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

Ling Zhao hung up the phone and said to Ji Lin, "I need to go back to the Ling family. My grandfather has been feeling unwell recently and wants to see us grandchildren. It's a good opportunity for me to return to China, so let me go back."

Ji Lin grabbed her arm and asked, "Do you want to go?"

Having been threatened like this and forced to dress up as a man since she was a child, it goes without saying that Ling Zhao has no feelings for the Ling family at all.

What grandpa is not feeling well?

When Ling Zhao was not feeling well, who cared about her feelings?

"If you don't want to go, then we won't go."

He didn't want to see Ling Zhaogang forced himself to do something he didn't want to do just after getting off the plane.

Ling Zhao gave him a reassuring look and said nonchalantly, "I haven't seen Grandpa for a long time either. It doesn't hurt to go see him. You go see Fu Yan first. I'll contact you when I'm done here."

But she knew it very well in her heart.

Once I return to the Ling family and meet Ling Feng, it will not be easy to get away.

Before returning home, Ji Lin sent his flight information to his bodyguard Zhong Qing, who had already driven over.

He turned around, took the car keys from Zhong Qing, and handed them to Ling Zhao, "You drive my car back. After dinner, tell them you're going to visit a friend at the Huo family in Mingyu Mansion. Pick me up then."

What he wanted to say most was actually the middle sentence.

Anyone who has been around in South City knows who lives in the Huo family in Mingyu Mansion.

Even if the Ling family's foundation is deeper than the Ji family's, which family in South City has a foundation deeper than the Huo family?

As long as Ling Zhao said she wanted to go to the Huo family, how could the Ling family dare to force her to stay?

……

When Ji Lin arrived at the Huo family villa in Mingyu Mansion, he first saw Fu Yan's joke - Huo Mingzheng put a sign outside the kitchen that said "Mrs. Huo is not allowed to enter."

Because Fu Yan blew up the kitchen.

He laughed until tears came out of his eyes, but as he laughed, he suddenly realized that he was just the pot calling the kettle black, and was even worse than this, and all he felt was sadness in his heart.

Otherwise, he and Fu Yan could become best friends.

Later, Huo Mingzheng entered the kitchen, and he quickly followed him in, "Are you going to make dinner for Fu Xiaoyan'er?"

Huo Mingzheng nodded, skillfully opened the drawer of the cabinet, and took out a mask from it.

He paused, as if he had thought of something, and took out another mask.

Ji Lin humbly asked: "Can you teach me?"

"Do you want to learn?" Huo Mingzheng glanced at him and slowly put on one mask, then another.

Ji Lin nodded. He really wanted to learn.

When he learns how to cook, he will let Ling Zhao taste his cooking skills.

He just pointed at Huo Mingzheng's face in confusion, "But you're just cooking, why are you so professional and wearing a mask?"

He really thinks he is a great chef.

You're doing this at home, you have a histrionic personality, right?

Huo Mingzheng's face behind the mask suddenly turned pale.

specialized?

He was just afraid of smelling the smoke and vomiting in front of Ji Lin.

Of the couple, it would be fine if one of them was laughed at.

He snorted, "If you want to learn, shut up!"

Ji Lin shut his mouth obediently. When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. He is now asking Huo Mingzheng to teach him how to cook, so he has to listen to him, right?

Huo Mingzheng took out the ingredients from the refrigerator. He took the initiative to step forward and said, "Let me wash the vegetables. I'm good at this."

Huo Mingzheng thought he was just talking, but he didn't expect that Ji Lin could actually wash vegetables, which was rare among the pampered young men.

But then again, Ji Lin is not exactly a pampered person.

When he was an athlete, he also suffered a lot, and his life was no easier than any other athlete.

But he really didn't expect that he could do these things in the kitchen well.

If he knew that a few months ago, when Ji Lin held a tomato and asked Ling Zhao if he wanted it peeled, he would have told him to get out without saying a word.

……

After dinner, Ji Lin said he wanted to leave, and Huo Mingzheng asked Uncle Luo to arrange a car to take Ji Lin here. After he gave the car to Ling Zhao, he took a taxi here.

"No, someone will pick me up." Ji Lin stood up.

Fu Yan knew that Ji Lin didn't have the problems of a playboy, and he didn't like to ask his family's driver to pick him up when he went out, so she was sensitive enough to smell a hint of melon. She asked Ji Lin, "Who is it?"

Ji Lin glanced at Fu Yan and remembered that before they separated in Iceland, Fu Yan asked him how far his relationship with Ling Zhao had progressed.

At that time, he couldn't stand Fu Yan's obscene look and deliberately ignored her.

He looked away unnaturally and whispered, "Ling Zhao, he came back with me."

Sure enough, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Fu Yan's expression becoming ambiguous and vulgar in an instant. He quickly explained: "He has something to do back in Nancheng, so we just happened to come back together."

"What a coincidence?"

"Believe it or not."

"You're in a hurry."

Ji Lin's scalp felt numb.

As night fell, Fu Yan and Huo Mingzheng sent Ji Lin to the door, when an off-road vehicle drove over from the boulevard.

The car stopped and a slender man got out of the car.

He is about 1.7 meters tall, not much taller than Fu Yan. He is wearing a black loose jacket. His black hair is not an inch short, reaching the length of his ears. With his fair and tender face, he looks like a well-behaved person. Male college student.

After not seeing him for so many years, he still recognized Fu Yan instantly. It was Ling Zhao.

Ling Zhao came over, threw the car keys to Ji Lin, and greeted Fu Yan and the others, "Fu Yan, Mr. Huo."

Huo Minzheng nodded slightly.

Fu Yan smiled and said, "Ling Zhao, long time no see."

"Yes, long time no see." Ling Zhao's voice was not as deep as that of ordinary men, but rather neutral.

Ji Lin was afraid that Fu Yan would say something in front of Ling Zhao, so he quickly walked over and pushed Ling Zhao, "Let's go."

He felt guilty and was afraid that Ling Zhao would know that he had kissed her secretly.

"What's the rush? Ling Zhao has just arrived. Come in and sit for a while." Fu Yan said.

How dare Ji Lin bring Ling Zhao into the house? He quickly shied away: "No, we still have something to do."

"You have something to do? Have you asked Ling Zhao?"

Huo Minzheng looked at Fu Yan's expression, and his eyes became gentler.

At this time, Ling Zhao smiled and said, "I'm sorry Fu Yan, I really have something to do today. Let's get together another day."

Now that he had spoken, Fu Yan couldn't keep them anymore.

The car drove out of the Mingyu Mansion.

Ling Zhao was sitting in the passenger seat and asked without turning his head: "Why are you afraid that Fu Yan will come into contact with me?"

Ji Lin held the steering wheel, his expression unchanged, "Me? Do you have it?"

The car window was lowered, and the night wind ruffled Ling Zhao's short hair, "You are looking for trouble, and you want me to lie with you. Isn't this obvious enough?"

Ji Lin's heart skipped a beat and he turned to look at Ling Zhao's side face.

Her eyes fell unnaturally on his pale pink lips.

Ji Lin immediately looked away, "I'm really worried."