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

There was no one else in the first floor lobby at this moment.

The security guard heard some noise here and looked sideways.

At first glance, Ji Lin was seen wearing a black cashmere coat, with an upright posture, striding towards a certain direction.

Isn’t this the vice president of Ji Group?

He looked around curiously.

I accidentally ran into the vice president of Ji Group hugging a man in his arms.

He opened his mouth in shock for a moment, then quickly shifted his gaze. He couldn't look around randomly.

Ji Lin opened his coat and wrapped Ling Zhao inside. He looked down at Ling Zhao, whose nose was slightly red, and said in a low voice, "How long have you been waiting here? Don't you know it's cold outside?"

"It's just a few minutes. I'm not stupid."

"Who are you implying?" Ji Linteng reached out and gently pinched her little face.

Ling Zhao's cheeks felt hot. He caught a glimpse of Ji Lin's assistant in the car. He wanted to get out but didn't dare to. He lowered his head and tried hard to reduce his presence.

She reminded Ji Lin in a low voice: "Let me go first."

"Let you go and let the cold wind blow on you?" Ji Lin had no intention of letting go. He even grabbed Ling Zhao's hand, held it in his palm, and warmed her hands.

Ling Zhao's face became redder.

The assistant in the car hated himself for not having the ability to become invisible.

She didn't want to get into her boss's private affairs.

What's more, it is a private matter that is not widely accepted by the world.

But I have to say, Mr. Ji actually has such a considerate side?

She has worked for Ji Qing for many years. Ji Lin was still an athlete at that time and she was the one who received him when he came to the company several times.

From his words and actions, it is not difficult to see that he is a straight man, especially his mouth, which is mean and poisonous. He often insults President Ji. Putting aside the blood suppression, he can fight President Ji on equal terms.

I didn't expect that I could be so caring and gentle towards the person I like.

Such a cute contrast makes her feel heart-pounding and as if she is in love again, even though she is already married.

Of course, I wasn’t attracted to Ji Lin, but to his behavior.

Ling Zhao was wrapped in Ji Lin's arms, without feeling a single breath of wind, and his hands were warmed by him.

"But, can you let go now?" she asked in a low voice.

Ji Lin just hugged Ling Zhao out of instinct. It was so hard to hold her in his arms, so he was reluctant to let her go.

If there hadn't been someone nearby, he would have kissed her long ago.

Anyway, I've already confessed my feelings, and I'd be a fool not to kiss you.

At this time, Ji Lin's cell phone rang.

He hugged Ling Zhao with one hand and took out his cell phone with the other hand to take a look. When he saw the caller ID, he smiled and swiped the screen.

"Brother, are you back?"

The man on the other end of the phone smiled and said, "I'm back. Do you have time? Let's get together. Tomorrow is the weekend anyway."

Ji Lin glanced at the person in his arms and said, "Okay, send the location to my phone."

After hanging up the phone, Ji Lin said to Ling Zhao: "My former teammates have returned from overseas competitions, and we want to get together."

Ling Zhao nodded, not feeling upset at all because he was about to stand her up, even though she had taken such a long flight just to see him.

"Then go quickly. You probably haven't met them for a long time."

"Let's go together."

Before she finished her words, Ji Lin took over.

"Me?" Ling Zhao was not shy. "Would it be inappropriate for you old teammates to have a gathering?"

Ji Lin tightened his arms, "They are all my good friends. I will take you to meet them."

Before letting go of Ling Zhao, he took off his coat, put it on Ling Zhao, and then walked towards his car.

Ling Zhao looked at Ji Lin's tall and straight back. This was the first time she saw Ji Lin wearing a suit.

He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and the black color makes him look calm and steady. When he turned around and reached out to his assistant for the car keys, the slightly open arc of his suit collar revealed a tie and vest of the same color.

When Ji Lin participated in competitions and appeared on the screen before, some people studied his body shape, which was the standard golden ratio and could be called perfect.

There are even some exaggerated remarks, saying that if one could touch Ji Lin's muscles once, their life would be worth it.

Ling Zhao didn't know why, but the image of Ji Lin having a fever and wearing nothing at all emerged in his mind.

That figure...

Over there, after witnessing Ji Lin's gentle care for a man, the assistant blushed as he handed him the keys, "Boss Ji, do you want me to drive you there?"

"No need, I can drive there myself, you should go back early too."

The assistant nodded, glanced at Ling Zhao, nodded slightly, and then left quickly.

After getting the car keys, Ji Lin returned to Ling Zhao. Suddenly, he frowned and reached out to touch Ling Zhao's forehead. "Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?"

Don’t tell me you caught a cold from the wind just now.

Ling Zhao dodged his hand guiltily, "I don't have a fever, I'm just a little hot."

"Hot?" Ji Lin touched her hand. It was already so cold after he had just let go of it for a while. And she still told him it was hot?

Seeing that he couldn't continue making up stories, Ling Zhao urged him, "Let's go quickly. It's not good to go too late."

Without waiting for Ji Lin to say anything, she broke free from Ji Lin's hands like a rabbit, quickly opened the passenger door and got in.

Ji Lin got in the car and turned on the heater before turning sideways and taking off the coat draped over Ling Zhao's shoulders. "What are you thinking about?"

I don't even remember the seat belts.

He suddenly approached, Ling Zhao felt his breath, and his whole body froze and he dared not move.

It was not until Ji Lin fastened her seat belt and sat back down that she gradually came to her senses.

But Ji Lin suddenly asked, "Why do you still smell like candy?"

"You, you must have smelled it wrongly." Ling Zhao grabbed the collar silently.

Logically, she should not be able to smell any body odor since she is wearing so many layers of clothes.

Is Ji Lin’s nose really that sensitive?

"Is that so?" Ji Lin replied lightly.

Just when Ling Zhao thought that the topic was over, Ji Lin suddenly came over and rested one hand on the back of her chair, with veins bulging on the back of his hand.

He buried his head in her neck and said in a low voice, "If you don't believe me, let me smell it again."

Ling Zhao sat there stiffly, not daring to move, holding his breath and clenching his fingers.

When Ji Lin's warm breath hit the skin of her neck, it was as if an electric current passed through her body, and the tingling and numb feeling made her nervous, but also gave her an inexplicable sense of excitement.

Ji Lin watched her neck change from pale to slightly red, and his eyes moved upwards to her flushed little face.

He tried to hold back his laughter and teased her, "Why are you blushing? Are you feeling guilty?"

Of course Ling Zhao felt guilty.

She is a woman and has kept it a secret from Ji Lin for so long. She doesn't want Ji Lin to find out first, so she wants to tell him on her own initiative.

But she wasn't mentally prepared yet.

She grabbed Ji Lin's suit collar and said in a low voice, as if begging for mercy, "There's really no candy. Let's drive."