As Su Jin was playing on her phone while lying in bed at night, Zheng Lin brought over a basin of water, reached under the covers with his large hand, and pulled out a pair of fair and beautiful legs.
Su Jin glanced at it and said somewhat embarrassedly, "You're really going to wash my feet? Actually, I didn't really want to wash my feet that much."
She just finished showering, so there's no need for her to wash her feet again separately.
“Since I said it, I will definitely do it,” Zheng Lin said. “Put your feet down.”
Su Jin straightened up and sat cross-legged on the bed, pulling her legs together: "There's no need for that. Let's skip it today. I'll assume you've already washed me."
"Thank you for your consideration, Madam." Zheng Lin smiled arrogantly, took off his coat, changed into his pajamas, and then sat on the bed.
He casually pulled her leg over and gently kneaded it in his hands. "How's the pressure?"
Su Jin was chatting with Song Leilei. She nodded while staring at her phone, "Yeah, it's pretty good. If our group goes bankrupt one day, we can still open a massage parlor. You can give massages to the customers, and I'll be in charge of collecting the money."
Zheng Lin: "......"
"You're quite good at assigning tasks," Zheng Lin said sarcastically, clenching his fist. "But you won't have the chance to collect the money; the probability of that is even smaller than the probability of a comet hitting the Earth."
Are you allergic to romance?
"Is this romantic? Bankruptcy, is that romantic?"
Su Jin finally looked up at him. "When a couple faces hardship, they join hands to overcome the difficulties. From a wealthy couple to a couple in distress, how romantic is that?"
Zheng Lin paused in his leg-rubbing motion, realizing that there was indeed an insurmountable gap between their ways of thinking.
If Xiaojin says it's romantic, then it's romantic.
To maintain harmony in their relationship, he said something against his will, "I also think it's very romantic."
As her legs were being kneaded and rubbed, Su Jin felt sleepy and leaned back, hugging her pillow.
Zheng Lin gazed at his wife's sleeping face, placed his hand on her lower abdomen, and said, "Little one, your father's name is Zheng Lin, and your mother's name is Su Jin. You must remember our names, and don't be like me..." who didn't even know who his parents were.
When Xiao Jin closed the door and went out, he followed her out and heard everything they said.
It turns out that the biological father he thought was his adoptive father was just his adoptive father, and all the hardships he had experienced over the years were a beautiful dream that his adoptive father had painstakingly created for him.
He, too, was a child who grew up being lovingly cared for.
Things I couldn't understand before suddenly became clear.
......
On the other side of the city, Song Leilei sat in the training hall and, noticing that Xiao Jin had stopped replying to her messages, put her phone back in her bag and took a big gulp of her milk tea.
The sound of boxing echoed through the arena.
Song Leilei propped her eyes up with her fingers to keep from falling asleep; her eyes were so sleepy they were unfocused. "Hey, Xu Jingzhi, are you done? It's so late, hurry up and take me home."
Xu Jingzhi blocked a punch aimed at his abdomen and said, "You've only been with your brother for a few minutes, and you're already bored."
Song Leilei got goosebumps all over her body.
From the moment Xu Jingzhi left the Zheng family, he kept calling her "brother," as if he was afraid of not disgusting her enough.
She almost threw up her dinner from the night before!
"Your girlfriend is pretty good, she's been waiting for you all this time. If it were my girlfriend, I'd have to buy her a bag if I wanted her to wait here for me to box."
As he spoke, his opponent punched Xu Jingzhi in the chest.
Mentioning Song Leilei had momentarily distracted Xu Jingzhi, resulting in him taking a solid punch. His opponent promptly withdrew his fist, removed his gloves, and said, "Let's fight another day. Don't keep your girlfriend waiting too long."
Xu Jingzhi's skin and flesh are firm, and a punch won't hurt him much. Since he started boxing, his pain tolerance has become very high.
So Song Leilei's fancy but ineffective moves are like tickling him.
Xu Jingzhi also took off his boxing gloves, glanced at the girl who was dozing off, and smiled slightly at his opponent, "She's not my girlfriend, she's my childhood friend."
As he spoke, he emerged from the ring.
The opponent was a young man with a buzz cut. Upon hearing that the two were just childhood friends and not lovers, he quickly came over as well, putting his arm around Xu Jingzhi's shoulder to create the impression that everyone was familiar with each other.
Xu Jingzhi turned his head and glanced at the person who often sparred with him. This sudden enthusiasm seemed to have a strong purpose behind it.
He also noticed the man with the buzz cut, his gaze fixed on Song Leilei.
Sensing that they had finished their boxing match and that the people had come over, Song Leilei lowered her fingers, groggily reaching out her hand, "Give me a hand, let's hurry home."
The girl's hands were slender and beautiful. Before Xu Jingzhi could react, the short-haired young man had already taken the initiative to grab Song Leilei's hand and pull her up.
Xu Jingzhi: "..." Someone actually tried to flirt with his childhood friend. Are people's tastes this low these days?
“Carry it.” Song Leilei stood there, only moving her mouth.
Xu Jingzhi has been like her personal nanny since she was little. She would carry her when she was tired, feed her when she was hungry, and call on Xu Jingzhi to stand up for her when someone bullied her.
Therefore, she was used to relying on Xu Jingzhi, and even though she scolded and beat him every day, she didn't think that their friendship would be destroyed.
Fearing that the buzz cut would beat her to it again, Xu Jingzhi quickly squatted down, reached behind her with both hands, and scooped Song Leilei up on his back.
After leaving the museum, Xu Jingzhi looked behind him and saw that the man with the buzz cut hadn't followed. He then placed Song Leilei on a stone stool by the side.
Song Leilei pressed her hands against both sides of her cheeks and pulled them down, looking just like the little figures in the world-famous painting "The Scream." She yawned and said, "Why did you put me down? Keep carrying me."
Xu Jingzhi: "Song Leilei, don't you have legs?"
“It hasn’t grown, it hasn’t grown. If you don’t carry me, I’ll tell Uncle Xu.”
"Then go and tell him. If you don't call me 'brother,' I'll carry you on my back."
Song Leilei opened her tired eyelids. "You're too obsessed with your brother."
She opened the beautiful pictures of her crush on her phone, held them in her palm, and showed them to him, saying, "This is what a brother should be like."
She then pointed at Xu Jingzhi and said, "Someone like you, if I call you 'Grandpa,' would you dare to answer?"
Xu Jingzhi licked the corner of his lips and nodded angrily, "Yeah, then call me 'Grandpa' and I'll hear it."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
The street was deserted, and a cold wind blew, making Song Leilei feel uneasy. She was sobered up instantly by the fright.
She suddenly stood up and shouted, "Hey, you son of a bitch, why did you leave by yourself? Come back here!"
Song Leilei took two steps forward and suddenly stopped. Something bumped into her back, startling her so much that she shrank her shoulders and slowly turned her head to look.
After walking a short distance, Xu Jingzhi turned back as if jogging.
He turned around and saw Song Leilei being harassed by a man. Without thinking, he rushed over and punched the man in the face.
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