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

When Zhong Qing received Ji Lin's call, he was eating at the night market with his brothers.

When he found Ji Lin's car, opened the door and got in, he shuddered all over.

It's not cold.

I was scared.

Ji Lin was holding someone in his arms!

He has been in the Ji family for ten years. When he met Ji Lin, Ji Lin was only in junior high school. He has only seen Ji Lin holding a basketball or a helmet in his arms, but never seen him holding a person!

He knew from the phone that Ji Lin had been drinking and therefore couldn't drive, but he didn't hear Ji Lin mention that there was another person involved.

The other person must be drunk. He was held in Ji Lin's arms. He must have felt too uncomfortable so he made a humming sound.

Zhong Qing's scalp tingled.

man!

He started the car without changing his expression and drove towards the house he had bought before as Ji Lin said.

The last time Ling Zhao got drunk, Ji Lin still let him sit alone in the car. This time, Ji Lin was worried that she might get bumped into something, so he let her sit on his lap with her head resting on his chest.

Seeing how miserable she was, Ji Lin regretted letting her drink.

"Be good, bear with it a little longer, we'll be home soon."

This off-road vehicle had no fenders. When Zhong Qing heard Ji Lin speaking in a tone he had never heard before, his temples throbbed twice.

It's so scary late at night.

Ji Lin's mind and eyes were filled with Ling Zhao. He didn't care about Zhong Qing's life or death at all, nor did he notice that the car speed was constantly increasing.

He unbuttoned two buttons of Ling Zhao's jacket, revealing three layers of clothing underneath: a sweater, a shirt, and a base layer.

I wore four pieces of clothing in total.

Ji Lin only wore two pieces.

If it were in the past, he would only feel sorry for Ling Zhao's weak body, but now he knows that Ling Zhao wears so many layers of clothes just to cover up her feminine characteristics.

Ji Lin gently unbuttoned the two buttons of the middle shirt to make her more comfortable.

Ling Zhao leaned softly against Ji Lin's chest, and except for the uncomfortable sound he made when he first got in the car, he had been quietly closing his eyes, as if he was asleep.

Suddenly, Ji Lin felt a warm touch on the back of his hand.

His whole body stiffened, and the hand that was against Ling Zhao's cheek slowly moved up and touched the wetness at the corner of Ling Zhao's eyes.

——I have no home.

Ji Lin recalled the broken and sad look in her eyes when she said this after getting drunk in the barbecue restaurant, and his heart ached.

When Zhong Qing heard Ji Lin calling the other person's name, he subconsciously looked at the endoscope.

Lying...

Zhong Qing quickly retracted his gaze and concentrated on driving.

Ji Lin held Ling Zhao's neck and lifted her face up. After sucking away the tears from the corners of her eyes, he kissed her tightly pursed lips and gently pried open her teeth.

Although Ling Zhao didn't remember Ji Lin kissing her, her body seemed to have muscle memory. The moment he pried open her teeth, she slowly opened her mouth to accommodate him.

When Ling Zhao's emotions stabilized and she stopped crying, Ji Lin let her go, pressed her head against his chest, bent down and kissed her forehead, "It's okay."

At this time, Ling Zhao's cell phone in his pocket rang.

Ji Lin was worried that the ringing was too loud and would wake Ling Zhao up, so she would feel more comfortable if she could get some sleep.

He reached into Ling Zhao's pocket and took out his cell phone.

Caller ID: Father

Ji Lin suddenly clenched his back teeth, and clenched his fingers so tightly that the phone creaked.

From childhood to adulthood, he has never tolerated anyone. This time, for Ling Zhao's sake, he must tolerate this bastard first and deal with him later.

But tonight, there was no way he would let Ling Zhao go back to the place she hated.

He promised Ling Zhao that he would take her home.

Ji Lin turned off his phone without hesitation and threw it aside.

Then he hugged Ling Zhao tightly.

Only then did he remember Zhong Qing who was driving in front of him, "Can you make a hangover soup?"

Zhong Qing concentrated on driving and put aside all distractions, not letting himself hear anything he shouldn't hear. Ji Lin suddenly asked him, but he didn't react, "What?"

"Can you cook hangover soup?"

Zhong Qing came back to his senses and said, "Yes."

After parking the car in the underground garage of the community, Zhong Qing followed Ji Lin reluctantly.

Ji Lin held Ling Zhao in his arms like a princess, walking steadily and ignoring Zhong Qing's existence the whole time. Sometimes he coaxed him to sleep, and sometimes he coaxed him to lean on him and not move.

The house where Ji Lin lived was a duplex. Before he got off the plane, the housekeeper had already cleaned and tidied it.

Zhong Qing walked in front and pressed the combination lock.

"Call me when the sobering soup is ready. Thank you for your help." After saying this, Ji Lin carried Ling Zhao and went straight to the master bedroom on the second floor.

Ji Lin kicked open the door of the master bedroom and then kicked it shut.

He held Ling Zhao and sat on the bed. After taking off her coat and sweater, he hesitated for a moment, put his hand into her undershirt, and his fingers skillfully groped for the buttons of her tube top.

It unclipped with a snap.

The tightly bound softness was released instantly, and Ji Lin's hand, which had not yet been retracted, accidentally touched it.

He took a breath, pulled his hands out of her clothes, and gently placed Ling Zhao on the bed, wrapping her in a quilt to prevent her from falling off the bed.

I brought a basin of warm water out of the bathroom.

He sat beside the bed and wiped Ling Zhao's face and hands.

Ling Zhao had fallen asleep by now, his head tilted on the pillow, his cheeks still flushed.

Ji Lin took the towel and gently wiped the palm of her hand, picked it up and put it to his lips and kissed it, looking at her with infinite tenderness.

Not long after, Zhong Qing called and said that the hangover soup was ready.

Ji Lin asked him to bring it up.

Zhong Qing hesitated on the other end of the phone, obviously a little resistant.

Ji Lin guessed what he was thinking, and wanted to tease Zhong Qing, so he said, "We are all men, what are you afraid of?"

Zhong Qing grunted on the other end of the phone, then went upstairs with the sobering soup.

After opening the door and going in, fortunately there was nothing that was shocking to see.

He put the hangover soup aside and left quickly.

"Zhao'er." Ji Lin said in a low voice.

Ling Zhao didn't react.

He had no choice but to pick the person up and put him on his lap, leaning against his chest.

He took a spoon and fed her small sips of water.

After feeding her just two small sips, Ji Lin thought it was too much trouble and directly picked up the bowl and drank a sip himself. He pinched Ling Zhao's chin and passed the soup into her mouth until she finished half the bowl of sobering soup.

After feeding her the soup, he was reluctant to let her go and kissed her for a long time before putting her back on the bed.

Looking at Ling Zhao's sleeping face and the slightly red eyes, Ji Lin pursed his lips.

He picked up his cell phone, walked to the balcony, and dialed a number.

"Sister, I decided to study while getting familiar with the company's business. I plan to return to the company for an internship. You can arrange any position for me, even if it's at the bottom level."

Ji Qing sneered at the other end of the phone. "What's so challenging about being at the bottom? The position of vice president happens to be vacant. I'll give you this position. Then everyone will know that you got in through the back door. It's up to you to build your reputation."