Chapter 340 What retribution?

Seeing that the time was almost up, the two men packed up their stolen goods.

Qin Jiaojiao sent Lu Shiman to the downstairs of Ji Linshen's company, and went to find Huo Beiyan humming a little tune.

When Lu Shiman arrived at his office, Ji Linshen was still in a meeting.

You walked over to his desk and sat down, your eyes landing on the lock screen of his computer.

The lock screen was a photo, taken at an angle that looked like it was taken candidly, showing her sitting in the sun, looking sleepy.

After rolling her eyes twice, she transferred the photos on her phone to her computer and changed the lock screen and the desktop together.

The office door was pushed open. Lu Shiman guiltily turned off the screen, stood up and laughed dryly: "You...you're back from the meeting?"

"Did something bad?" Ji Linshen loosened his tie, walked in front of her, and glanced at the "crime scene".

Seeing his eyes darting around, Lu Shiman simply sat down on the desk, swinging her legs slightly: "What are you looking at with those shifty eyes?"

"See if someone has left any clues of a crime." Ji Linshen put his hands on the edge of the table, leaned over, and stopped his lips a few centimeters away from her lips.

Lu Shiman's arm climbed up his neck, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the back of his neck, and her lips just brushed his chin: "There will be retribution for wrongly accusing someone."

"What retribution?" Ji Lin tilted his head and his Adam's apple brushed against the tip of her nose. His eyes darkened when he smelled the familiar fragrance.

He lowered his eyes to stare at the bright red, moved closer to kiss her, but she leaned back to avoid him, so he missed.

She suddenly tightened her fingers around the man's neck and pulled him towards her.

Her fingertips brushed across her earlobe, and her deliberately lowered voice was warm and whispered: "Just report it, and you have to respond..." The last syllable disappeared in the tingling sensation of her earlobe being bitten, and she moaned with a gleam in her eyes.

Another unexpected driving.

Ji Lin's palms tensed instantly, and he pinched the person's slender waist and pressed her into his arms.

He placed his palm on the hollow of her lower back, and they could feel each other's rising body temperature through the fabric of their clothes.

"What are you doing? The office is a serious place, don't touch or do anything." She bent her elbows and pressed them against his chest, trying to keep some distance.

Sensing her intention, he increased the strength in his hands, preventing her from breaking free.

His thumb stroked her eyelids, and Ji Lin stared at the red that had not faded. "What's wrong with your eyes?"

"Jiaojiao is crying, I'll be there for her."

Unable to break free, she simply stopped struggling and buried her head in the crook of his neck, breathing deeply, her nose gently rubbing against the warm skin through the fabric of his shirt.

Ji Lin lowered his eyes to look at the furry head, raised his hand to unbutton the two buttons on his collar, pulled open the collar to reveal the collarbone, and chuckled softly: "Can you smell it more clearly this way?"

Lu Shiman rubbed his delicate skin with the tip of her nose, without saying a word, but letting out a satisfied hum.

Ji Linshen combed her long hair slowly with his five fingers, and a few strands of hair were entangled between his fingers, as if he wanted to carve this tingling touch into the lines of his palm.

The sense of satisfaction surging in my chest was almost overflowing, and those gloomy thoughts lurking in the dark were ironed out.

She always found a way to use these sticky little actions to block out his hidden paranoia.

"Is it charged?" Ji Linshen noticed that the body in his arms suddenly straightened up, and he quickly retracted his arms to stabilize his center of gravity.

Lu Shiman jumped up and hit her knee against the chair. He frowned and tried to rub her red knee, but she dodged it skillfully.

"Go home, go home!" The pair of straight long legs wrapped around his waist, and the whole person hung on him like a koala: "Now, immediately."

Ji Linshen held her hips and legs with one hand and quickly closed the computer with the other hand.

The screen reflected the smile on his lips that he couldn't hide in time. The cursor flashed twice on the unsaved document and finally went dark.

"Hey..." Lu Shiman patted his shoulder and pointed to a large black garbage bag not far away: "I didn't take that one."

"Someone will collect the garbage." Ji Lin squinted his eyes and looked at the bulging plastic bag, and said it lightly.

"What garbage? It's! Baby!" She pronounced each word clearly. She jumped off Ji Linshen and ran over, holding the bag to her chest as if protecting food.

He stared at the black garbage bag, as if trying to judge what was inside from the shape of the bag.

Seeing his eyes, Lu Shiman hid the bag behind her: "Don't look at it now, and I won't tell you."

Ji Linshen retracted his gaze, walked to the door and took off Lu Shiman's coat: "Take out your trash first..."

"It's baby."

"Put down your precious garbage first and come and put on your clothes." Ji Linshen adjusted the address and waved at her.

"Can you please speak nicely?"

Ji Linshen leaned against the door frame and raised his eyebrows, his long legs wrapped in suit pants folded over each other: "Then put down your junk baby first?"

"You annoying guy." Lu Shiman snatched the coat from his hand and threw it into his arms as if to vent her anger.

He took the coat and wrapped it around her, his fingertips brushing the back of her neck and pausing deliberately to caress: "Put it on before you start making trouble."

The coat, carrying his scent, covered her shoulders, and Lu Shiman shrank her neck and let him play with it.

The buttons were accurately snapped into the buttonholes, the collar was straightened, and a warm palm suddenly slapped her hips, startling her so much that she almost jumped up.

"Grab your trash and let's go home."

Lu Shiman pouted, raised her leg and gently kicked him on the butt: "You are too Huo Beiyan."

Ji Linshen put on his coat and took the garbage bag from her.

Wrapping her hand in his palm, he glanced at her with eyes full of doting: "When did Huo Beiyan become an adjective?"

"When you curse people in the future, don't use swear words. Use Huo Beiyan instead." Lu Shiman suggested with a smile.

"That's quite dirty." Ji Lin sneered, put his arm around her shoulders and walked out of the office.

Sanzhu came up with a document: "Boss Ji, this document..."

Lu Shiman consciously stepped aside. It was okay to disturb Ji Linshen's work, but she couldn't affect other employees' ability to get off work on time.

Ji Linshen took the document and quickly signed his name: "You guys can go home now."

Sanzhu's eyes lit up. He had already planned to work overtime today. After all, it was the boss's first day back.

"Bye~" Lu Shiman waved to Sanzhu and pulled Ji Linshen towards the elevator.

Sansuke stood there, listening to the sound of the two people talking about what to eat in the evening gradually fade away.

Sure enough, when the president’s wife is around, the president still acts like a human being.

The president a few days ago was like the King of Hell.

They didn't dare to breathe in the president's office, for fear that a wrong breathing rhythm would make Ji Linshen frown.

Sanzhu stared at the slowly closing elevator door, his mood bright and sunny. He turned back to the president's office and said, "Everyone, the crisis is over. Let's go home happily."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They had prayed for their boss's relationship stability at the Yue Lao Temple over the weekend, and it had worked.

It was worth it that each of them spent 1888 to add incense.