After the sick top was forced to marry

Pei Ming took a piece of clothing into the bedroom: "Brother Lin, you..."

Seeing the withered flower in Lin Zijin's hand, he froze for a moment: "Brother Lin?"

Lin Zijin came back to his senses: "What?"

"I asked you, is this your dress?" Pei Ming smiled, "I messed it up together."

Lin Zijin gave a absent-minded "hmm": "It should be."

Pei Ming walked towards him holding the clothes: "What are you doing with this?"

Lin Zijin put the half flower stalk back into the glass bottle: "It looked pretty when it wasn't withered. I thought I'd ask Li Hua if he knew what kind of flower it was, and I'd buy another bouquet back."

Pei Ming held the corner of his lips, and smiled a bit reluctantly: "Just tell me what you like, don't ask Brother Li, he may not know."

"Li Hua knows."

Lin Zijin didn't notice Pei Ming's sudden unnatural expression: "I just asked him that the flower is bellflower, why did you think of buying this?"

Pei Ming coughed lightly: "When I bought succulents, the boss recommended it. He said it looks good as a decoration at home, so I bought it. I didn't expect you to like it."

Lin Zijin nodded thoughtfully: "That's it."

"Brother Lin, my things are almost packed," Pei Ming said, "Let's go?"

"Let's go then."

Lin Zijin got up and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Pei Ming alone to breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he didn't continue to worry about the bouquet of flowers, otherwise it would be nothing if he endured it for so many years.

***

Tickets were changed in a hurry, and the two could not go through the exclusive passage, but could only squeeze through the ordinary passage at the risk of being discovered by fans.

Lin Zijin lined up in the queue and checked Weibo, and saw that there was already a Yu Ji with a keen sense of smell following the two of them, and the caption said they were going on their honeymoon, which was very nonsense.

Pei Ming glanced over his shoulder and saw the soft post on the marketing account, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to remove this?"

All of his breath sprayed on Lin Zijin's side neck, causing him to lose half of his body.

"No need," Lin Zijin moved aside calmly, "Just hang it like this."

Pei Ming didn't seem to understand, and looked at him with some puzzlement.

Lin Zijin sighed, and explained to him in a low voice: "Be a show, otherwise they will think that we are a fake marriage sooner or later."

Pei Ming's fingertips holding his shoulder trembled, lowered his eyelashes to cover the gloomy eyes: "Got it."

Lin Zijin didn't notice the change in his tone, and still frowned at the marketing account to spread rumors, and took screenshots one by one to Zeng Xi to make her pay more attention.

Fortunately, it is not the peak period of winter and summer vacations, it is just an ordinary working day, there are not too many people on the plane, and there are quite a few vacant seats for the two of them.

Lin Zijin didn't sleep well last night. He originally wanted to read the script by chance, but he started to feel sleepy as soon as the plane took off.

He suspected that it was because there was a sleeping pill surnamed Pei sitting next to him, so he asked Pei Ming to sit in the empty seat next door, so as not to let him sleep directly for the entire flight.

But Pei Ming seemed aggrieved: "Brother Lin, you despise me."

"I don't," Lin Zijin said, "You always feel sleepy when you sit next to me."

Pei Ming glanced at him, then silently moved to the next seat with his backpack in his arms.

Only then did Lin Zijin feel that his brain was a little more clear-headed. He forced himself to turn over a few pages of the script, and noticed a gaze that was fixed on him indifferently.

He looked up at the direction where Pei Ming was sitting, and found that the little star was turning his face to the direction of the aisle between the two rows of seats, as if he was sleeping.

Lin Zijin lowered his eyes again and continued to flip through the script, and that lingering gaze came to the door again.

He took a deep breath, raised his head suddenly, and happened to meet Pei Ming's flustered eyes.

"Pei Ming," he said, "what are you looking at?"

Pei Ming lowered his eyes trying to hide it: "Look out the window."

Lin Zijin glanced at the sun visor that was half pulled down by himself, and smiled angrily: "What window are you looking at? Does the sun visor look good?"

Pei Ming nodded first, then quickly shook his head wildly like a rattle when he realized something was wrong.

Lin Zijin stared at him for a while: "What are you looking at?"

A blush gradually spread on Pei Ming's side face.

He stumbled and faltered for a long time before explaining a sentence: "I, I see you..."

"What are you looking at me for?" Lin Zijin didn't let him go, "Speak."

Pei Ming looked around with some embarrassment: "Brother Lin..."

Lin Zijin was unmoved: "No one can hear you."

"Why am I fine?"

Pei Ming's voice became smaller and smaller, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him: "You ignore me again, I can only look at you."

Lin Zijin looked a little funny at his cautiously admitting his mistakes, and continued to scare him with a sullen face: "Look at me, can I talk to you?"

Pei Ming nodded and shook his head: "Although I really want you to talk to me, but you are working, I can't disturb you."

Quite considerate.

Lin Zijin smiled helplessly: "Come and sit."

Although he really didn't want to sit with a sleeping pill, Pei Ming's dog's eyes became wet when he was wronged, like a poor puppy who couldn't wait for his master.

Lin Zijin couldn't stand the way he looked at him the most, no matter how angry or reluctant he was, he could compromise most of the time.

It's been a long time since he compromised with someone so many times, and he usually leaves when he's upset, and he's always been ruthless.

But Pei Ming perfectly evaded his thunder point as if he hit his numbness directly, and even knew his character of being soft but not hard.

But Lin Zijin had nothing to do with Pei Ming.

Pei Ming's eyes lit up, he quickly moved back, and sat down next to him: "Brother Lin, why don't you sleep for a while."

Lin Zijin glanced at him: "No."

"Get some sleep," Pei Ming said, "The bed in the hotel was too small last night, I'm afraid you didn't sleep well."

Lin Zijin let out a "hmm", and turned another page of the script in his hand.

Pei Ming leaned quietly beside him, lowered his head and concentrated on playing offline Tetris on his mobile phone. He hadn't played for a long time, but felt a sudden sinking on his shoulders.

The person who insisted on reading the script just now is leaning on his shoulder with his eyes closed, breathing evenly and lightly.

Pei Ming breathed lightly on purpose, as if afraid of waking up the people around him, he took the script away from his hand, and gently covered him with his blanket.

The sleeping person seemed to be sleeping unsteadily, frowned slightly, and nestled into Pei Ming's shoulder again.

Pei Ming subconsciously stretched out his hand, and lightly touched the center of his brow, smoothing out the frown.

Why are you willing to frown while sleeping?

He lowered his head and placed a light kiss on the forehead of the man in his arms.

***

Lin Zijin didn't sleep well this time.

He had a grotesque dream, the face of the person in the dream was not clear, but the thin and broken voices surrounded him like the stereo sound, forming a closed loop that no one could escape.

The moment the plane landed, the cabin trembled.

Lin Zijin suddenly woke up from his dream, and found that he was being hugged in his arms, and the person who was hugging him had just woken up, looking around in confusion.

"let go."

Lin Zijin poked Pei Ming's waist, and Pei Ming released his hand as if startled: "Brother Lin, did you sleep well?"

"Okay."

The chair on the plane is no more comfortable than the single bed in the hotel. The backache is still backache.

But he was afraid of leaving a "hypocritical" impression in Pei Ming's heart, so he just brushed off his feelings hastily.

He put on the mask, moved his limbs and joints, and prepared to get off the plane.

The car that made an appointment to pick them up was parked at the gate of the airport. It was a small car.

There are countless scratches on this black car, and the vicissitudes of life on it can be seen with the naked eye.

Lin Zijin raised his eyebrows, and suddenly had some bad guesses about the upcoming journey.

Pei Ming helped him put the suitcase in the trunk, and fastened the seat belt for him after getting in the car.

The driver spoke mandarin with a dialect, and Lin Zijin could barely understand every word, but Pei Ming had no communication barriers and could answer the driver fluently.

Lin Zijin absently fiddled with the thread protruding from the seat belt, but suddenly heard the driver laugh heartily.

He looked at the two of them inexplicably, and saw Pei Ming looking at him with a full smile, the tenderness in his eyes was like water.

Lin Zijin's heart skipped a few beats from his gaze, and he stretched out his hand to poke Pei Ming: "What are you talking about?"

Pei Ming took his hand and said in a low voice, "Uncle Li asked me who you are, and I said you are my lover."

Lin Zijin raised his eyebrows: "Is there no need to act now?"

Pei Ming's movements paused, and he held him tighter without hesitation: "I'm in the show all the time, so I won't show my feet suddenly, right, Mr. Lin?"

Lin Zijin narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him with a bad expression.

But Pei Ming didn't immediately confess his love as usual, and stared at him unabashedly.

As a result, Lin Zijin looked away first, and said in a low voice, "That shouldn't make you laugh like that."

If it is because of this sentence, of course not.

In fact, his answer just now was not "lover", but "wife".

That's why the driver laughed so loudly.

I won't talk about this with Lin Zijin, because if I talk about it, people will definitely blow their hair.

Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, Lin Zijin took his hand out of Pei Ming's and turned to look out the car window.

The scenery outside the window is getting farther and farther away from the "modern", and gradually there are many not-so-high mountains and forests that cover the entire hillside.

The scenery is quite beautiful, but the road conditions in some sections of the road are really inhumane.

As soon as his thoughts flew out with the scene, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

"Hey."

When Lin Zijin picked up the phone, he heard a "Zi Zi la la" electrical sound.

He frowned slightly, feeling that the electric current was a bit noisy.

"Where did you and Pei Ming go?" A familiar female voice sounded from the opposite side, "Why can't I hear you clearly?"

Lin Zijin said "hmm": "In Yunnan, it may be that the signal is not good. What's the matter?"

"I just found what you asked me to check, my God, I didn't expect it to be..."

Although Zeng Xi's voice was loud, the words were still intermittent, and it was impossible to hear what was said.

Lin Zijin asked Zeng Xi to repeat it many times, but still he could only hear the sound of electric current, causing him a headache: "Forget it, sister Zeng, if you have something to do, just send me a message and hang up first."

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