Chapter 229 There must be something wrong with this Mr. Lin
After lunch, after sitting in the store for half an hour, Fu Linghe took Yun Zheng's hand and strolled on the pedestrian street of the central square.
It is winter now. Although the afternoon sun is at its strongest, it does not burn people. It is warm and comfortable.
Fu Linghe bought some snacks for Yun Zheng, including the soufflé and milk tea she had just seen.
"I can't walk anymore..." After only half an hour of strolling, Yun Zheng shook his arm, her tone still hinting at a bit of coquettishness.
She didn't expect to go out shopping, she thought she was just going out to have a meal, and she wore a pair of high heels that matched her skirt. Now her ankles were already rubbed with faint red marks.
Fu Linghe glanced at her sideways and saw that she was frowning slightly. His eyes followed her line of sight down to her red ankle.
He frowned and squatted down. His slender fingers gently grasped her ankles, and his fingertips stroked the flushed skin.
"Does it hurt?" He said in a low voice with a hint of distress.
Yun Zheng shook her head. "It's just a bit annoying."
Fu Linghe didn't say anything. He took off her high heels and held them in his hands. Then he squatted in front of her with his back to her and said, "Come up."
His back was particularly clear in the twilight, and his shoulders were taut under his white shirt, outlining a smooth and powerful outline.
Yun Zheng looked at him, and her heart felt like it was gently bumped by something, making it feel sore and soft.
She pursed her lips and smiled, then obediently lay on his back, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rested her cheek on the warm crook of his neck.
His body temperature came through his shirt, like an invisible net, wrapping her tightly.
Yun Zheng couldn't help but rub it. The tip of her nose was filled with the crisp woody scent of his body, mixed with the faint smell of aftershave, which made her feel inexplicably at ease.
Fu Linghe carried her on his back, his steps were steady, with slight ups and downs in each step, which made her relax unconsciously.
"Fu Linghe..." She leaned on his back and called him in a muffled voice.
"Hmm?" he murmured in response, a hint of indulgence in his voice.
"Nothing, I just wanted to call you."
Fu Linghe chuckled when he heard this, his chest vibrating slightly, and Yun Zheng could even feel the rhythm of his breathing.
"I would be happier if Madam called me by another name." There was obvious coaxing in his tone.
Of course Yun Zheng knew what he wanted to hear, but she didn't scream. She just tightened her hands a little and buried her cheek deeper, like a naughty kitten.
Fu Linghe didn't force her, but just carried her on his back and continued walking forward, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.
His car was parked near the square and it didn't take long to get there.
Fu Linghe carefully placed Yun Zheng on the passenger seat, then went around to the trunk to get a pair of plush slippers, squatted down and put them on her.
"Don't wear high heels when shopping in the future." He pinched her ankle, his tone unquestionable.
Yun Zheng blinked. "But it looks good."
"Even if it looks good, it won't do." Fu Linghe raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes deep. "It's one thing for me to carry you, but it hurts more for you."
Yun Zheng's heart warmed and she nodded obediently, "Oh... I see."
Fu Linghe was satisfied. He stood up, closed the car door, walked around to the driver's seat and started the car.
On the way home, Yun Zheng leaned back in her seat, still holding the ribbon on the box of unfinished soufflé in her hand, playing with it intermittently.
Fu Linghe occasionally glanced at her sideways and saw that her eyelids were gradually becoming heavy and her head was nodding like a sleepy kitten.
While waiting for the red light, he reached out and gently held her cheek to make her lean more comfortably.
Yun Zheng unconsciously rubbed his palm in her sleep, and her hair brushed against his wrist, causing a slight itch.
After arriving home, Fu Linghe carefully carried her out.
Yun Zheng half opened her eyes in a daze, and when she saw it was him, she leaned back in peace and let him carry her upstairs.
The gauze curtains in the master bedroom were gently lifted by the night wind, and moonlight poured in through the gaps, casting tiny spots of light on the floor.
Fu Linghe knelt on one knee beside the bed and put her down carefully as if she were a fragile item.
Just as he was about to pull away, Yun Zheng, who was still asleep, suddenly grabbed his cufflinks and muttered vaguely, "Don't go."
Fu Linghe's breathing was slightly stagnant. He leaned over and placed a light kiss on her forehead. "Go to sleep. I won't leave."
He didn't stand up until her fingers loosened, then stood by the bed and looked at her quietly for a while.
Her breathing was even and long, and her eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, making her look defenseless.
Fu Linghe closed the door gently and walked towards the study.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the study, he lit a cigarette. The smoke swirled around him, but it could not dispel the darkness in his eyes.
He held the cigarette in his bony hand, and the ash fell silently into the crystal jar. Fu Linghe put out the cigarette butt.
He took out his cell phone and called Assistant Qi.
The respectful voice of Special Assistant Qi soon came from the other end of the line, "President."
"Help me check the relationship between Lin Yuanshan of Country A's Lin family and the Mo family. Tomorrow is Lin Yuanshan's 70th birthday, so I need to focus on it."
"The sooner the better." Fu Linghe hung up the phone after giving the order.
He always felt that he had seen this Mr. Lin somewhere before, and that he was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he was at the moment.
The point is that when he heard that Yun Zheng was allergic to mangoes, his mood change was too obvious.
Fu Linghe had reason to suspect that he was a member of the Mohist school.
Assistant Qi was very efficient and called Fu Linghe back within 15 minutes.
Assistant Qi: "President, there is indeed a person named Lin Yuanshan in Country A, but his age doesn't match. I have sent your detailed information to your email, please take a look. I have also sent Mr. Mo's information."
Fu Linghe responded, then hung up the phone, turned on the computer and opened the email.
He clicked on Mr. Mo's information, and when he saw the person in the photo, Fu Linghe understood.
Who else could this be but the Mr. Lin they met today?
Fu Linghe didn't even have to open Mr. Lin's document to get the answer he wanted.
His guess was correct, Lin Yuanshan was Mr. Mo.
But why did he go through so much trouble, change his name, and even invite Yun Zheng to a half-fake birthday party?
Fu Linghe actually hasn't figured out the reason yet, but what is certain is that they have come all the way here just to see Yun Zheng.
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