Chapter 141 Lend me your Lu Shiman for a while.
After washing up, Huo Beiyan lay down next to Qin Jiaojiao and held her in his arms from behind.
Qin Jiaojiao felt something in her sleep, turned over and patted Huo Beiyan's face: "It's hot."
Huo Beiyan chuckled, took her hand and placed it on his waist, then bent down and kissed her lips: "Good night."
Huo Beiyan had a dream in his sleep.
He dreamed that he was lying in the ICU and the doctor asked his wife to sign a critical illness notice. However, his wife started gossiping with the doctor halfway through signing.
He was talking with saliva flying and dancing with joy.
He just lay on the hospital bed, watching the monitor become a straight line.
Waking up from his dream, Huo Beiyan tilted his head to look at Qin Jiaojiao who was still sleeping soundly.
Thinking of the scene in the dream, he became a little angry. He controlled the strength of his fingers and pinched her cheeks.
Qin Jiaojiao was woken up by the pinch, her eyes hazy as she looked at Huo Beiyan: "No face transplant, original skin."
"Qin Jiaojiao, don't you have anything you want to ask about what happened yesterday?" Huo Beiyan stared at her nervously.
Qin Jiaojiao buried her head in the quilt and closed her eyes again: "Manman said that being a pervert is a personal choice. All I can do is respect others."
Huo Beiyan had nowhere to say the words he had prepared later.
He discovered that Lu Shiman was his lifelong enemy.
"I'm so sleepy, let's talk after I wake up."
We chatted about gossip too late last night and she hasn't woken up yet.
Huo Beiyan stared at her for several seconds and finally let out a long sigh.
"Go out and sigh, it's so noisy." Qin Jiaojiao kicked him, somewhat dissatisfied.
"Oh." Huo Beiyan quickly got up and left the bedroom, but couldn't help but sigh.
Ji Linshen rarely got up early to exercise today.
It was already past three o'clock last night when we finished gossiping. I was planning to go to bed, but Lu Shiman's hands were restless again, teasing and biting me in various ways.
I couldn't help it and got passionate.
It was already noon when he woke up, and Lu Shiman was still sleeping soundly.
I picked up my phone to check the messages, and when I opened them, they were all from Huo Beiyan.
He glanced over the previous messages and his eyes fell on the last one.
Huo Beiyan: [Lend me your Lu Shiman for a while.]
Ji Lin tightly gripped his phone, a dark light flashing in his eyes.
Afraid of waking up Lu Shiman, he walked out of the bedroom before calling Huo Beiyan.
"Huo Beiyan, do you want me to lend you my life?" Ji Linshen's cold tone was mixed with a bit of anger.
"Why would I need that useless thing? I'm just borrowing it from Shi Man in the bottom lane." Huo Beiyan pinched the root of his nose: "Just borrow it for a while, I..."
"Idiot." Ji Lin cursed and hung up the phone.
Not only did Huo Beiyan not finish his words, but he was also inexplicably scolded.
He felt even more sorry for himself.
Calling back, Huo Beiyan said hurriedly without waiting for Ji Linshen to speak: "I'll just borrow her for a few days, just to understand Qin Jiaojiao's train of thought through her."
"Yesterday, when she discovered that room, I was actually relieved. I was so worried about scaring her that I couldn't hold it in."
"I thought she would be scared, angry, and even want to leave me."
"But I don't want her to think I'm a pervert. I could have explained it yesterday, but after one night, it seems like she's already accepted that I'm a pervert."
Huo Beiyan chattered incessantly, as if he had been holding it in for too long and couldn't find a way to vent.
"So what if you're a pervert?" Ji Linshen suddenly spoke up, lowering his eyes to look at the coat that Lu Shiman casually threw on the sofa: "Lu Shiman is not an item, why should I borrow it?"
"Then let's go out for tea this afternoon. I'll ask a few questions while I ask for directions, okay?"
"Let's go to the old teahouse in Gexiang. Don't you like their Lao Tongxing?"
"Okay, hang up." Ji Linshen did not refuse.
"When will you return to Beijing?" Huo Beiyan asked casually, thinking of the news from Florence.
"In two days, Chu Qi..." Ji Lin swallowed the second half of the sentence with his Adam's apple rolling, his eyelashes casting a dark blue shadow under his eyes.
"Will you lead the way, Shiman?"
"No."
After hanging up the phone, Ji Linshen rubbed the back of the phone with his fingertips, and a shadow quietly spread from the bottom of his heart.
Like a rusty iron box with a crack pried open, the dusty past is oozing out dark red rust.
......
In the old teahouse in Gexiang.
Lu Shiman followed behind Ji Linshen, looking at the ancient building, the covered bridge and flowing water, and a new scene with every step.
Huo Beiyan stood behind the carved wooden window on the second floor, his thumb unconsciously rubbing the rim of the celadon cup, feeling inexplicably nervous.
When he wanted to ask for directions and some questions, he called his mother and asked her to call Qin Jiaojiao away under the pretext of gossip.
"Mr. Ji, please come this way." The waiter in a bamboo green cheongsam led the two through the moon-shaped gate with the jade bracelets on her wrists jingling.
"Ji Linshen, is there no tea for you at home? Why don't you come out and drink wild tea?" Lu Shiman didn't want to go out at first. It would be much better to play games at home and annoy Ji Linshen.
"Do you think domestic tea doesn't have the fragrance of wild tea?" Lu Shiman snorted and laughed: "Oh, man."
Ji Linshen paused and looked at her sideways: "No, Huo Beiyan made an appointment."
The moment you push open the pear wood door, the room is filled with tea smoke like clouds.
Lu Shiman chose a sunny spot to sit down and glanced around the room looking for Qin Jiaojiao.
"Where's Jiaojiao?"
"My mother called her away." Huo Beiyan replied, took a sip of tea, and pondered how to start the conversation.
"Oh, okay." Hearing that Qin Jiaojiao didn't come, Lu Shiman immediately lost interest.
Huo Beiyan glanced at Ji Linshen and motioned him to help him start.
Ji Linshen took the agate-colored tea from the tea artist, his face blurred by the mist. "Huo Beiyan wants to ask Qin Jiaojiao what she thinks of his perversion."
Huo Beiyan frowned. He asked Ji Lin to ask more deeply instead of asking directly.
Lu Shiman leaned his arm on the armrest of the chair, looked at the scenery outside the window with his chin in his hand and said: "I don't understand, but I respect it."
"Lu Shiman, Qin Jiaojiao told you about the little room in my study, right?"
"I told you." Lu Shiman suddenly sat up straight, leaned over slightly and looked at Huo Beiyan carefully: "Do you have any special hobby of secretly taking pictures?"
The corner of Huo Beiyan's eye twitched: "Then why did I only take pictures of Qin Jiaojiao?"
"Who knows? People have many quirks, some even like to eat cement." Lu Shiman tilted his head to look at Ji Linshen: "What's your quirk?"
Ji Lin took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and said calmly: "You."
Lu Shiman smiled brightly: "You are also my hobby."
Ji Linshen met her bright eyes and smiled suddenly: "Well, I know."
"Cough..." Huo Beiyan coughed lightly, indicating that he was still gasping for breath.
"Lu Shiman, is it possible that I like Qin Jiaojiao, so I have so many photos of her?"
Huo Beiyan discovered that it was useless to beat around the bush when talking to Lu Shiman or Qin Jiaojiao.
They didn't understand and couldn't turn around, so they could only play straight, otherwise it would become the current situation.
Lu Shiman thought of the white moonlight and love letter that Qin Jiaojiao mentioned.
"The white moonlight you secretly love is Qin Jiaojiao?"
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