Endless Fall

   Chapter 97 Can you like me more

   "You have a problem with your nose." Lin Jiao refused to admit that she was jealous, let alone mention it.

   That domineering appearance made Pei Zhi laugh.

  Although it is pleasant to be cared about by her, things like this will make her feel sad.

   He remembered what she said about the 'love time', and took the opportunity to change the subject: "Do you remember what date we were together?"

   "August 12, you forgot?"

   "I didn't forget, I just wanted to recall."

   Seeing him fall into 'memory', Lin Jiao also remembered the sweetness at that time: "Even if you don't speak, I will confess to you."

   Pei Zhi looked into her eyes.

   Sometimes, he couldn't tell whether it was because of her 'memory confusion' or whether she was really moved.

   He pressed against her forehead, his voice like a cello plucked by the moonlight: "Beautiful, can you like me more?"

   does not ask her to be like him.

   I just hope she won't leave easily.

   "Of course you can." Lin Jiao was keenly aware of his unease, and held his hand even tighter.

   She lifted her chin and kissed his eyelashes: "I like you more every day than the day before."

   "What if you can't do it?"

"impossible!"

   Pei Zhi raised his eyebrows: "So sure?" He looked at the fluff of her cheeks in the sun, occasionally touching it with his fingertips.

  Itching followed, and Lin Jiao turned her head: "Unless you are behind my back and flirt with others, I will definitely be able to do it."

   "Who can I flirt with?"

   "Those peach blossoms."

   Pei Zhi's nose was almost soured by the smell of vinegar.

   He carried her to his knees, and moved his palms down from the back of her head: "I don't want the best peach blossoms."

   "What if they pester you?"

   "If you can't deal with it, I won't give anyone a chance."

   The sentence "I won't give anyone a chance" won Lin Jiao's heart more than all the sweet words.

   She smiled contentedly, and when he returned to Fang's villa with him, there was still a smile on the corner of her mouth.

   "Beautiful, try this." Fang Liu heard their voices and brought out the freshly baked cake.

   While handing Lin Jia the spoon, she did not forget to take care of Fang Yanwen next to her.

   It's a pity that the other party doesn't appreciate it at all.

   "I'm very supportive, forget it." Or because she was in a bad mood, she didn't even want to watch it.

  Fang Liu caught the irritability in her eyes.

   "Yanwen, what's the matter with you today?" From the moment she went downstairs to say hello, she seemed to be a different person, and it became more and more weird.

  Fang Yanwen made an excuse: "The menstrual period is over."

   "Does your stomach hurt?"

"fine."

   Afraid that she would be uncomfortable later, Fang Liu got up and said, "I'll make you a cup of brown sugar **** tea."

   "Well." Fang Yanwen responded perfunctorily.

   She opened Lin Jiao's Moments again and asked suspiciously, "Sister Jiao, why do you want to set it to be visible for three days?"

   "What's wrong?"

   "I want to see your picture."

  Lin Jiao fed a spoonful of cake to Pei Zhi's mouth, her tone did not fluctuate: "I rarely take selfies."

   "Where did he shoot?"

   "Very few."

   "Then you and your brother didn't take a photo together?" Fang Yanwen's eyes stopped on his face.

"Have."

   "How many photos did you send to me?" She thought about what software to use, and cut out their photo.

"I'm afraid not."

  Lin Jiao pursed her lips shyly and said in a slightly lower voice, "The group photos we took were relatively private."

   They are all adults, Fang Yanwen could not understand.

   She pinched her fingernails on the palm of her hand, and a kind of disgust grew out of her heart: "You two live together?"

   "Is it weird?"

   "It doesn't seem good to live together without marriage."

   "It's up to you to judge whether it's good or not." Pei Zhi looked at her like broken ice splashed on the lake, without a trace of temperature.

   A strong sense of oppression hit, Fang Yanwen felt a chill down her spine the moment she met those eyes.

   She couldn't figure out why such a gentle person would become like this, but he didn't seem to give her a chance to continue exploring.

   "What are you talking about?" Lin Hongyuan, who had finished his lunch break, walked to the living room wearing a dark blue pajamas.

   "Talk about why you haven't woken up yet."

   "Did I sleep a long time?"

  Lin Jiao pushed the cake and tea cup in front of him, without even giving Fang Yanwen a look: "It's been almost two hours."

   "It's easy to get sleepy after drinking alcohol."

  Lin Hongyuan is turning the Bodhi bracelet.

   When he was completely awake, he called Lin Jiao to the outside yard for a walk: "Jiaojiao, how is your grandfather doing recently?"

"pretty good."

   "Is he still refusing to go back to the city?"

   "I didn't ask about this." Lin Jiao sat with him on the swing chair, and swayed forward with her toes pointed.

   She turned to look at him: "You miss him?"

   "Well." Lin Hongyuan's voice was very low, if he didn't listen carefully, he might not be able to hear it.

   He lowered his head and lit a cigarette, looking at the flowers with desolate eyes, and said like a child, "I want to celebrate his birthday."

   "It's still early to the twelfth lunar month."

   "Not early, two months will pass in a flash."

  Lin Jiao could see at a glance what he was thinking.

   she asked softly, "You want me to help?"

  Lin Hongyuan was silent for a long time, the gray smoke overflowing from his mouth covered his expression.

   He sighed and said, "Your grandfather is also getting old, I'm afraid it will be too late if you don't show your filial piety."

"you…"

"what?"

   "It's okay." Lin Jiao swallowed the words in her throat.

   She held his hand between her knees: "I will try to let you meet him before the twelfth lunar month."

   "Are you sure?"

   "You don't worry about me doing things?"

   "Don't worry." He just didn't trust the old man.

   Seeing that the sadness between his brows continued, Lin Jiao grabbed the swing rope and swung forward vigorously.

  Lin Hongyuan, whose buttocks were swayed crookedly, couldn't think about it when he heard the sound of 'creaking'.

   "It's over." He smelled the smell of burning, and quickly patted off the sparks on the pajamas: "The clothes are burnt."

   "I didn't let you smoke."

   "Hurry up and stop!"

   "You don't know how to use your feet?"

  “…”

   Hearing the sound of 'arguing' coming from outside the door, Fang Liu hurriedly went out to take a look, and led the father and daughter back to the living room with a smile.

   The cosy atmosphere continues into the evening.

   The sound of goodbye was blown away by the wind, and the black Mercedes-Benz parked outside the villa's door also drove to the red maple forest before night fell.

   Lin Jiao, who had no keys, stepped into his house again.

   She slumped on the sofa and looked at Pei Zhi who was standing next to the central air conditioner: "Uncle, did your dad let me go back to the old house?"

   "Well, I said it before eleven."

   "Is he looking for me?"

   Pei Zhi repeated what she said at that time.

  He turned up the temperature in the room, and slowly untied the tie around his neck: "When are you going to come back with me?"

   "Next week." Lin Jiao kicked off her slippers.

  Holding the soft pillow, she remembered the relationship between Lin Kanglu and Pei Zhen, her eyes slightly brightened: "Your dad should know a lot."

   "The fifteen years may not be clear." Pei Zhi threw his tie aside and poured juice into the glass.

   He walked to her side and rubbed his palm on the top of her hair: "We'll ask him later."

   (end of this chapter)