Chapter 85 An Invitation That Can't Be Rejected

   "I didn't hear you clearly." Pei Zhi only knew that the person who called her was crying: "Is it Yanshen's suitor?"

   "Hmm." Lin Jiao summed it up briefly.

   She looked at his side face: "Do you think she really likes Brother Yan, or does she want to use him to climb up?"

   "It depends on the situation."

   Pei Zhi couldn't overturn a boat with a single pole: "You won't know the truth until you see her."

   "Yes." It's true that you can't judge a person's thoughts and thoughts with just a few words.

  Lin Jiao waited for the vehicle to stop at the entrance of the vegetable market, and followed him in to buy vegetables, not thinking about the previous episode.

  The mottled and broken light cast by the shade of the tree elongated the two overlapping figures as they walked.

   Until the afterglow and the moonlight change shifts, continue to use the soft light and shadow to sprinkle on their smiling faces through the curtains.

   "Jiaojiao, do you have time on Saturday?" Pei Zhi turned around and asked her before leaving.

"Yes, I have."

   "Playing together that night?"

   "With Brother Yan and the others?" Lin Jiao took him to the entrance and looked up into those eyes.

   "Hmm." Pei Zhi was suddenly a little nervous.

   He looked away, covered the doorknob with his palm, pressed down, and spread his legs: "I'll go first."

  Lin Jiao watched him leave.

   She looked at the hour hand pointing to twelve, and went to the bathroom to wash up. After receiving his WeChat message, she fell asleep with the quilt.

   Maybe it's been too long without a dream.

The    dream can't wait to spread out in her mind, and the picture that appears is even more extreme than before.

   "姣姣." The man working in the president's office saw her approaching, and stretched out his arms to embrace her.

   He rubbed her waist, his long and narrow eyes were ink-colored, slightly evil: "Did you miss me?"

   "Think." She grabbed his collar and pulled it forward, her lips touching his chin lightly.

   Her grinding movements made him unable to hold back his lips and let him breathe freely.

   The taste is sweeter than candy, filling her mouth, she is soft in his arms, her fingertips cover his coat buttons.

   "Don't make trouble." He seemed to see through her intentions, and raised his chin towards the door.

"Can you say that again?"

   "I'll accompany you when I get home, darling."

   She doesn't want to be good.

   She clings to his neck with one hand and whispers against his ear: "Don't you love me anymore?"

"how come?"

   "Then you pushed me away?"

After    several entanglements, he held the hand that was about to be fooled, his eyes darker than before.

   He suppressed to the extreme: "Be obedient."

   "I don't." She was still messing around, like a troublemaker, she wouldn't stop until she tortured him.

   He who endured to the extreme, couldn't take it any longer.

   He swung the folder in front of him and sat on the long table with her in his arms.

  The overwhelming kiss, and then fell.

   She grasped the tie she gave her, and under his tender intimacy, she gradually sank.

"husband…"

  A deep joy hits my heart.

  Lin Jiao was woken up by her own soft voice.

   She took a few breaths, squeezed her fist as if touching her abdominal muscles, and slammed into the bedding next to her.

   "I'm not ashamed!" She scolded herself and rolled on the bed, forcibly losing sleepiness.

   It wasn't until the eight o'clock alarm clock went off that he left that horrible bed with a pair of dark circles under his eyes.

   When she got into the car, Pei Zhi stretched out a calloused hand and stroked the blackened skin.

   He raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Dream again?"

   As soon as his voice penetrated into the auricle, Lin Jiao remembered his crazy appearance: "No."

   Seeing her eyes dodging and her cheeks blushing on the cloth visible to the naked eye, Pei Zhi was startled instead.

   He observed her expression and concluded that this dream was related to him, but he couldn't guess what he did to her in the dream.

   "Don't look at me, just drive." Lin Jiao glared at him, then lowered her head to eat the breakfast he bought.

   Those unintimidating eyes made Pei Zhi want to laugh, but he didn't dare to laugh, so he obediently stepped on the accelerator.

   To prevent her from ignoring others, he refrained from asking about the dream, and changed the subject: "Dad, let us take the time to go back."

   "What's wrong?"

   "He should want to ask about your grandpa."

  Lin Jiao puffed out her cheeks: "Which aspect?"

   "I don't know." He waited for the green light to turn on and turned the steering wheel to the left: "I heard him say that they haven't seen each other in fifteen years."

"So long?"

   "Well, I guess there is a story."

  Lin Jiao pondered for a while: "Let's go that weekend." She was quite interested in their stories.

   "Okay." Pei Zhi drove the car into the parking lot.

   They chatted all the way to the elevator, and when the door opened, they tacitly stopped communicating.

  Lin Jiao exchanged glances with him before leaving, and walked to the planning department unhurriedly.

   She sat at the workstation to complete a new plan, and was busy until nearly twelve o'clock when a WeChat message popped up unexpectedly.

  Yan Jingshun: [I happened to be talking about something near Shengheng, have a meal together? /picture/]

   Seeing that he sent a picture of Shengheng Hall, Lin Jiao had no room to refuse.

  She sent a WeChat message to Pei Yilan, took off her work badge, and went downstairs to see him.

   "Lin Jiao." A clear voice came from the right side.

   She turned her head and saw a handsome man in a black trench coat running in her direction.

   Yan Jingshun's appearance is very good, the sunshine and mature temperament are mixed together, and it is easy to gain the favor of others.

   He looked at her cheek with a smile, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "There is a house next to me that looks good, let's try it?"

   "Have you made a reservation?"

"right."

  "..." Why ask her if she ordered.

  Lin Jiao was helpless to keep up with him.

   She spoke very little to unfamiliar people, but Yan Jingshun knew how to find topics: "Have you been working in Shengheng for a long time?"

   "Less than three months."

"how do you feel?"

   "Not bad." Lin Jiao didn't want to keep answering, and instead asked him, "How many years have you been abroad?"

   "About four years."

   "Are you living habits over there?"

   "It's okay." Yan Jingshun put his hands in his pockets and kept a certain distance from her: "I just feel homesick."

   "It's normal to be homesick." Lin Jiao walked to the grocery store while listening to him talk about life abroad.

   Fortunately, the journey was not long enough, otherwise her tight back would have been stiff.

   "Look at the menu." After Yan Jingshun sat down opposite her, he handed one of them to her.

  Lin Jiao is not keen on Japanese food.

   But when you have no choice, you have to turn to the first page and slowly look back.

"I want…"

   "Help us get two bottles of bozi soda."

  Yan Jingshun looked up at the waiter: "There are also foie gras caviar, salmon sashimi, sea urchin and salt-grilled beef tongue."

  Lin Jiao silently closed the menu.

   She picked up the glass on the table, took two sips of lemonade, and let him report the name of the dish there.

   "Lin Jiao, what else do you want to eat?"

"No."

   "Let's serve these first." Yan Jingshun handed the menu to the waiter and asked, "Have you been to this store before?"

  Lin Jiao shook her head: "This is the first time."

   (end of this chapter)