined a public welfare organization as a volunteer, and then worked in a public welfare organization. I saw a familiar phone number on one of my lists.

She was the one who offered to answer that phone number.

In this year, except for the charity, she didn't call Shengquan for anything else.

During the year, she had contacted Shengqin quite a few times, but every time she contacted, she was more or less excited and nervous.

After hanging up the person in charge, Lin Jing swallowed, took a deep breath, and dialed the phone number of Sheng.

The moment the signal was connected, along with the ringtone from Lin Jing's mobile phone, a pleasant ringtone sounded behind her.

Lin Jing was taken aback by this coincidence, thinking, when she made a phone call, the ringtone would ring behind her, and those who didn't know thought the grand occasion was behind her...

Chen Jing's figure suddenly sounded: "Kuang Zai."

Lin Jing shook his hand and turned his head subconsciously.

Grand situation wearing a black mask, carrying a big bag in his hand, standing in front of the door where she just entered the doorbell, fumbling for the phone from his pocket.

Lin Jing: "!!"

What a coincidence.

The grand occasion is really behind her.

At the moment when Sheng Guan answered the phone, Lin Jing took the phone from his ear and hung up without thinking.

Chen Jing opened the door from the inside: "Whose phone is it?"

Sheng Kuan stuffed the phone back into his pocket: "I don't know."

Grand occasion entered the door, just about to go in, saw Chen Jing standing at the door, holding the door and staring at the person directly opposite, he paused, turned his head, and was about to ask Chen Jing what he was doing, when out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the man on the other side of the road. people.

A very small girl, wearing a pleated skirt, white sneakers, and socks of the same color as the top, her legs are thin and straight, and under the summer sun, they are white and reflective.

Sheng Kan moved his gaze upwards and landed on Lin Jing's masked face.

The mask was a bit familiar, and the Pikachu printed on it seemed familiar.

While thinking about where she seemed to have seen that mask before, Chen Jing next to him suddenly realized, "I remember, I know who she is."

"Kuang Zai, little black fan!"

"When she was in the finals, she wanted to be your mother's little black fan."

Lin Jing: "..."

Bastard meal, little black fan...

For a moment, Lin Jing wanted to smash the mobile phone in his hand on Chen Jing's forehead.

Impressed by the grand occasion of this little black fan, she said "uh" slowly, and her eyes fell from Lin Jing's face to the big suitcase beside her lap.

Seeing that both of them had entered the villa, Lin Jing dug out the chat records, checked the house number again, dragged a big suitcase, crossed the road, and came to the two of them: "Excuse me, this is C-1-2 ?"

Sheng Guang was carrying something, and looked at Lin Jing who was a head shorter than him through the door with downcast eyelids, "Yes."

Lin Jing: "Then how did you two enter this villa?"

Chen Jing was amused by Lin Jing's words: "Anyway, he didn't crawl in."

Lin Jing glanced at Chen Jing: "I mean, did you get permission from the owner of the villa when you entered this villa?"

Chen Jing was completely overjoyed, and smiled cheerfully as he bumped into Shengquan's arm: "Master, did you get permission from the owner of the villa before you entered this villa?"

Lord, master...

Lin Jing paused for two seconds when he heard this title, and looked at the grand occasion with a stiff neck: "... Isn't this Aunt Qin Yao's home?"

Pomp: "Yes."

Lin Jing: "Then..."

Grand occasion: "Aunt Qin Yao is my mother."

Lin Jing: "The password of the villa..."

Grand occasion: "I changed it."

Lin Jing: "..."

Sheng Guang drooped his eyelids, looked at the speechless little girl, and after two seconds: "How do you know Aunt Qin Yao?"

Why does he keep calling her Aunt Qin Yao like she did?

Lin Jing twitched the corners of his lips, turned to WeChat, and played Qin Yao's voice in the group chat to the grand occasion.

A familiar voice, a familiar tone.

Hearing the pomp and circumstance made his head ache, before Lin Jing finished playing, he raised his eyelids and asked, "So, you want to live here?"

Lin Jing didn't have to live here, it was because no one lived there before, but now that her own son has come to live here, of course she doesn't need to live here.

What's more, her biological son doesn't seem to welcome her to live here...

Lin Jing shook his head knowingly: "I don't have to live here."

Pomp: "No, you can live here."

Chen Jing opened his eyes wide and turned to look at the grand situation: "Kuang Zai?!"

Grand situation ignored Chen Jing, looked down at Lin Jing slightly: "You must live here."

(End of this chapter)