Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Extra: How can you tell whether I am a man or a woman? (15)

Recalling what happened between him and Ling Zhao in high school, Ji Lin closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

This lunch break is wasted.

He got up from bed, washed up, left the house, got on his bike and headed for school.

He went to school in Zurich. Unlike ordinary college students, he took purely professional courses. His course schedule was very full, and he almost went back and forth between school and residence every day.

He couldn't say he was tired, because he knew that his sister was more tired than him managing the company, but it was a bit boring.

But after meeting Ling Zhao today, he seemed to feel that such a boring life seemed to have a different color.

Although he and Ling Zhao didn't have that many interactions.

On Friday, after class, Ji Lin walked out of the professor's office, took out his cell phone and opened Ling Zhao's class schedule.

Ling Zhao has no class today.

The person who investigated told him that when Ling Zhao didn't have classes, he would spend most of his time in the library.

The library of the University of Zurich is very large, and it is not easy to find someone without contacting them in advance.

Before entering the room, Ji Lin turned his phone to silent mode and then walked towards a place where there were not many people. He wanted to try his luck to see if he could meet the little guy.

Sure enough, he found Ling Zhao in a corner.

He still likes to stay in places where there are few people, just like before.

Ling Zhao was flipping through a book. He lowered his head and flipped through it a few times. Perhaps he didn't find the book he wanted, so he frowned slightly, pursed his lips, and put the book back.

His eyes were fixed on a book that was much taller than the others.

Just as he was trying to find a way to take the book down, suddenly a slender hand passed by his ear, grabbed the book and pulled it out.

"You still haven't grown taller after all these years." The man's smiling low voice filled his ears.

Ling Zhao turned around suddenly, but he didn't expect Ji Lin to be so close to him, so close that he bumped into his arms as soon as he turned around. Ji Lin lowered his head, and his nose just brushed Ji Lin's chin.

My heart felt like it was gently massaged.

Ji Lin suddenly clenched the book tightly, and for a moment he forgot to step back.

He lowered his eyes to look at Ling Zhao who was retreating in a hurry in his arms, and quickly pulled him over, "You'll be in pain if you hit your head on the bookshelf."

As he said that, he took a step back, let go of Ling Zhao and handed him the book. He glanced at the cover and asked, "Why are you reading a nursing book?"

Ling Zhao took the book and said, "My mother has been in a vegetative state for many years. I should learn more so that I can take care of her when she wakes up."

Ji Lin then remembered that when Ling Zhao was young, his mother had an accident while traveling abroad and became a vegetable.

"Where is your mother now?"

Ling Zhao leaned against the bookshelf. "It was in a hospital in London where the accident happened."

Ji Lin did not miss the loneliness in his eyes.

He patted Ling Zhao's shoulder and said, "Look at me. The doctor diagnosed me as a vegetable, but I'm still here in front of you, okay?"

Ling Zhao glanced at the hand on his shoulder, "Are you okay?"

"It's completely fine now."

Ling Zhao nodded.

Ji Lin asked him, "Have you been traveling between Zurich and London in recent years?"

"I spend most of my time in Zurich and go to London once a month." Ling Zhao answered every question.

"Then return to Nancheng?"

Ling Zhao paused and nodded.

"Then why don't you come to me?" Ji Lin didn't realize how anxious his tone was when he asked this question.

Ling Zhao's eyes quickly passed over Ji Lin's hand, he lowered his head and said lightly: "I don't remember much, I was back for a short time, so you don't know."

In fact, he went back to South City twice.

One time was after the news report came out that Ji Lin was in a coma after a car accident.

Another time, it was after Ji Lin woke up and attended a press conference announcing his retirement. He wore a mask and mingled with some reporters, and Ji Lin did not recognize him.

Ling Zhao didn't intend to tell Ji Lin this.

Because it is not necessary.

After the two left the library, Ji Lin wanted to treat Ling Zhao to dinner.

"I want to go back."

Ling Zhao's attitude towards Ji Lin could not be described as indifferent.

But it was bland.

Even beneath the dullness, there is a subtle sense of alienation.

Ji Lin wasn't sure if he guessed correctly.

He nodded and said, "Okay, let's have dinner together next time."

Ling Zhao didn't say anything else, turned around and got into a car.

He has been in Zurich for seven years. As early as the year he arrived, Ling Feng bought a property for him here, a small detached building.

He knew it was not because of how good or caring Ling Feng was to him.

Instead, he lives in a small detached building and doesn't come into contact with many people every day, making it less likely that his true identity will be exposed.

What Ling Feng wants is absolute safety.

When Ling Zhao returned home, he had only a nanny to take care of his daily life.

Ling Feng found her for him in Zurich. She can speak Chinese and cook Chinese food.

"Master, dinner will be served soon."

Ling Zhao nodded and went to wash his hands.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

The nanny wiped her hands and prepared to open the door.

Ling Zhao took off his coat and said, "I'll go."

He walked to the entrance and opened the door.

A gust of cold wind smiled in the sunshine, and on the other side of the light and shadow, Ji Lin looked at him with a smile.

Ling Zhao tightly grasped the door handle and was stunned for a long time, "You..."

"Ling Zhao, I'm hungry."

"If you're hungry, just...just...come in." Ling Zhao bit his tangled tongue.

Ji Lin smiled and followed Ling Zhao into the house.

He took off his coat, and just then the nanny came into the restaurant carrying dishes and looked at Ji Lin in surprise.

Ling Zhao said to her, "Stir-fry two more dishes and add some chili peppers."

After giving the order, Ling Zhao called Ji Lin to move forward, "Let's eat slowly first."

Ji Lin looked at Ling Zhao's profile with complicated eyes.

He likes spicy food, Ling Zhao still remembers.

For a moment he couldn't describe what he felt in his heart. His chest kept swelling and getting hot, like a hot air balloon about to explode.

At the dinner table, Ling Zhao said very little and he hardly even looked at Ji Lin.

Ji Lin became more certain of his guess.

Ling Zhao was really distancing himself from him.

This is not the way friends who haven't seen each other for many years get along.

After dinner, Ling Zhao said, "It's getting late. You should go back. I have something else to do later."

Ji Lin's tongue tip touched his cheek, feeling extremely uncomfortable, so he simply asked, "Why do you reject me so much?"

Ling Zhao's pale face looked unnatural for a moment.

He glanced at Ji Lin, then quickly looked away, "I didn't..."

"If you have it, you have it."

A 1.87-meter-tall man said this, and it somehow made people feel that he was acting like a spoiled child.

Ling Zhao took a deep breath, "I'm not rejecting you, but I'm not used to having someone around me for so many years. Ji Lin, I'm very happy to see you again, but it's better for us not to get too close."