Chapter 88: So Angry
The thick eyelashes trembled, the beautiful corners of the eyes were raised, the dark pupils twinkled, Ji Hean smiled happily, and Lin Yu next to him also raised the corners of his mouth, with a smile full of intimacy and doting.
Two beautiful people together are a delight to the eyes, just like a painting of beauty that one would not want to break.
But Ji Zheng felt that he was not a human being. He was now a jar of well-fermented vinegar, almost becoming sour to death.
He took two steps at a time, walked forward and pulled Ji and An up, suppressed his displeasure, and said with a smile: "Baby, why are you sitting in someone else's seat?"
Ji Hean was suddenly pulled up. He was still a little dazed. He stared at Ji Zheng blankly and asked, "Ah?"
The long eyelashes blinked, and there was a daze in Ji Zheng's extremely fond eyes, like a cub that knew nothing, clean and ignorant.
Ji Zheng's heart beat twice, and a dark light flashed in his dark eyes. He took a deep breath, put on a gentle smile and said, "It's okay, it's time for us to go back to our positions."
"Okay." Ji Hean always felt that something was wrong with Ji Zheng, but he couldn't find out what it was, so he could only nod blankly.
He turned around and smiled at Lin Yu, "Brother Lin Yu, I'll go over first."
"Yeah." A friendly smile appeared. Ji Zheng glanced at it and felt very unhappy.
Anyone who seduces him in front of him is truly despicable!
He wanted to give Yuan Lang a wink, but when he looked up, he saw that the other person was staring at Lin Yu, and he looked stunned.
Yuan Lang was indeed stunned. It was the first time he saw Lin Yu smile so beautifully, with a lively and happy aura from the inside out.
Lin Yu had smiled at home before. Although it looked good, it always revealed a sense of distance and politeness. Every time he saw it, he felt particularly uncomfortable.
Cough, cough! Ji Zheng coughed twice and brought Yuan Lang's wandering soul back.
After coming back to his senses, Yuan Lang felt that he had been rude, his ears turned red again, and he quickly retracted his eyes, not daring to look at Lin Yu again.
By this time everyone had almost finished their meal and it was getting late, so they all stood up and said goodbye.
Before leaving, Ji Hean enthusiastically invited Lin Yu and Xiao Jin to come to his house when they have time, which made Ji Zheng feel happy and sad.
After saying goodbye to Ji Zheng and the others, Lin Yu returned to his indifferent expression, which made Yuan Lang depressed.
I wanted to say something, but my mouth seemed to be sealed by something and I couldn't utter a single word.
He stepped onto the carriage in two steps, turned around and wanted to pull Lin Yu, but found that he was walking towards another carriage.
I almost forgot that Lin Yu also came here by carriage.
The slender and beautiful back was imprinted in Yuan Lang's eyes, and Ji Zheng's words about taking the initiative to communicate suddenly echoed in his mind.
After struggling for a long time, when he saw Lin Yu about to step onto the carriage, Yuan Lang called out dryly, "Lin Yu."
The breeze blew up the hem of his clothes, and his beautiful face turned around to look at him, his soft hair floating with the hem of his clothes, and there was a hint of doubt in his calm eyes. Yuan Lang's heart beat uncontrollably fast, and he stared at him blankly without saying a word.
At this moment, the noisy sounds and environment around him disappeared. The only thing left in Yuan Lang's pupils was the beautiful figure like a banished fairy not far away, and the only thing left in his ears was the heavy heartbeat like a drumstick.
Yuan Lang didn't come back to his senses until he heard the servant's voice. A huge sense of shame rose in his heart, but his liking for that man became even greater.
Pursing his dry lips, clenching his fists in his sleeves, and mustering up his courage, Yuan Lang said to the man, "Come sit with me."
The voice contained a commanding tone that could not be refused.
The moment he said this, Yuan Lang wanted to slap himself to death. This was obviously not what he wanted to say. What he wanted to say was, would you like to ride in a carriage with me?
But after turning it around in my mouth, it became an imperative tone.
"I, I'm not this..."
Before he could finish his explanation, he saw the man slowly walking towards him.
The unspoken words suddenly got stuck in my mouth, and finally made a circle and were swallowed into my stomach.
The constant shouting of vendors and the voices of passers-by on the road, everything made the two people in the carriage seem so quiet at that moment.
What do you want to say? Yuan Lang saw the man lowering his head from the corner of his eye, and he felt nervous and uneasy.
He had a lot of things in his heart, but when he spoke he just couldn't say them. Yuan Lang was very disgusted with his own useless mouth.
However, perhaps God could not bear it, and suddenly, the carriage encountered something and stopped abruptly. Seeing that Lin Yu's head was about to hit the wall of the car, Yuan Lang's heart tightened, and he quickly pulled the person into his arms and hugged him tightly.
The crisp woody scent wafted into his nose, the sound of a strong heartbeat reached his ears, Lin Yu's quiet eyes were a little dazed, and his mind was blank.
So thin. This was Yuan Lang’s first feeling when he hugged the person. It was as if the person’s whole body was just bones.
"Master, are you two okay?" The servant's concerned voice came from outside, breaking the brief silence between the two.
As if struck by electricity, Yuan Lang quickly let go of the person. Realizing what he had just done, his ears turned red. He coughed as if to cover up, and answered loudly, "Nothing."
"Just now a child suddenly rushed out." The servant explained why the carriage stopped suddenly.
"Did you hit any child?" Yuan Lang asked quickly.
"no."
Hearing this, Yuan Lang breathed a sigh of relief and hummed.
His eyes couldn't help but glance at Lin Yu, and saw that he lowered his head and his jade-like hands were tidying up his clothes.
"Did you... bump into anything?" After hesitating for a while, Yuan Lang asked.
The voice, which was different from the usual cold and hard tone, fell into Lin Yu's ears, causing his hand, which was adjusting his sleeves, to pause slightly.
Looking up, he saw Yuan Lang with a cold face. The light hidden in Lin Yu's eyes dimmed instantly, and a trace of self-mockery rose in his heart.
"Nothing...Thank you for what I did."
There was that distant and polite look again.
Yuan Lang was filled with depression and anger. He clenched his hands into fists at his sides, with his knuckles turning white from the force. He wanted to vent his anger, but when his eyes fell on that person, his anger finally turned into frustration.
Forget it. It's all because of my inability to speak. Why should I be angry?
His clenched fists loosened, Yuan Lang closed his eyes dejectedly, and a strong aura of unhappiness surrounded his body.
There was a flash of struggle in his calm eyes. Lin Yu's eyes inadvertently swept over the person opposite him, and his fingers in his sleeves rubbed unconsciously.
In the carriage, the two people had different thoughts and no one spoke.
....
The curtains swayed, the wheels rolled, and in the carriage, Ji Zheng held someone in his arms, gritted his teeth, pinched Ji Hean's face and said, "Ji Xiaogou, you have made it big. You are happier chatting with others than with me."
It was hard for Ji and An not to notice the sour words.
Being jealous means that she cares about herself a lot. She feels sweet inside, her eyes curved into crescents, her white teeth showing, her hands climbed onto Ji Zheng's neck, and she hummed and acted coquettishly, "But the one I like the most is you, Alang."
There is always a particularly noticeable characteristic in the way people who are used to being pampered speak, which is that the ending of their words always rises unconsciously, especially when they are being coquettish, their voice can be so soft.
The big hands dishonestly rubbed up and down the thin back of the person in his arms, and the sour feeling in his heart was immediately disappeared by the sweet sound, leaving no trace.
"Little Ji, why are you so cute?" Ji Zheng had a smile on his face, and he couldn't even pretend to be happy. He leaned over and sighed, "I'm really happy with you."
After saying that, dense kisses fell on Ji Hean's forehead, eyelids, nose tip, cheeks, and lips.
She bent her slender legs and knelt on Ji Zheng's strong thighs facing him. She straightened her back and held Ji Zheng's face with her hands. Her eyes were full of love under her slightly drooping eyelashes.
A soft kiss fell on Ji Zheng's eyes. The slender fingers seemed to seduce or caress, touching Ji Zheng's ears again and again. The tender red lips opened slightly, and the sweet words came out, "Because I like A Lang very much."
Ji Zheng was almost unable to resist this set of silky little moves. The carriage swayed slightly, and Ji Hean's thin body swayed with it. Ji Zheng's deep eyes also swayed with the person in his eyes.
The protruding Adam's apple slid unconsciously, and Ji Zheng pulled the person into his arms, his voice a little hoarse, "Tsk, baby, were you seducing me just now?"
Ji Hean's pupils narrowed slightly, with a hint of doubt on their faces. He didn't understand what he had done to seduce Ji Zheng.
Before he could figure it out, he felt a soft touch on his ear and someone bit his ear bone lightly. It didn't hurt, but it made his hair stand on end and he instantly weakened.
Unable to struggle, she collapsed limply in Ji Zheng's arms.
Lifeless eyes, slightly red corners of eyes, tears on eyelashes, slightly parted red lips, ignorant yet with unspeakable temptation.
His eyes darkened and Ji Zheng covered him with his big hand. This scene was too much of a shock to him. If this continued, he would really stop being a human being.
Lying quietly in Ji Zheng's arms, smelling the woody fragrance coming from Ji Zheng's body, Ji Hean only felt his eyelids gradually becoming heavy, and then fell into a deep sleep.
When he felt the steady and long breathing in his arms, Ji Zheng realized that the person had fallen asleep. A smile flashed in his eyes, and Ji Zheng gently adjusted the person into a comfortable position.
When they arrived at the door of the house, the man was still asleep. Ji Zheng didn't call him. He covered him with clothes and carried him out of the carriage.
He strode into the double bedroom, took off the man's outer robe and shoes, and placed him on the bed covered with a thick quilt.
When she stood up and was about to leave, she found a pair of thin hands holding her clothes. She was obviously very sleepy, but she still forced herself to open her eyes and pulled Ji Zheng, saying, "I want to accompany you."
So spoiled.
Ji Zheng had no choice but to sit down, patting Ji Hean's quilt gently as if coaxing a baby, and said softly: "Go to sleep, your husband is here with you."
After getting the promise, the coquettish person closed his eyes and fell into the darkness again.
Looking at Ji Hean like this, Ji Zheng's mouth corners slowly rose, and the love and doting in his eyes could drown a person.
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