Chapter 98 Deliberately angering Lin Jiao for writing a 'guarantee'

   "Okay." Lin Jiao took two sips of juice.

   She picked up the tie, and glanced at the sweater on her body: "Uncle, will you help me carry the things tomorrow?"

"no."

"why?"

   Pei Zhi no longer looked her in the eyes: "I told you before that you can live together after marriage."

   "Then I sleep in the second bedroom?"

   "Beautiful, it's not about where you sleep." He held the hand hanging beside him: "Let's discuss it later, okay?"

  Lin Jiao really didn't understand: "I just want to spend more time with you, is it difficult?"

   "It's not difficult, I'll accompany you every day."

   "Except weekends and working days, you can only accompany me for less than four hours a day, including meals and the journey to and from the company. How many words can we talk during the rest of the time?"

   Pei Zhi knew what she wanted and would not be stupid enough to take facts as an example or even argue with her.

   He leaned over and kissed her cheek, trying to soothe her emotions: "I promise, I will spend more time with you from today, whatever you want to do, I promise, okay?"

  Lin Jiao almost lost her concentration when she met those eyes that were gentle enough to drown her.

   She wrapped her neck around his neck, covered her lips and kissed them over and over again, her voice soft as hell: "Then let me move it here."

   This time it was Pei Zhi's turn to compromise.

  He turned his head to avoid her intimacy while he still had a trace of reason: "Jiaojiao, give me time to think about it."

   "How long to consider?"

   "Half...five months."

  Lin Jiao broke his hand, stepped on the slippers and walked to the coffee table, ready to implement plan B.

   Seeing her picking up her bag and walking towards the entrance, Pei Zhi quickly grabbed her: "Where are you going?"

   "Find someone else."

   "Who are the others?"

   "Someone willing to live with me." Before Lin Jiao could touch the door handle, he was carried back to the living room by him.

   As the world was spinning, a burst of gravity pressed down.

   Pei Zhi took her hands and raised them to the top of his head.

   The light and shadow at the bottom of his eyes were messy, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat: "Do you repeat what you just said?"

   "I said I was looking for..."

   There were strong kisses everywhere, and Lin Jiao, who was forced to bear it, was powerless to resist.

   She narrowed her eyes, and the moment his fingertips slipped between them, she subconsciously intertwined with him.

   It takes a long time to go from anger to addiction.

   When Pei Zhi calmed down, the person in his arms was even blushed at the end of his eyes, looking very pitiful.

   He asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you still looking for it?"

   "...I can't find it anymore."

   "Write a letter of guarantee."

  Lin Jiao suspected that she had heard it wrong.

   When he put the paper and pen in front of her, she was sure that he was not joking: "How to write this?"

   "List one, two, three first."

   "Two or three?"

   "Yes." Pei Zhi avoided her confusion, and simply solved all the problems at once: "You write the first article first, and then ask me after you finish."

  Lin Jiao took up the pen and wrote 'Promise not to find a man other than Pei Zhi', even plan B was forgotten.

   She raised her eyes: "What about the second rule?"

   "Guaranteed to be home on Tuesdays, 4ths and 6ths of the week."

   "Can One Three Five Seven live with you?"

   "Only one, three, five." Under her excited eyes, Pei Zhi raised his thin lips: "Zhou Tian will see the situation."

   The phrase 'depending on the situation' is equivalent to surrendering the right to make a decision.

  Lin Jiao was afraid that he would suddenly regret it, so he hurriedly wrote the second article on the paper and made a note at the back.

   She moved her position: "Article 3."

   "Make sure you only kiss one before you go to sleep."

"I object."

   "Objection is invalid." Pei Zhi didn't want to suffer, let alone dedicate his love to the porcelain wall.

   He urged Lin Jiao to finish writing, pinching her chin to reward her with a kiss: "It's time to press your handprint."

   "Do you have ink pads?"

"It seems to have."

  Lin Jiao waited for him to come back with the ink pad, and without hesitation, put her thumbprint on the signature.

   She took the tissue he handed over and wiped the red mark on her fingertips: "Can you take a look?"

   Pei Zhi followed the letter from the beginning to the end, as if he remembered something and handed back the guarantee.

   He said warmly: "Add one more."

   "Add what?"

   "Promise to be responsible to Pei Zhi."

   "Does this still need to be guaranteed?" She is not a person who always gives up, needless to say, she can do it.

"need."

  Lin Jiao obeyed him once.

   She added a fourth item, drew a small heart at the end, and asked him, "Do you keep it?"

   "Well." Pei Zhi locked the guarantee in the safe in the study, and found time to frame it later.

   He picked up Lin Jiao and lay on the sofa. When he picked up the remote control, he glanced at the bag on the coffee table: "How many clothes did you take?"

   "Two pieces."

   "A bottoming shirt?"

   "No." Lin Jiao leaned over and picked up the bag, opened it and gave him a look: "Only a change of underwear."

   Pei Zhi calmly retracted his gaze.

   He scattered the images that came to his mind, and refused to be haunted by desire: "Can you wear it after so long?"

   "It can be worn." Lin Jiao lay on his chest: "Aunt Fang helped me disinfect it when I left."

   "How to eliminate?"

   "There is a special sterilization machine."

   Pei Zhi found the machine she mentioned in a treasure, and chose the one with the best performance to place an order.

   He was afraid that the preparations were not enough, so he simply gave her the phone and let her choose the necessities.

   "Okay." Lin Jiao moved quickly, but in twenty minutes she even bought couples pajamas.

   She stretched her feet and raised a blanket over their waist and abdomen: "I want to watch a costume drama."

   "Didn't you say you'd never watch it again?"

   "When did you say that?"

   "Last time." Seeing that she really didn't remember, Pei Zhi didn't deliberately help her retrieve her memory.

   He clicked on the filter bar: "Which one do you want to watch?"

   The update has been changed back to the original time, 00:01 (if the system delay is estimated to be around 02, 03)

  

  

   (end of this chapter)