Mengbao against the sky: Daddy fell from the sky

At this time, He Junlin was sitting on the coffee table, making tea. Hearing what she said, he reached out and picked up a purple sand teacup on the tea fan, poured her a cup of tea and handed it to her.

"Thank you." Yang Zhuoying took the teacup, and a sweet scent of tea came to her nostrils. She sniffed it lightly, and took another sip.

Although she didn't know much about tea tasting, the tea tasted sweet and fragrant, which was very different from the teas she had drunk before, so she couldn't help praising: "This tea is delicious."

"Grandma just gave it to me." Seeing that she liked to drink it, the corners of his lips curled into a faint smile.

The two held their cups to taste, and fell into a short silence for a while.

Yang Zhuoying was thinking about how to turn the topic to that matter, her thoughts were spinning, she thought of several plans, and she rejected them one by one in the end, until He Junlin put down the teacup, she couldn't think of a reason.

"It's late, don't drink so much tea, you won't be able to sleep."

Suddenly, a big hand reached out and took away the teacup in her hand. She was stunned for a moment, then saw him stand up and walk towards the study.

"It's so late, let's do it tomorrow."

Seeing him go to the study, Yang Zhuoying thought he was going to stay up late and work overtime again, so she persuaded him without thinking.

"There's still some finishing work, it'll be over in a while, you go to bed first." He waved his hand to let her rest first.

Seeing that he didn't listen to persuasion, Yang Zhuoying sighed secretly, started to pack the tea set, looked at the time, it was almost one o'clock, so she had to go back to her room to take a shower.

After taking a quick shower and changing into pajamas, Yang Zhuoying went to the next door to see her son, worried that he would kick the quilt again.

The little guy was sleeping soundly, and didn't kick the quilt any more. Yang Zhuoying looked at him quietly, with a slight smile on his lips.

Suddenly, a dazzling lightning flashed across the sky, and then the rain poured down.

Yang Zhuoying walked to the window and looked at the rainy sky, inexplicably feeling a sense of peace of mind at home.

I don't know how long she watched it before she came back to her senses, walked to the bed, gently tucked the quilt for her son when he fell down, and then walked out of the room.

Looking at the room opposite with the open door, Yang Zhuoying walked to the door and looked inside, it was empty, obviously the owner of the room hadn't returned to the room yet.

Turning around, she planned to go downstairs to get a glass of water. When she passed the corner, she glanced at the brightly lit study room, her eyes darkened.

Looking away, she went downstairs softly, walked into the kitchen, poured a cup of fresh milk, and put it in the microwave to warm it up.

Holding the heated milk, Yang Zhuoying returned to the study, raised her hand and tapped on the door twice, before waiting for a response from inside, she opened the door, and saw He Junlin sitting behind the desk with her eyes closed.

His eyes fell on his undulating chest, then moved up slowly, and finally stopped on the pair of majestic sword eyebrows.

At this moment, he was sleeping peacefully, but his body exuded a strong icy breath, and there was a faint smell of coffee in the air.

"Really, if someone is the boss and you are the boss, others are singing and singing every night, but you work overtime and stay up late every night. Do you want to make headlines because of your sudden death?" Yang Zhuoying complained.

Putting the milk on the table, he stretched out his hand to wake him up and let him go back to his room to rest, but he glanced at the pile of unfinished documents on the table and sighed secretly.

I'm afraid I woke him up. He won't go back to his room to rest immediately, but continue to work until the pile of documents is completed.

Sighing secretly, he turned and went upstairs to fetch a blanket.

Dim the lights, unfold the blanket, and gently cover He Junlin.

The soft light shrouded his handsome face, which miraculously softened the cold temperament on his body, and Yang Zhuoying couldn't help but stare dumbfounded.

After a while, Yang Zhuoying came back to her senses, and reached out to turn off the laptop, but her wrist was grabbed by a big hand, and then the big hand pulled it hard, and she lay on her back on the table.

Looking up, a handsome and familiar face magnifies in front of her eyes, a pair of dark eyes staring at her deeply, the eyes are so clear, it doesn't look like she just woke up.

"What are you doing?" Yang Zhuoying stared, her voice was a little sharp because of fright, "It hurts so much from you grabbing me, let me go."

As she spoke, she moved her wrist, which was scratched by him, to signal him to let her go.

He Junlin didn't let go, and stared at her intently. Her penetrating eyes made her feel her heart skip a beat.

"Caring about me?" His eyes swept across the blanket on the chair, and the smile on his lips was somewhat smug.

What is this man proud of?Isn't it just to help him cover a blanket, why does he look like he found a treasure, if he didn't know, he would think how mean she was to him.

With a slander in her heart, Yang Zhuoying struggled to get up from him, "Since you're awake, go back to your room and sleep. I don't want to wake up tomorrow and cry out here when I see your sudden death." Before she finished speaking, her lips were covered blocked.

With the strong coffee smell in her mouth, Yang Zhuoying's mind went blank, their bodies were pressed together, and the breath was filled with the unique masculine breath of a man, which made her almost out of breath.

When she was about to suffocate, he said between her lips: "Do you have something to tell me?"

Being kissed so hard to breathe, Yang Zhuoying's brain was buzzing due to lack of oxygen, she only saw his lips opening and closing, but didn't hear what he said, and asked subconsciously: "What did you say?"

Looking at her dazed little face, the corners of He Junlin's mouth slightly raised, and he repeated what he said just now.

This time she heard clearly, but the function of her brain hadn't returned to normal, and she couldn't remember what she wanted to say to him, "I don't remember."

Staring at her blank expression, He Junlin felt that she was so cute, and couldn't help but pecked and kissed her red and swollen lips, coaxing: "You came back overnight, is there something wrong?"

Yang Zhuoying thought for a while, and then told about Zhou Zhiqiao bumping into Tang Ming in the hospital and secretly filming him visiting Yang Haining.

"They should have an affair. If we can get a picture of their affair, then we will have an advantage in this duel. It's a pity that Zhou Zhiqiao didn't get the key evidence. The most important thing is that we don't want to offend Tang Ming directly, so , I just wanted to ask you if there is any way, but..."

"but?"

Yang Zhuoying reached out and rubbed her swollen and painful temples, her thoughts gradually came to her senses, remembering what she said just now, her expression became a little weird.

"If this matter will affect you, then forget it. Anyway, I have other arrangements. It's just icing on the cake that I can find evidence of their affair."

In fact, she came back overnight, not so much because she wanted to ask him for help, but because she just wanted to come back and meet him.Of course, she won't admit it.

"Leave this matter to Jun Shengtian." After pondering for a moment, He Junlin gave an unexpected answer.

"Would this be too much trouble for him?" Jun Shengtian took every opportunity to trouble him for such a trivial matter, even if the friendship was good, she felt a little embarrassed.

"Trust me, he'll be happy. If you don't look for him, he'll be unhappy."