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

Ji Lin knew that he couldn't tease her any more, otherwise he would be the one who couldn't control himself.

He gently touched Ling Zhao's head and comforted her, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

After sitting back, he started the car and grabbed Ling Zhao's hand.

He was wearing a suit, and the pockets were not convenient for Ling Zhao to put his hands, so he stuffed Ling Zhao's hands into his trouser pockets, "It's warmer this way."

Ling Zhao was held forcefully by him, and as soon as her hand went in, she could feel Ji Lin's thigh muscles through his trousers.

Heart pounding.

She remembered that when she was in high school, Ji Lin once stuffed her hands into his school uniform pocket to keep them warm.

"You still don't wear long johns?"

Ji Lin turned the steering wheel, "I'm not afraid of the cold."

He looked at Ling Zhao deeply and asked, "Are you wearing it?"

Ling Zhao shook his head, "It doesn't look good wearing long johns."

Ji Lin almost couldn't help laughing.

It turns out that no matter how many years Ling Zhao has been a "man", she still can't change a girl's nature of loving beauty.

He originally thought that under Ling Feng's coercion, her nature had long been erased.

fortunately.

The car stopped outside a private restaurant.

Ji Lin got out of the car and put the black cashmere coat back on Ling Zhao's shoulders. "Don't be nervous. They are all easy to get along with."

Ling Zhao's expression was not unnatural, "I'm not nervous."

Ji Lin looked at Ling Zhao who was stubborn. It's like this, why aren't you nervous?

In fact, Ling Zhao was indeed a little nervous.

Not to mention that she rarely eats out with others, and they are a group of grown men, more importantly, they are all Ji Lin's friends.

Of course, their relationship with Ji Lin is not as close as that with Fu Yan, but Fu Yan is her high school classmate after all, so she doesn't feel nervous when meeting her.

Ling Zhao took a deep breath quietly.

Little did she know that Ji Lin had seen all her little movements. He smiled silently and grabbed her wrist, "Let's go."

Ling Zhao was shocked by his action. She quickly grabbed Ji Lin's hand with her other hand and said, "Let go."

Just let it go somewhere else.

This is in public.

She is still a man outside and doesn't want Ji Lin to be caught up in public opinion.

However, Ji Lin didn't care at all. He stood outside the store under the swaying lanterns, enveloped by the soft light, with gentle eyes and eyebrows, "What are you afraid of? I like you, what's wrong with holding your hand?"

Even though he had already heard Ji Lin's confession, Ling Zhao still couldn't handle his straight talk.

There is no buffer at all.

Without giving her any psychological preparation, he was strong and overbearing, which was completely Ji Lin's style.

Ling Zhao wanted to avoid his gaze, but Ji Lin's eyes grabbed her so strongly that she had nowhere to escape.

She wanted to ask Ji Lin, did he like Ling Zhao the man, or Ling Zhao the person?

What should she do if Ji Lin just likes men?

However, Ji Lin had no idea what she was thinking. He touched her head, held her wrist and walked into the restaurant, asking about the box where her teammates were.

As soon as I opened the door of the box, I heard my senior brother say that he wanted to call Ji Lin again to see if he had arrived.

"We're here, aren't we?"

A lazy voice came from the door.

Everyone turned around and saw Ji Lin. They all stood up and walked towards him, "You kid, you're finally here!"

A group of people walked over and punched Ji Lin in the chest as they did in the past, as their way of greeting.

However, they saw Ling Zhao beside Ji Lin.

"Who is this?" asked the senior brother.

Ji Lin introduced openly, "Ling Zhao."

"This is my senior brother. We were trained by the same coach." Ji Lin introduced him to Ling Zhao.

Ling Zhao greeted with a smile, "Senior Brother."

Everyone was stunned, it turned out to be a man.

At first they thought Ji Lin brought his girlfriend. After all, Ling Zhao was pretty and wore a unisex windbreaker, so it was hard to tell her gender.

"Hello, hello." The senior brother had a smile on his face.

But when he caught a glimpse of their hands holding together, he was slightly stunned.

Others saw it as well, and although they were shocked, they were all outstanding athletes who had competed in international competitions and had excellent psychological qualities, so they were able to remain calm.

Afterwards, Ji Lin introduced other teammates to Ling Zhao.

But even Ji Lin himself did not expect that Ling Zhao actually recognized each and every one of them.

"It seems that you often watch our games." One of them led the way and arranged seats for Ji Lin and Ling Zhao.

Ling Zhao nodded, "I've seen it several times, and you all have big hearts."

After Ji Lin sat down, he unbuttoned his suit jacket, approached Ling Zhao, and whispered, "I thought you only watched my games."

He leaned too close, so Ling Zhao gently pushed his shoulder and said, "Sit back."

The senior brother poured Ling Zhao a cup of tea. "If we talk about the one with the biggest heart, he is the best. This kid always takes unconventional approaches and almost pissed off our coach to death."

A group of people burst into laughter.

Ling Zhao thanked him and took a sip of tea, "But he is also the most reassuring person."

When watching Ji Lin’s game, you never have to worry about the outcome.

Because she knew that Ji Lin would win every time.

The expressions on the faces of the others were somewhat regretful, only Ji Lin said frankly, "He is also the most handsome."

Ling Zhao nodded silently in his heart.

indeed.

Ji Lin is the scenery of the entire stadium. Some people even joked on the Internet that their opponents were misled by Ji Lin's beauty and thus delayed the game.

But then I thought, during the game, when we wear masks, no one can see anyone else's face.

Ji Lin is both beautiful and powerful.

The waiters brought the dishes one after another, and Ji Lin used the serving chopsticks to pick up dishes and serve soup to Ling Zhao from time to time.

Everyone had to pretend they didn't see it.

They were all in the same team and had lived in the same dormitory, so they all knew how clumsy Ji Lin was in life.

I've never seen him so gentle and considerate.

But the other person is a man. If it was a girl, they could still make some jokes.

Men, I really can't bring myself to say this.

Suddenly someone exclaimed.

Everyone looked over.

That person was also Ji Lin’s senior in his previous team, but he had a different coach.

The senior brother raised his hand across Ji Lin and covered half of Ling Zhao's face. He suddenly realized, "So it's you. I was wondering why you looked so familiar."

"Brother, do you know Ling Zhao?" Ji Lin asked.

Ling Zhao realized something when the other party covered her eyes with his hands.

She was just about to say something, but she didn't expect Ji Lin's senior brother to speak at a speed as fast as the speed of drawing a sword, and he spoke a lot.

He said to Ji Lin: "Every time you compete, no, I can't guarantee this, but this little brother was there in many of your competitions, right?"

Ji Lin felt as if something had rubbed his heart hard, and his expression was slightly stunned.

He doesn't know about this.

"How do you know he is there every time?" someone asked.

The senior brother said: "When Ji Lin competed, I was also in the audience. He always sat quietly in the corner, but he was more conspicuous than those who were shouting."

In fact, it is true, Ling Zhao's temperament is too outstanding.

Ji Lin looked at Ling Zhao, whose cheeks were slightly red but unable to refute, and knew that his senior brother was not talking nonsense.

It felt like something was surging wildly in his chest, pounding into the depths of his soul.

Ji Lin suddenly grabbed Ling Zhao's wrist and said to everyone, "Sorry, brothers, I have something else to do. Let's meet again next time."

As he spoke, he put down the chopsticks that Ling Zhao was holding, picked up his coat, and led Ling Zhao out of the box.

"Ji Lin, let's go..."

Just as they reached the corner, Ling Zhao hadn't finished asking a question when Ji Lin suddenly pulled her into his arms, lifted up his black cashmere coat to cover Ling Zhao's head, and bent down to kiss her lips!