"Let's go, son! Let's go to the hospital quickly. All of them are so injured. What else can I take pictures?"
Han’s father didn’t want to make trouble and was in the business world. It would be better not to leave a bad impression on Jing Yuan! Although it is very difficult to curry favor with men who usually exist in this myth.
In this way, Han Mingze was pulled away by his father, and his mother didn't dare to say much.
The director looked at Zhang Linmo and looked at Jingting again, "Mr. Jing, you can leave too." He reminded in a low voice.
Jingting turned his eyes and his lukewarm gaze fell on his younger brother's face, as if he didn't want to leave.
Zhang Linmo originally had the sight of her brother, but then he couldn't bear it and dodged his eyes.
Because he doesn't understand his brother's mind, should he take him away?
Or... really want to keep him?
My brother looked a little unhappy and kept a stern face.
If he really wants to be locked up, then if he has a child with Jinxia in the future, will the case cause affect the child?
Lin Mo was anxious and regretted his impulse, but he did not expect that he would delay his brother.
At this time, the director also felt that the atmosphere was a bit of a problem.
So he tactfully called his people to leave, avoiding them, giving the two brothers some time.
Jingting was very calm. His expression did not change due to changes in the surrounding environment, and was still a little cold.
In other words, since Han Mingze was taken away, his eyes have been on his younger brother's face, but this younger brother is a little afraid to look at him.
silence……
Zhang Linmo thought calmly and knew that his brother was very busy, so he must have taken the time to come.
So, he found with conscience that he had caused too many things to his brother over the years, especially during this period, more.
So, Zhang Linmo plucked up the courage and cleared his throat. He turned to face Jingting and bowed to him 90 degrees, "Brother, I'm sorry!" His voice was loud and from the bottom of his heart.
He was very sincere, bent over and pricked up his ears and waited for his brother to speak!
It seemed as if the brother didn't say anything, he kept bowing.
Jingting was not moved, and his thin lips opened lightly, "An Qier has changed, Han Mingze has changed, do you have any requirements?"
"It's gone!" Zhang Linmo raised his head, and the two of them gathered again.
Because he didn't hear his brother's blame, Zhang Linmo breathed a sigh of relief, stood up straight and said, "Brother! I will definitely take good photos! I won't cause you any more trouble! Trust me!"
Jingting didn't say anything and still stared at him unhappily.
"Brother, I didn't lose this fight!" Zhang Linmo smiled.
Jingting's eyes were cold and cold, "How did you get the injuries on your body?" He also knew that it was not caused by a fight.
"Last night... I almost got into a car accident and was injured."
"..." Jingting quietly sweated for him, his face still serious, "Fighting cannot solve the problem. Han Mingze said so, you should also reflect on yourself. You can stand firm in one day when you have a fickle personality. The impression of being infatuated is not that reliable.
It can be left to people in a short time.”
"I understand, brother." He was like a child who did something wrong.
Jingting's eyes were deep and quiet, "What do you know?"
ah?
Have to ask about the follow-up?
What's wrong with my brother today?
Zhang Linmo looked at him and could feel his seriousness, so he thought for a while, "I know that the fight can't solve the problem, and I will pay attention in the future."
"Ten thousand words of review, I will give it to me in a week." Jingting's eyes closed, and his whole body exuded a sense of ascetic and indifferent aura.
Zhang Linmo raised his chin and his eyes were shocked, but his brother didn't seem to be joking at all. Gradually, Lin Mo could only accept it in his heart.
"The handwriting must be neat." Jingting opened his thin lips lightly and added lightly.
"Ah?" Zhang Linmo was frightened, "You want me to write it by hand?"
Jingting's eyes turned slightly, "What about that?" His tone was a little lazy, but it was mixed with coldness.
Zhang Linmo immediately didn't dare to say another word, "Okay."