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

Ji Lin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, put on Ling Zhao's clothes, then put Ling Zhao on the bed and walked quickly towards the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of water was heard from inside.

Ling Zhao thought he was going in for a shower, so he sat by the bed for a while, touched his still hot cheeks, and then heard the sound of water and clutched his clothes to his chest.

Just now, Ji Lin was like a hungry wolf. He didn't control his strength well and felt a little sore again.

We've only been apart for four days.

She stood up and walked towards the desk.

Ji Lin's desk is very tidy, with not many books, except for a few notebooks for taking notes.

She picked up a book at random, opened it, and her eyes flickered.

It turned out to be the review materials she compiled for Ji Lin when she was in high school.

She clenched the notebook in her hand and looked at the other books on the shelf; they were all there.

Just as she was about to put the notebook back, she suddenly heard a faint growl in the bathroom.

Realizing what Ji Lin was doing, Ling Zhao's face flushed red!

he……

It turned out that the sound of running water was not from him taking a shower, but he deliberately turned on the faucet to cover up other sounds.

The notebook fell to the ground with a thud and hit the back of her foot.

She exclaimed.

"Zhao Zhao!"

In the bathroom, Ji Lin's hoarse and anxious voice came with a gasp, "What's wrong?"

The blush spread from his cheeks to his ears and then to his neck. Ling Zhao came back to his senses and exhaled, "It's okay, the notebook fell to the ground."

She quickly picked up the notebook, put it back, and opened a window in front of her.

The cold wind rushed into the heated room and blew on Ling Zhao's hot and red face.

She kept pressing the back of her hands against her face and neck, trying to cool down quickly.

The bathroom door opened behind him.

"It's cold outside." Ji Lin said, striding over, reaching over her with his long hand and closing the window.

Seeing that her face was still red, Ji Lin thought that her previous blush had not yet faded, and he couldn't help but hold her in his arms, "Why are you so shy?"

Ling Zhao hummed softly.

She smelled the faint scent of shower gel on Ji Lin's hands, as well as the subtle and irreplaceable scent of heather, and her heart was pounding.

"Let me show you something." Ji Lin took Ling Zhao's hand and walked to another place in the room.

When Ling Zhao stood in front of the row of shelves, looking at the gold medals, certificates, and trophies, he was stunned.

Shelf space is filled with honors.

But only the middle box is empty.

Ji Lin held her hand tightly and said, "I was going to put the Olympic gold medal there."

Ling Zhao felt a sore nose.

She turned her head and looked at Ji Lin's profile.

"There are always regrets in life. Not winning a Grand Slam is a regret for many athletes. But in fact, there is no need to pursue perfection in one's life. Gains and losses are the norm in life."

The light in his eyes was a little dimmer than before.

But I don't know what he was thinking about, the corners of his mouth curved into a beautiful arc, and the light in his eyes was bright and affectionate.

He suddenly turned his head, and Ling Zhao was caught off guard by those captivating eyes.

"I've thought about it. From now on, we'll put our wedding photos there."

Ling Zhao's mind suddenly went blank.

She forgot to think, and also forgot her own situation, and just followed her heart——

nod.

When she realized what she had done, her face flushed, "I...you..."

She hesitated for a long time and couldn't utter a complete sentence.

If you say that Ji Lin was trying to trick her, she was the one who nodded personally.

But her mind was taken away by his eyes, and she lost the ability to think, so she was bewitched by him.

Ji Lin picked him up with a smile and turned him around twice. "I don't care, you agreed anyway."

Ling Zhao was also infected by his laughter, leaning on his shoulder with a smile on his face.

One afternoon, the two of them sat on the sofa in Ji Lin's room. Ling Zhao was held in Ji Lin's arms, listening to music and looking at the student register from high school.

There are each classmate's name, photo, motto, and contact information.

Ling Zhao went abroad in the second semester of her senior year in high school, and there was no photo of her in the yearbook.

But when she opened the yearbook, the column that should have belonged to her was blank, with no photo, but there was a photo of her on it.

Yes, I posted one.

It was posted after the yearbook was distributed.

A photo of her sleeping on the table.

Suddenly, a bony hand covered the photo.

Ji Lin's somewhat nervous breath was in my ears. "I just thought you were funny when you fell asleep, so I took a picture with my phone. Then I saw there was no picture of you in the yearbook, so I got OCD and developed the picture."

Over the years, he had forgotten that he had done such a stupid thing.

Ling Zhao looked back at him, blushing, and asked, "Are you suffering from obsessive compulsive disorder?"

Ji Lin's little thoughts were seen through, and Ling Zhao looked at him with a smiling and teasing look.

He smiled helplessly yet dotingly.

The hand covering the photo was raised, covering her eyes, and then he lowered his head and kissed her hard on the lips!

"I just missed you at that time, so what?"

Ling Zhao was blindfolded and couldn't see, but he could still kiss him back based on his sense.

"It's nothing. My boyfriend is so cute and smart. How could he come up with such a good idea?"

Ji Linming knew that the little thing was playing tricks on him, but he couldn't resist the word "boyfriend" and his heart was filled with joy. He held her in his arms and kissed her gently, "My girlfriend is so good and smells so good."

Ling Zhao dodged with a smile, but was held in Ji Lin's arms and pressed on the sofa.

Looking at her smiling, cunning and bright face, he was distracted. His right hand had already slipped under the hem of her clothes and he bent down to kiss her.

……

The other side of the city.

A man in a suit knocked on a door, walked to the French window, and said to the man with a cane, "Master, all the photos have been collected."

The man with the cane slowly turned sideways.

At this moment, the sky had gradually darkened. Half of Zhong Li's face was hidden in the dim light. His expression was gloomy, and his facial features looked a little hideous under the cutting of light and shadow.

He looked at Ling Zhao and Ji Lin in the photo and sneered, "Ji Lin, let's see how you can turn things around this time!"

This leg of his was broken by Ji Lin.

Ji Lin must pay the price!

As long as he destroys Ji Lin, it will be easy for him to get Ling Zhao. By then, Ling Zhao will be at his mercy!

The assistant hesitated, "But Ji Lin's childhood friend is Huo Mingzheng's wife. If Huo Mingzheng gets angry, it will be more trouble than it's worth."

"I don't care!" Zhong Li was so angry that he lost his mind and roared, "I just want to destroy Ji Lin! Do you want me to swallow this anger?"

"No way!"

……

On the day of the Lantern Festival, two explosive hot searches appeared on Weibo:

#Ji Lin gay love#

#Ji Group Vice President is dating a man#