Chapter 92 Trying to deceive his kiss

  The nurse pulled the curtain.

   Hearing a sound from the heart rate monitor, Shen Yi turned off the rear camera and found Pei Zhi with the photo taken.

   He leaned against the sink: "I think his mental state is particularly bad, and it is estimated that he was psychologically shadowed by that group of people."

   Pei Zhi's reaction was mediocre after seeing the photo.

   "Just right." He put the makeup remover and toiletries in the bag: "You can make an extra buck."

   "That's true."

   Shen Yi couldn't see the water stains by the pool, and subconsciously wiped it with a tissue: "Where are you going back tonight?"

   "Each home."

   "Aren't you afraid that Lin Jiao will make trouble with you?"

   "I'm afraid." Pei Zhi looked out: "But I'm more afraid of her doing something that challenges my self-control."

   In the hospital, he can also use surveillance as an excuse.

  If he took her home, he would have to face all kinds of torture and go to the bathroom frequently.

   "You won't lose a piece of meat if you kiss twice." Shen Yi slowly washed his hands: "Why are you like a chaste and strong man now?"

   "I'm responsible for her."

   Pei Zhi turned his head and left the bathroom.

   He walked to Lin Jiao's side, hooked up the laces of the shoes lying on the ground, and tied a bow for her: "Shen Yi, let's go first."

  Shen Yi responded: "Be careful on the road."

   He watched the two accompanying figures move away, and went to the other end to complete his mission.

   The sound of ambulance lingering over Tongji gradually disappeared when the Mercedes opened the door to discharge.

  Lin Jiao, who was sitting in the passenger car, opened the car window and felt the breeze with the fragrance of gardenias.

   When she turned her head, the shimmering light of the sunset was still intertwined in her eyes, which was not bright enough but attracted attention.

   "Uncle."

"Um?"

   "I want to go home with you."

When    met her line of sight, Pei Zhi's heartbeat suddenly slowed for half a beat: "Maybe not tonight."

"why?"

   "I'm going to go back to the old house." The excuse was that he had already thought about it, but when he said it, he felt that it was inappropriate to deceive her.

  Lin Jiao lowered her eyelashes slightly, and she was lost.

   She rubbed the seat belt fastened in front of her and asked after a long silence, "What about tomorrow?"

   "Tomorrow is over there too."

"the day after tomorrow?"

   Pei Zhi did not answer.

   He rubbed the top of her hair: "Jiaojiao, will I tell you when I'm sure?"

   "Then don't make me wait too long."

"Won't."

   got his affirmative answer, and Lin Jiao, who always believed in him, did not hold on to this topic anymore.

   She turned to face him, and drew his outline covetously: "I'm going out to play tomorrow, I can't see you anymore."

   "With whom?"

   "Qian Yue, and Yilan."

   Hearing an unfamiliar name, Pei Zhi was still searching for a moment in his memory.

   He turned the steering wheel and asked uncertainly, "Is Qian Yue the one who studied medicine?"

   "Yeah, haven't you seen it?"

"Maybe not."

  Lin Jiao watched him drive the car to the downstairs of the unit, and stretched out his hands again, waiting for him to come and hug: "I'll let you meet when I have a chance."

   "Yeah." Pei Zhi hugged her waist.

   He pressed against her full forehead, and when meeting those eyes, he couldn't help but be reluctant: "Remember to send me your location when you go out."

   "Kiss first." Lin Jiao tapped her lips and tried her best to deceive him into kissing: "If you don't kiss, I'll probably forget it."

   Pei Zhi couldn't help her.

   He rolled his Adam's apple, tilted his head to cover his red lips, and paused for five seconds before daring to retreat.

   "Good." He repeated what he said just now, his voice inexplicably hoarse: "Be sure to remember."

   "Got it." Lin Jiao got off the car with satisfaction.

   She stepped into the elevator, went home before the sunset, and went to the bar street near the CBD when night fell the next day.

The business of   Bar Street is still booming.

   Every weekend, there are several times more drinkers than usual, and the bars passing by can hear lively chats and laughter.

   "Beautiful, here!" Pei Yilan leaned against the window on the second floor of "Late Come" and waved to her.

  Lin Jiao glanced up, stepped into the door Waiter opened for her, and walked up the creaking plank stairs.

   "Has Qian Yue arrived yet?" She took off her beige coat and sat down beside Pei Yilan.

"almost."

   Pei Yilan gave her a cup of drunk Sanxian.

   She looked at Lin Jiao sideways, and when she saw the sweetness around her brows, she couldn't help but wonder, "How far have you and uncle developed?"

   "Currently only kissing."

   "Kissing?!"

  Lin Jiao nodded: "But the strange thing is that I didn't experience the feeling that Qian Yue said."

   "Did you use it the wrong way?"

   "What's wrong?"

   "Tell me first about how you received it?" Pei Yilan's eyes were burning with the fire of gossip.

   But the next second, the fire was out.

  Lin Jiao said seriously: "mouth to mouth." She caught Pei Yilan's complicated emotions and asked, "Is something wrong?"

   "Nothing is right." Only then did Pei Yilan realize that she had confused kissing with kissing.

   She found a dynamic picture of a hot kiss in an American drama from the Internet, and explained to her very patiently: "This is called kissing."

  Lin Jiao seems to have learned it.

   She watched the animation three times, and asked again in a situation of "learning": "If he doesn't want to, what should I do?"

   "You have to ask Qian Yue about this."

   "Ask me what?" The charming voice came to their ears with the shallow sound of high heels.

   A red Dior was placed on the table, Qian Yue, who was holding the strap, sat down on the opposite side unhurriedly.

   Her looks are inherited from her mother, with a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets. At first glance, it is easy to think of her as European and American.

   Pei Yilan handed her the phone: "What should I do if I ask you if the other party refuses to open his mouth?"

   I heard such a drastic question as soon as I came here, I would be embarrassed if it was a different person.

   But Qian Yue was calm from beginning to end.

   She looked at Lin Jiao calmly, and seeing that her current state was completely opposite to when Gu Quan was with him, she was quite sure that her feelings for Pei Zhi were not entirely due to 'memory confusion'.

   "Beautiful, what zodiac sign is he?" She no longer hesitated to play the role of a love mentor.

   "Scorpio."

   "Then you can just seduce him directly."

   "How to hook?" Lin Jiao leaned forward, those fox eyes full of desire for 'knowledge'.

   "You just put on a nice pajamas and sit on his lap, he won't be able to resist."

   "What if he can hold back?"

   "It's rare." Qian Yue paused for a few seconds: "If there is, you can kiss him from the back of his neck all the way to the corner of his mouth."

   In the next time, Lin Jiao and Pei Yilan both learned a lot of useful 'knowledge'.

  The former wrote it down carefully, and then said what she wanted to solve the most: "He doesn't want to live with me, what should I do?"

   "It's very simple." Pei Yilan figured out a way without turning her head.

   She shook the glass: "Grandpa has his spare key, I'll get it for you tomorrow."

   "Can it work?"

   "Definitely not." Qian Yue said before Pei Yilan, "This approach will not solve the problem."

   (end of this chapter)