Veteran King [Entertainment]

After a full day of classes, Ling Mutian didn't even see Lin Qiao. After dinner, he purposely made excuses for himself and went out several times, but he didn't see anyone. Jian Yu was nowhere to be seen.

When lying on the bed at night, several thoughts flashed through Ling Mutian's head. He even thought about what the police should say when Lin Qiao died next door.

When he woke up the next morning, Ling Mutian started to suffer from migraines from thinking too much. When he walked into the restaurant with his head covered, he found that the table was empty, and this time there was no one there.

"Mr. Ling, the master took Mr. Jian to go out to film a movie early in the morning." Mrs. Chen put the plate in front of Ling Mutian, "Breakfast is ready, Mr. Ling, please take it easy."

Ling Mutian nodded, sat down and ate a few mouthfuls before he couldn't help asking, "Mr. Lin...did he say how long he was going?"

Mrs. Chen shook her head, saying that she didn't know either.Lin Qiao left, and after that he didn't have to face him face to face, Ling Mutian secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but he felt a strange sense of loss in his heart, and always felt that this matter should not have developed like this.

Originally, he couldn't eat the delicious breakfast that he always thought was delicious, and he always felt a little blocked.

A few days have passed in such a state, and the sense of relaxation that he had at the beginning is gone. He inexplicably feels as if he has been rejected or abandoned. Ling Mutian held his breath in his chest, and his already suppressed face turned black. .

Lin Qiao entered the house at this time, still wearing a silk Tang suit and enchanting makeup, he kicked off his shoes lazily as usual, when Jian Yu sighed and picked up the shoes for him, he turned around in a good mood and pinched Jian Yu's cheek, Seeing Jian Yu's helpless avoidance, he couldn't help but chuckled, not noticing that someone in the living room's face was already darkened when he saw this scene.

Lin Qiao put on slippers, walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. After drinking the water, she noticed that there was still a piece of his beloved fresh meat in the living room.

He stared at Ling Mutian for a while, then lightly parted his lips and commented: "Now I know why so many people want to get a divorce. After a tiring day, I have to look at the faces of my family members when I return home. I can't live through this day."

"Have you eaten dinner yet?" Lin Qiao continued to ask.

Ling Mutian nodded, his expression was stiff and stubborn.

Lin Qiao clicked her lips and patted his shoulder, "Go to my room after taking a shower."

After finishing speaking, he left without giving Ling Mutian time to react.

Ling Mutian watched Lin Qiao disappear at the turn of the stairs, and then turned to look at the people behind him, "Mr. Jian, you and Mr. Lin..."

Jian Yu shook his head and sighed, "For you, seizing the opportunity is more useful than thinking about it."

After talking endlessly, Jian Yu also went upstairs.

Standing alone in the living room, Ling Mutian carefully pondered what he had just heard for a while, but he was still unclear whether the two of them were related or not. He subconsciously began to look for something in common with him from Jian Yu, just like Last time I compared it with Li Shiqin, but I found that the two still had no similarities. Could it be that Lin Qiao's taste is more philanthropic and doesn't have a specific type of preference?

Ling Mutian took a shower, took a deep breath, and then knocked on the door next door. He knocked several times but no one answered. He tentatively pushed the door lightly, and the door opened.

The lights in the room were dimmed, and Lin Qiao lay face down on the bed under the quilt, motionless as if she was asleep.

Ling Mutian closed the door lightly, hesitated for a while, then walked over and sat by the bed.

"Are you still used to it after you get here?" The person lying on the stomach suddenly asked softly.

Ling Mutian's body stiffened involuntarily for a moment, "It's okay."

After he finished answering, there was another long silence, so quiet that Ling Mutian thought Lin Qiao had really fallen asleep.

"Come up." Lin Qiao moved her body to the side without raising her head.

Ling Mutian's breathing was short for a moment, he climbed onto the bed stiffly, and slowly bent down, so close that he could smell the refreshing scent of bath liquid on Lin Qiao's body, Ling Mutian sniffed, but there was no scent of powder.

He couldn't help but leaned closer, wanting to smell it carefully.

"Give me a massage." Lin Qiao said suddenly.

Ling Mutian just woke up like a dream, and quickly sat up straight, his face turned red and then pale, and his mind was disturbed.

Lin Qiao urged again, and then he stretched out his hand to press Lin Qiao's shoulder.

After a few clicks, the person under him let out a contented humming sound, like a proud kitten, and the heart softened when he hummed.

If this person is pressed firmly on the bed, he does this and that, and forces him to make such a nice and confusing voice, what would it feel like... Ling Mutian quickly thought back to that night a few days ago The picture, white and smooth skin, and a flexible body, he gritted his teeth and endured it without saying a word, only uttering a few thin groans when it was really unbearable.

Thinking of this, Ling Mutian was startled suddenly, he was taken aback by his own imagination, and broke out in sweat without knowing it, what happened to him? !Ling Mutian started to hate again, and hated it even more, it was all caused by this person in front of him

He stared intently at the soft, white and tender neck that was close at hand, thinking that as long as he pinched it up and pushed hard, this person might die.

"Xiao Ling," Lin Qiao suddenly said lazily, "You are still so young, you should smile more every day."

Ling Mutian was stunned for a moment, his eyes dimmed.

"The agreement is signed, you want to make me happy, have you forgotten?" Lin Qiao continued, before Ling Mutian could answer, he suddenly chuckled.

"Let's play for a while." Lin Qiao suggested.

"What are you playing?" Ling Mutian was secretly depressed, and was a little puzzled after hearing these words.

"Ahem, umm," Lin Qiao cleared her throat, turned her head to the side against the wall, "Where is the young man from?"

Ling Mutian didn't know if his understanding was wrong, he always felt that Lin Qiao's tone seemed to be molesting a good woman.

"I'm from City H." Ling Mutian replied.

"How old is this year?" Lin Qiao continued to ask.

Ling Mutian didn't know what kind of medicine he sold in the gourd. He knew his own situation, but he still answered truthfully: "28."

"Say 20." Lin Qiao said in an unhappy tone.

"Ah?" Ling Mutian didn't react.

"How old is the young man?" Lin Qiao asked again.

"...20." Ling Mutian hesitated before answering.

Lin Qiao was very satisfied, he could tell from his voice, he chuckled, "You came out to do it at such a young age?"

"...," Ling Mutian didn't know what to answer.

Lin Qiao didn't care, and laughed a few more times before waving her hands in satisfaction, "Okay, I'm going to sleep, let's go back."

From entering this room to going out, Ling Mutian didn't even see Lin Qiao's face, so he came out again. When he left, he was asked to learn more massage skills after class.

The author has something to say: make up the number of words, make up thirty-five thousand