Did President Ji Urge for Marriage Today?

"I just got off the plane, come here to pick you up." He walked up to Tang Shumi, reached out the wet hair on his cheeks, his voice slowed down, "Have you eaten?"

Tang Shumi pursed her lips and shook her head.

He deliberately ignored the glowing eyes and raised his hand to look at his watch: "It's getting late, go home and eat."

Tang Shumi nodded, her voice was very small: "Okay."

Nuo Da's rain seemed to float outside, and the car was quiet.

Tang Shu looked out the window dumbfoundedly, and the flashing street lights were fainted with neon light by the rain, illusory and hazy.

She will not take the initiative to say what happened.

She did not take the initiative to say, and Ji Linchen would not ask.

After returning to Mingyuan in silence all the way, Tang Shumi went straight to the bathroom, the hot steam rising up, rushing to flush her cheeks.

As soon as she walked out of the bathroom, she smelled the fragrance of the floating food.

There were several dishes on the table, all her favorite, Tang Shumi pulled out the chair and sat down.

"Blow dry your hair first." Ji Linchen came out of the kitchen with a small bowl of **** soup in his hand.

Tang Shumi Nunuu mouthed, looked at the fragrant dishes on the table and swallowed a small sip, "Wait a moment, I will go after eating."

Ji Linchen frowned and put the **** soup in front of her, "Drink the soup first."

He just went downstairs to pick up the ingredients, and the butler reminded that it is better to drink a bowl of **** soup to get dampness warm after the rain.

Tang Shumi sniffed and looked disgusted: "It smells so bad, I don't want to drink it."

Ji Linchen condensed his eyebrows and looked at her, Tang Shumi knew that the resistance was ineffective, so she held up the bowl in a slanderous manner.

The smell of **** was too strong and it was very strong. She pinched her nose and wrinkled her face, sipping in small mouthfuls.

Just two sips, Ji Linchen snatched the bowl: "Don't worry if you can't drink it, just take cold medicine later."

Tang Shumi nodded, blinked again, and glanced at the food on the table: "You made these?"

Ji Linchen put down the bowl and said softly, "Could it be you did it?"

"I thought it was made by auntie." She looks so good-looking, she doesn't believe it was made by a chaebol.

"Blow your hair before eating." Ji Linchen frowned as he looked at her wet hair.

Tang Shumi pouted and said, "I don't want it, I'm hungry, I want to eat first."

"Come here." Ji Linchen took her hand and walked to the bedroom.

Tang Shumi didn't resist, so she followed him in a daze.

Same as last time, she sat on the head of the bed while Ji Linchen stood blowing her hair.

After blowing her hair, Tang Shumi rushed to the dining table and hurried to the kitchen after finding that there were no dishes.

"Ji Linchen, where is the bowl?" Tang Shumi called out.

She had never used the refrigerator to get water or facial masks when she entered the kitchen. She had never touched the kitchen utensils, and she hadn't found the bowl for a long time.

Tang Shumi squatted on the ground, opened the cabinet on her right hand and looked at it, so she got up and stood up.

Suddenly hitting something in the back, she turned her head, and the top of her head just brushed off Ji Linchen's chin.

"Here." He reached out and opened the cabinet above his head.

Tang Shumi was stunned for a moment. She didn't realize it could be opened at all. Originally, this kitchen was used as a display, and the decoration was also in accordance with good-looking standards.

Ji Linchen's hands were not stretched high, it looked like she was being hugged by him from behind, Tang Shumi's heart trembled fiercely, and the moment he took the bowl, she turned around and wanted to leave.

The eyes met, and the two faced each other.

This time he was really in his arms.

Tang Shumi looked at him a little at a loss, her hands propped on the table, her body leaned back slightly.

Suddenly heard a crisp crash, it was Ji Linchen who put the bowl behind her.

Tang Shumi Yu Guang glanced at him because of the hand that put the bowl virtual ring around his waist, the roots of his ears burned uncontrollably.

No, what bowl does he put? Shouldn't we take the bowl out?

Just thinking about it, Ji Linchen yelled her name softly: "Tang Shumi."

"Huh?" Tang Shu Mi Sui turned aside to avoid his fiery gaze.

At the same time, he quietly supported his hand on the cooking table, lowered his eyes and looked at her deeply: "I'm hungry."

Between her breath was the scent of light perfume floating on her body. Ji Linchen knew that it was the bottle of her favorite thorny rose in the bathroom.

Tang Shumi felt a strong sense of persecution, and her body leaned back again, her voice trembling: "I'm hungry too, let's go out to eat soon-eh!"

Her red lips closed together, so moist as dripping water, Ji Linchen's eyes sank, and he bent down and held it gently.

As early as at the door of Tang's house, when her eyes were red and she was biting her lip, he wanted to do this.

How could his woman cry for others easily?

Tang Shumi's tears are always shallow, she always stubbornly when she is wronged, and she doesn't like to speak out.

If he didn't ask, doesn't it mean he didn't do anything.

There are some things that he can do in silence, without letting Tang Shumi know.

Tang Shumi seemed to have been poisoned, without any sense of resistance, but a wave of waves in her heart.

She closed her eyes, wrapped her hands around his waist, and let him capture the city.

The lingering, deep kiss ended, Tang Shumi flushed and panted. On the other hand, Ji Linchen still looks like a breeze, he is precious and cold, as if nothing has happened.

Ji Linchen hugged her from the stage and took the bowl out of the kitchen door. Tang Shumi followed him, silently wondering if Ji Linchen had been abstinent for too long?

Tang Shumi thought of the drunk night again, and felt excited.

"What are you thinking about again?" Ji Linchen saw through her heart through her erratic look.

Are you the roundworm in my stomach? Tang Shumi couldn't help but complain, but on the surface pretended to be at a loss: "I didn't think about anything."

Tang Shumi took the dishes and chopsticks sullenly, frowned as soon as he took a bite: "I blame you, the dishes are cold."

"Well, blame me." Ji Linchen's voice was very weak and his face remained unchanged.

Tang Shumi: "..."

She thought he would not speak or just shut her up. It was the first time I saw him so sincerely.

Tang Shumi was really hungry. She ate a whole bowl of rice with her head and emptied two dishes on the table. She touched her belly and muttered: "It's over. I accidentally ate too much and I'm going to gain weight again."

Ji Linchen raised his eyes to look at her, and Tang Shumi curled his lips: "I blame you for making such delicious food." It is more in line with her appetite than what the aunt did.

"Well, blame me, blame me for everything." Ji Linchen retracted his gaze and continued eating slowly, as if he was too lazy and caressed.

Tang Shumi was not angry either, she propped her elbow on the table and looked at him with her face in her arms.

Ji Linchen deserves to have a face, and even eats so good-looking, no wonder every time Ji Linchen does something to her, she blushes uncontrollably.

"Have you seen enough?" Ji Linchen suddenly put down his chopsticks, speaking slowly, with a light tone.

Tang Shumi raised her eyebrows, "No."

"I didn't see enough to go back to the bedroom." Ji Linchen put the dishes together, got up and went to the kitchen.

"..."

Hearing the word bedroom, Tang Shumi's heart was cold, and the brain reflexively flashed through scenes, like a movie.

Why should she be a woman? She wants to be a man and ask Ji Linchen to beg for mercy under her.

Ji Linchen's cold face appeared in his mind again, and Tang Shumi was shocked, feeling deeply afraid of her own thoughts.

As soon as Ji Linchen came out of the bathroom, he saw someone on the bed quickly pulling the quilt over his head.

He chuckled and continued to wipe his hair.

After hearing no movement for a long time, Tang Shumi, who was hiding in the quilt, was complacent that she moved fast enough, when the quilt was opened.

Halfway through his laughter, Ji Linchen's handsome face suddenly broke into his sight.

The smile instantly stiffened.

Ji Linchen said: "Take the medicine first."

He held a water glass in one hand and cold medicine in the other.

Tang Shumi's mouth slowly drooped, she sat up and leaned against the bed, took the cold medicine and swallowed her head up.

Ji Linchen brought water to her mouth.

After taking the medicine, Tang Shumi immediately lay down and said suggestively, "I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

Then pull the quilt over the head again.

"Don't sleep with your head covered, the air is bad." Ji Linchen lifted the quilt away, revealing her head.

Tang Shumi resistedly caught the horns and tossed her, and saw that Ji Linchen did not let go, so she had to give up.

She turned over angrily and lay on her left side, her face buried in the pillow.

Ji Linchen glanced at her, ignored her, put the water glass back, and turned off the light to go to bed.

Tang Shumi obviously felt that the mattress on the right was sunk in. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly and rhythmically, pretending that she was asleep.

As soon as I closed my eyes, many things I had deliberately ignored began to surface again.

She severed her father-daughter relationship with Tang Guohai; the man her mother loved the most had forgotten her anniversary.

So sad.

Family joy has always belonged to others.

She remembered that when she was studying in the UK, she didn't return to China every year during the holidays. Her roommate asked her why other Chinese students went back, why didn't you go back. She explained with a light smile, because they are going home and I don't have a home.

The more I think about it, the more sad it gets, and I suddenly want to find someone to talk to.

"Ji Linchen, are you asleep?" Tang Shumi turned to face him. When Ji Linchen slept, it didn't look as cold as usual, but rather gentle and gentle.

"Yeah." He closed his eyes and responded lightly.

"Oh." There was a sense of loss in her heart. She probably wanted to hear him say "No" or "What's wrong with you?"

The loss quickly faded. The two of them couldn't talk about communicating on weekdays. How could they talk like ordinary couples? Tang Shumi thought about closing her eyes and going to sleep.

"Don't sleep so far."

A low voice suddenly sounded, and a big hand stretched out, Tang Shumi was held in his arms before he could react.

Ji Linchen explained: "You like to move around when you sleep, and it is easy to roll into the bed."

Tang Shumi did not struggle obediently.

She suddenly remembered that he suddenly returned to China one day last year and kicked him under the bed unconsciously when he went to bed at night. Ji Linchen went to the study with a dark face and left early the next morning.

"Be careful I kick you in the middle of the night!" Tang Shumi raised her face, and put the top of her head on his chin.

Ji Linchen closed his eyes and said, "Try it."

Tang Shumi: "..."

The bedroom fell silent, and Tang Shumi looked at the bay window unintentionally to sleep, turning it over several times.

Ji Linchen put a bracelet on her waist to prevent her from moving.

"Ji Linchen." Tang Shumi called to him.

"Ok."

According to the past, Ji Linchen must be angry, but this hush sound is very quiet, without any irritation.

"I remember you graduated from Harvard."

"Ok."

"Are you home for Christmas?"

"No return."

"Then what are you doing at school?"

"Learn."

"..."

Rao put her hand around her waist, Tang Shumi still turned over, she opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling: "What about the Chinese New Year?"

"No return."

"why?"

"I'm not young."

Tang Shumi wanted to ask why again, but she closed her mouth and silenced when she thought of the Ji family's past that had been mentioned after dinner.

The bottom of her heart suddenly became soft, Tang Shumi stretched out her hand like a demon and stroked Ji Linchen's face.

The movements are extremely gentle.

Ji Linchen opened his eyes and took her hand away from his face. His voice was very heavy: "Tang Shumi, are you pitying me?"

Tang Shumi pursed her lips without saying a word.

"Tang Shumi, before you pity me, have pity for yourself."

As soon as the voice fell, Tang Shumi suddenly noticed that the straps of her nightdress were slipping from her shoulders. Before she could make a sound, her lips were caught by a touch of warmth.

Moonlight spilled all over the ground through the gauze curtains, mottled and separated, like the charm of this room.

When she woke up the next day, Tang Shumi found that Ji Linchen hadn't left. She got up under the quilt, but was pulled back by her hand.

"Sleep again." Ji Linchen half-closed his eyes, his voice hoarse, with a trace of laziness that he hasn't awakened.

Tang Shumi wondered: "Aren't you leaving?"

The project in city a is being followed up, and Ji Linchen should be very busy.

"Rest today."

"Take a rest?" Tang Shumi was stunned.

In the rest of his life, he could hear the word rest from Ji Linchen.

"Ok."

"I thought you had to be exhausted on your president chair to know how to write the word rest." Intimacy last night

Let Tang Shumi expose her nature and start teasing him without a word.

Ji Linchen opened his eyes, rubbed the bones of his brows, and said in a light tone: "Don't worry, I won't be tired."

I haven't slept for such a long time, my brain is a little bloated.

So work is so tiring, and it’s too late at night. Tang Shumi couldn’t help beeping: “Since you want to rest, take a good rest. Don’t go back every time you come back and stay up late at night. You don’t have anything.

In fact, she has a thin face, so she can only speak in secret.

"What's there or not?" Ji Linchen asked in a faint voice.

Tang Shumi moved her lips and said with difficulty: "Just like last night." After she finished speaking, she looked up at Ji Linchen: "Are you tired?"

Ji Linchen snorted: "For men, that's relaxation."

"...But I'm tired." Every time I finished rolling the sheets, my whole body seemed to fall apart.

Ji Linchen said lightly, "Aren't you screaming very happy?"

? !

Tang Shumi's cheeks flushed, and she whispered with her neck: "These are two different things."

A sentence or two has broken the usual cold and self-contained cultivation, Ji Linchen did not want to discuss too many topics about the relationship between the sexes with her, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Tang Shumi also sat up, hugged the quilt on her chest, and stared at his bare back.

He only wore a pair of dark gray boxer briefs, his upper body was bare, his back muscles unfolded with his movements, and he was full of masculinity.

But why is a man so white! She lowered her head and glanced at her white chest, then looked up again, it was almost whiter than her.

Ji Linchen looks like a little white face, but once he takes off his clothes, you will find that his figure is almost a burst, coupled with that pure-hearted face, and a proper abstinence system. This caused Tang Shumi to refuse every time Ji Linchen turned into a robed beast, and was even a little happy.

Sure enough, people love beauty, she is too superficial.

"Don't lie down, get up and clean up." Ji Linchen came out of the bathroom and frowned when he saw Tang Shumi still lying on the bed.

"I'll lie down for a while." Tang Shumi opened her mouth and said lazily.

She would go to the cemetery to see her mother in the afternoon, and it would take several hours to drive back and forth.

"Don't you go to Sheshan?" Ji Linchen asked.

Tang Shumi flicked up, sitting cross-legged on the bed, and said in surprise: "How do you know I'm going to Sheshan?"

Although her itinerary had someone to report to Ji Linchen, she did not ask the housekeeper to prepare the car in advance, nor did she reveal that she was going to Sheshan to visit the grave.

But after another thought, there was nothing to be surprised. From the day she and Ji Linchen got engaged, everything was investigated and spread before his eyes. To put it another way, she was in a purely undressed state in front of Ji Linchen, and Ji Linchen saw her completely in vain.

Now that I know that today is my mother's death day, can I ask him to go with him?

Tang Shumi moved her lips, but she couldn't say anything.

Ji Linchen didn't answer her question, but frowned: "It's late, get up quickly and take it downstairs for dinner, and we will leave after dinner."

After speaking, he walked out of the bedroom.

Tang Shumi looked at the emptied door for a moment.

What did he just say? It seems to say "we".

My heart trembled slightly, Ji Linchen meant to go to Sheshan with her?

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