Chapter 7 Inexplicable Power Pull

Lin Yan left the house amidst the yelling and scolding of her aunt.

Every time she wanted to stand up, life always hit her with a fatal blow.

Her bad luck will probably follow her for the rest of her life...

There was no other way. In the end, Lin Yan could only call Wang Jingyang, the only friend he could ask for help in the country.

"Hey, Lin Yan? A rare visitor! Why do you take the initiative to find me when you have time?"

"Dog... Next month, can I stay at your place for a few days?"

On the other end of the phone, Wang Jingyang's voice paused, "What's wrong? Don't you live with your aunt?"

"I can't pay the rent this month." Lin Yan smiled wryly.

"What? Didn't you pay for your aunt's house?"

"Yeah..." Lin Yan was helpless.

Wang Jingyang jumped, "Damn, this old woman with a black conscience! I said Lin Yan, how blind are you, look at what kind of white-eyed wolves are around you!"

Lin Yan smiled: "How come, isn't there still you?"

Wang Jingyang was stunned for a moment, then snorted, and his voice was obviously a lot more pleasant, "It's good that you know! I'm near the university town, come and find me, young master, please make a string!"

Lin Yan: "Okay."

Lin Yan looked at the hung up phone, and a warm color appeared in his eyes.

summer night.

At the entrance of the university town, the barbecue stall is the best time for business.

Lin Yan saw Wang Jingyang with black earrings and dyed dark purple hair sitting there drinking beer from a distance.

Relying on the high value of the face, I really do whatever I want...

If someone else had this color of hair, it would scare people to death, but he really managed it.

The youth's facial features are sunny and handsome, with a bit of rebelliousness between the eyebrows, tall and straight, with slender legs, casually dressed in a black T-shirt and ripped jeans. The man who came out.

Even if it is placed in front of the hot little fresh meat in the circle today, it is not inferior at all...

There were quite a few college students at the barbecue stall, and the little girl at the next table had been secretly filming him with a mobile phone.

Probably found her, Wang Jingyang's eyes lit up and shook the bottle in his hand, "Lin Yan, here!"

Lin Yan also beckoned, then walked over and sat down opposite Wang Jingyang.

Lin Yan was wearing a white dress today, and her long, straight black hair fell on her shoulders obediently.

Wang Jingyang glanced at Lin Yan up and down, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, obviously disgusting.

"Can you stop dressing like this ghost? Lin Shuya dresses like this is a fresh and fresh female style, you dress like this, it's like I kidnapped you from the mountain!"

Lin Yan's head was full of black lines, "..."

What the hell kind of metaphor is this?

Well, she really doesn't know how to dress.

When you were a racer before, you didn't need to dress up.

When she is usually in front of Han Yixuan, she dresses according to the style he likes.

Later, when she entered the entertainment industry, it was Lin Shuya who asked her to wear what she wanted.

As for herself, she has absolutely no requirements for these, just put on a plastic bag.

Just as Lin Yan was about to speak, an inexplicable feeling suddenly flooded his body, and he glanced around subconsciously.

Her eyes slowly glanced around for a week, and finally fell under the shade of the trees on the opposite road.

There, a black car was parked quietly.

Lin Yan stared at the black car window, unable to look away for some reason, as if there was an inexplicable force pulling him...