Self-investment

Luo Yimu carried Jian Ling into the elevator, and the neckline of her pajamas was half opened. She was only thinking about Jian Ling and didn't pay attention. Jian Ling could be clearly seen in her arms. Look, sure enough, I saw a monitoring probe installed a few centimeters above the elevator door, and the red dot flashed, indicating that it was working normally.

With a light struggle, Jian Ling jumped down from Luo Yimu's arms, stood in front of the probe, and blocked Luo Yimu tightly, then went to straighten the collar of her nightgown with one hand, and handed it to her She wiped her snow-white chest, "You are so courageous. There are quite a lot of teachers from Jinling University living in your community, right? Just now I came in with my arms, and I'm not afraid of being seen by them."

"So what if you see it?" Luo Yimu didn't care, he pushed the elevator and went in holding Jian Ling's hand.

In fact, she didn't know how many other teachers lived in the same community, and whether she knew them. She never cared about things that had nothing to do with her.

"It's nothing." Jian Ling likes to see her open-minded appearance the most. She was still holding a heart for Luo Yimu. Hearing what she said, she also laughed happily. Talking about love with Mumu openly, what can't be seen?

Just because of Luo Yimu's attitude, it was as sad as if someone stirred his internal organs with a stick, and because of Luo Yimu's words, his heart was filled with sweet cotton candy. Jian Ling didn't know this kind of novelty. Experience whether it will only appear when you really meet someone you like. In short, Luo Yimu is such a wonderful person. Just a casual sentence can make Jian Ling so happy that she doesn't think about anything. She is the only one in my heart.

The elevator went up to the third floor very quickly, and Luo Yimu's house was the first room on the left when getting out of the elevator. Luo Yimu's slender fingers held the key, and the key jingled twice in mid-air, and she inserted it accurately. Enter the keyhole, turn lightly, and the door will open.

She came out in a hurry, did not turn off the light, and a ray of light came through the door, "Come in..." Before she could finish her words, a strong force behind her pushed her in, pressing her against the cabinet at the entrance, Then a burst of warmth came over him.

Luo Yimu tensed his nerves instinctively, clenched his hands into fists by his side, felt Jian Ling's familiar breath, and suddenly let go, pinching her slender waist with one hand, and resting on the back of her head with one hand, the more intense Kiss back.

Before they had time to enter the house, they kissed each other at the entrance. Luo Yimu's back was pressed against the shoe cabinet, the high-quality solid wood cabinet creaked because of their violent movements.

It took a long time before Jian Ling let go of Luo Yimu's collar, leaned against her chest and gasped for breath with a blushing face, a satisfied smile in the corner of her mouth, and short hair messily scattered on her forehead.

Luo Yimu moved his palm from the back of Jian Ling's head to the side of her face, caressing her gently, brushing away the broken hair covering her eyes, and gently kneading her soft and small earlobes.

It feels good to the touch, as tender and smooth as milk pudding. Luo Yimu pinched it again and again, she thought, Jian Ling seemed to be carved out by God according to her favorite template. It's good to hold him in his arms and not let go, Luo Yimu thought he had been moved before, but the feeling at that time was completely different from now, he didn't have this kind of sense of security that just holding Jian Ling would give him warmth.

Luo Yimu thought, maybe he didn't know what kind of person he liked in the past, only when Jian Ling appeared, he was enlightened, knowing that the person she likes should be like this, a little cunning, but in his bones he is smart and cute, and very Sincere, every frown and smile makes me intoxicated, and I don't want to hurt her.

Touching it with his hands was not enough, Luo Yimu leaned over and kissed the small earlobe again, and leaned directly into Jian Ling's ear and said hoarsely: "The kiss I promised you just now downstairs, I always keep my word."

Jian Ling was tickled by her breath, tilted her head and went straight into her arms, and said with a smile: "It doesn't count, obviously I kissed you, Mumu, you still owe me a kiss, but well , I have kissed enough for the time being, I will let you pay it back later."

Saying that, she jumped out of Luo Yimu's arms, stood at the entrance and glanced at Luo Yimu's house.

It is similar to Jian Ling's imagination, black and white minimalist style, the living room is very large, solid color sofa, glass coffee table, and TV hanging on the wall, nothing else, even the TV cabinet is omitted, it looks too simple Simple.

Luo Yimu opened the shoe cabinet and found a pair of apricot-colored cotton slippers for Jian Ling to change.

"This is the first time I've come to your house." Jian Ling changed her shoes, feeling fresh about the unfamiliar environment, and wandered around the living room, completely unaware that the pair of slippers on her feet fit unexpectedly comfortably , as if specially prepared for her.

In fact, Luo Yimu specially prepared it for her.Luo Yimu's things are very monotonous, either black or white, and there will never be such a gentle color as apricot.

There are many new things in Luo Yimu's house, such as toothbrushes, slippers, towels, and pajamas. They are all in the color and style that Jian Ling likes, and they are all in the right size for Jian Ling.

"My house." Luo Yimu corrected her.

"Is there any difference?"

"There is only one family."

There can be many houses, but there is only one family. In the past, Luo Yimu’s home was in the United States, in her parents’ house. Later, Luo Yimu faced the world as a completely independent individual. For more than ten years, he has been homeless She returned home until she met Jian Ling when she was 35 years old. From then on, the place where she and Jian Ling were together was her home.

Jian Ling was taken aback, she didn't expect that Luo Yimu, who seemed cold and rational, could say such sentimental words, and they happened to touch her heart.

A few years ago, housing prices hadn't risen that much. Jian Ling's friends all advised her to buy a house, turn the entire house left by her father into an Internet cafe, and expand the store, but Jian Ling refused to agree.The friend didn't understand, and asked her what she was asking, and her reasons changed day by day. For a while, it was her father who taught her to be content and happy, and for a while, it was because she could see the beautiful girls of Jinling University from the window of her room, and she couldn't bear it.But the real reason is only known to Jane herself.

After her father left, the second floor of the internet cafe was Jian Ling's only memory of her home. Her father cooked countless delicious meals for her in the kitchen, his father waited for her to come home for dinner in the dining room, and his father lit the lamp for her on the small sofa in the living room. The stitches on school uniforms left by fights are very delicate, and the gaps can be repaired so that no one can see that they have been broken.

These memories that will never be there are only on the second floor of the Internet cafe, her home, and changing to a new house is tantamount to erasing all the years when she and her father lived together. What is the use of a house no matter how big it is?Jian Ling had a one-meter-wide single bed and slept on it for ten years, and she was not dissatisfied.

Thinking of the past, Jian Ling's eyes were filled with sadness. She thought that she had known Luo Yimu for so long, but she didn't even know Luo Yimu's family background, and she didn't even know whether Luo Yimu was from Jinling. One day Luo Yimu left and went back to his home. The world was so big that Jian Ling didn't know where to find her.

Even Luo Yimu said that this is just a house, not her home at all.

So where is her home?

Thinking of this, Jian Ling felt a little frightened, helplessly clenched Luo Yimu's hand, and said, "Mumu, I don't seem to know you at all."

His fingertips trembled a little.

Luo Yimu felt her fear, wrapped her hands, "What do you want to know? I can tell you."

The warm and gentle voice dispelled the fear that suddenly rose in Jian Ling's heart. Jian Ling thought that Mu Mu is not the kind of irresponsible person at all. A person like her will do what she says she will do to you. Nothing to worry about at all.

Thinking of this, Jian Ling smiled, shook her head and said, "It's nothing, I just never heard you mention your parents and family, so I'm a little curious."

"My family?" Luo Yimu was stunned for a second before chuckling, "So you mean this. My parents and elder brother both live in the United States. I only came to Jinling University to teach seven years ago. The Luo Qin you caught at your Internet cafe is my brother's son."

"Your brother?" Jian Ling was surprised. Seeing Luo Yimu's solitary personality, she thought that Luo Yimu had no relatives anymore, but she didn't expect that he was a harmonious family.

"Yes, do you want to see them?"

"No... let's wait for a while..." Jian Ling and Luo Yimu have only met for a few days, so we should wait until we see such an important matter as meeting the parents.

Having said all that, Jian Ling thought of another serious question, "Mumu, so you grew up in America?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Your relatives are all in the United States?"

"Ah."

"So your home is also in the United States?" Jian Ling wrinkled her facial features with worry, and asked worriedly, "Will you go back there in the future?"

Among other things, Jian Ling has never planned to go abroad. She is a native of Jinling. She is used to eating Jinling's food and drinking Jinling's water. Her roots are here, and she just wants to live in Jinling. Ling stayed there, not wanting to go anywhere, but if Luo Yimu wanted to go back to the United States in the future, wouldn't they have to separate?Jian Ling became entangled, the United States speaks English and eats all the steaks with blood. When Jian Ling was studying, the highest English score was 23 points, and he didn't like to eat medium-rare steaks.

Luo Yimu saw through the little entanglement in her heart, and felt that her frowning and distressed expression was very painful, so he moved to the corner of her mouth and kissed her, then touched her head, and a thin layer of tenderness emerged. Laughing, she gave her a reassurance: "Don't worry, I have decided to settle in Jinling."

"Then what about your parents?" Jian Ling felt even more worried when she heard her say this, "They are getting older and will definitely need someone to take care of them in the future. If you don't go back all year round, they will miss you very much. Isn't it too unfair to them in Jinling?"

Luo Yimu said, "I don't have a deep relationship with them."

Luo Yimu is probably a failure in the eyes of her parents. What her parents want is an obedient, sensible, and well-behaved daughter with a soft personality and a sweet smile. Not at all.

Luo Yimu is independent and even a little rebellious. She has been stubborn and stubborn since she was a child. Her parents wanted her to learn music, but she chose to study law. Her parents asked her to learn dance, so she learned Muay Thai. The bridge of someone else's nose, her father has taught her a lot, telling her to pay more attention to what a girl should do, instead of acting like a man all day long. At that time, Luo Yimu was only 15 years old, young and energetic, She had a big fight with her father, and from then on the relationship between the two of them seemed to be frozen, and it tended to get thicker and thicker.

Her parents are very traditional people, they want a sweet and well-behaved daughter, but Luo Yimu is not.

Fortunately, her brother gave birth to a smart and beautiful daughter later, and the old couple devoted themselves to pampering their granddaughter and didn't bother to care about Luo Yimu anymore.

When Jian Ling heard what Luo Yimu said, she felt faintly sad. She felt that Luo Yimu must have been extremely sad when he said this. She held her by the shoulders and let her lean into her arms. Mu Ping touched her head, "I used to think that I didn't have a deep relationship with my father."

Luo Yimu rested his head on Jian Ling's neck, hummed, and blinked, and his eyelashes brushed against her neck, making her feel a little itchy.

Jian Ling continued: "But it wasn't until the day he left that I realized that he was really good to me. It's just that he kept everything in his heart and refused to say anything."

"Mumu, your parents must love you very much, but they hide it in their hearts and don't know how to express it."

"Maybe." Luo Yimu leaned against Jian Ling for a while, straightened up, and glanced at the wall clock. It was past ten o'clock, "I'll get you towels and pajamas, you go take a shower."

She said she went into the bedroom to look for pajamas for Jian Ling. Just as she entered, the mobile phone on the coffee table rang suddenly. Jian Ling glanced at it and saw that it was a video call invitation, so she shouted: "Mumu, your mobile phone is ringing."

"You pick it up for me, just say I'm busy." Luo Yimu's voice came from the bedroom.

"Okay." Jian Ling picked up Luo Yimu's cell phone and pressed the connection button. Unsuspecting, a face with delicate makeup appeared on the screen of the cell phone. She was a very beautiful woman.

"Amu, tell me quickly..." The woman seemed impatient, she realized that the person on the other end of the camera was not Luo Yimu after speaking halfway, and the rest of the words stuck in her throat.

"Hi, Mumu is very busy right now. I want you to call back later. Goodbye." After Jian Ling finished speaking, she wanted to hang up the video, but the woman stopped her with a yell.

"Stop!" The woman's face moved closer to the camera, wishing she could come directly over there.

Jian Ling panicked and did not dare to move.

The woman squeezed her chin across the screen, and her inquiring eyes wandered back and forth on Jian Ling's face, as if looking at some weird animal again. Those eyes made Jian Ling feel very uncomfortable. For sake, Jian Ling forced a smile, "Do you have anything else to do?"

"Are you Amu's girlfriend?"

"Uh..." Jian Ling's smile froze on her face, and she didn't know how to answer this sentence for a while, so she could only say, "Wait a minute." Then she ran to Luo Yimu's bedroom as if asking for help, "Mumu, the video from that video I really can't handle women, you should go and see for yourself..."

Luo Yimu was curious, is there any woman that Jian Ling can't handle?Smiling, he stuffed the clothes he had found into Jian Ling's arms, and patted her on the shoulder comfortingly, "Don't worry, you go take a shower first, I'll go out and have a look."

"Hmm..." Jian Ling quietly wiped off her sweat, thinking that the eyes of that beautiful woman in the video are so scary.

She went into the bathroom with her clothes in her arms, and the more she thought about it, the more something was wrong. She was so beautiful, and she called Luo Yimu "Amu" so kindly. As far as Jian Ling knew, it seemed that Guan Xu was the only one who called Luo Yimu that way, right?But Guan Xu is Luo Yimu's only good friend. Is this beautiful woman closer than Guan Xu and Luo Yimu?You have been secretly in love with Mumu for many years, right?

Thinking of this, Jian Ling became vigilant, no, I must go out to ask Luo Yimu later, and must declare my absolute sovereignty over Mumu in front of any suspected rivals around Mumu, and pinch all signs Died in the cradle!

Luo Yimu who was outside the bathroom didn't know the little Jiujiu in Jian Ling's heart. He picked up the phone and found that it was her sister-in-law Zhong Yue. Luo Yimu and her brother Luo Wenbo were able to control it.

"Of course there is something!" Zhong Yue moved closer to the screen gossipingly, "Amu, that was your girlfriend just now? She's not bad looking! It's just that purple hair is quite eye-catching, tsk tsk tsk, I thought you liked gentleness, tranquility, Everyone's ladylike type, I didn't expect you to like this kind of adolescent rebellious girl type, I can't tell, Amu, you have quite a strong taste."

Luo Yimu frowned, she didn't like others to judge Jian Ling.

Zhong Yue could see that Luo Yimu was about to lose his temper, so she knew that she had made a slip of the tongue, so she hurried back to make amends, "But it's so beautiful, younger girls have vitality, it's good, hehe, it's good!"

Luo Yimu interrupted her impatiently: "Where's my brother?"

"What are you doing next to you?"

"Give the phone to my brother and tell him something."

"Okay, wait!" Zhong Yue's face flashed out of the screen, and after a while, the phone was picked up, and Luo Wenbo's face appeared on the phone screen, "What's the matter?" The voice was very cold, the same as Luo Yimu's usual The tone of speech is different.

It's no wonder that Luo Yimu's parents sighed and sighed for this son and daughter. They both have a temperament like a rock, cold and hard, and they are both independent. The couple have no sense of accomplishment in raising children. Fortunately, The grandchildren are not like Luo Wenbo, otherwise the old couple would have no place to cry.

"Take care of my sister-in-law." Luo Yimu pressed his forehead with a headache. It was not easy for her to find a loving person. It was only in 35 years that she met the first one. If she was scared away by Zhong Yue, she would regret that she would have no place to cry.

"Yeah." Luo Wenbo responded lightly, and added: "Look for a chance to bring her back, my parents really want to see her."

"Let's talk, hang up."

……

Jian Ling came out of the bathroom wiping her hair and saw Luo Yimu watching TV in the living room. The video call had ended at some point. She sat down next to Luo Yimu and had been thinking about it for 10 minutes. Ask: "Did that lady ask you for something just now?"

"Ah."

"what's up?"

"No big deal."

Seeing that going around in circles didn't work, Jian Ling pretended to be natural and asked her, "Who is that person? Why haven't I seen him before? He looks so beautiful."

As for the latter sentence, Luo Yimu thought that Jian Ling was interested again, his eyebrows frowned, and he glanced over lightly, but his eyes seemed to hide a knife, "Are you tempted?"

"Bah!" Jian Ling became angry when she saw Luo Yimu hit him backwards, threw the towel to wipe her hair, pressed Luo Yimu on the sofa and pinched her face, "I think you are tempted! She is still so intimate I call you Amu! Tell me who she is? Have you liked you for many years?"

Being pressed down by her, Luo Yimu looked up at her slightly flushed face with annoyance, evoked a knowing smile, and deliberately teased her: "A Ling, are you jealous too?"

"Nonsense! You are so close to a beautiful woman, shouldn't I be jealous?" Seeing that Luo Yimu not only didn't know how to reflect on himself, but was actually very proud, Jian Ling was even angrier, "Quickly tell me who she is, right? Interested in you? Otherwise, we will never finish tonight!"

Luo Mu hugged her down with one hand, pressed her against his chest, smiled softly, lifted his neck up a little, and bit her ear, "She is my brother's wife." Afraid Jian Ling didn't understand, he added: " Brother."

Jian Ling lay on Luo Yimu's chest, stiff, "Dear... kiss kiss kiss... dear brother?" She was so nervous that she couldn't even speak clearly.

"Correct."

"So she is your...sister-in-law?"

"Ah."

Jian Ling was stunned for a while, and then murmured tremblingly, "It's over... It's really over now... I seemed a little rude when I talked to her just now, will she be angry?" Jian Ling Worried about whether I would leave a bad impression in front of Luo Yimu's family, I forgot all the jealousy just now, grabbed Luo Yimu's collar and blamed: "It's all your fault, I shouldn't let me take that video, how about now , your family will dislike me..."

The terrified look on her face made Luo Yimu overjoyed, and kissed her directly on the cheek, "I like you, as long as I like you."

This sentence made Jian Ling, who was still flustered, blush again, and now all those worries were forgotten, as if his heart was about to melt away, a little smile appeared on his lips, and it continued to spread, with an extremely happy expression , unable to hide, all fell into Luo Yimu's eyes.

"How much do you like it?" Jian Ling pointed at Luo Yimu's chin and asked provocatively while lying on her body.

Luo Yimu lowered his voice, and whispered in her ear: "I like it the most in the world." As he spoke, his fingers became disheartened at some point, and he quietly hooked the bag of Jian Ling's nightgown, and burrowed against her smooth skin. went in.

The body that had just taken a shower was still steaming, Luo Yimu's cold fingers touched the skin, Jian Ling shrank a little from the ice, her waist softened and lay on her chest, the side of her face was just pressed against the softness, Jian Ling's mouth twitched He bent over, his eyes flashed, he lowered his head, picked up Luo Yimu's slightly open robe with his teeth, and pulled it away with his mouth.

The loose buttonless nightgown was easily pulled away from Luo Yimu's chest by Jane Ling. There was no other cover inside. The spring light suddenly appeared, and Jane's eyes became hot, and she even held her breath.