Secret marriage and seduction, Mr. Wen's heart is moved every day

The weather in Huaicheng is changeable. It was still a sunny day when Lin Zhujin received the call to go to the Wen family for dinner.

Now I am sitting in a taxi and it has started to rain outside the window.

Perhaps because of the speeding car, the raindrops of all sizes were hitting the car window one after another.

I feel inexplicably irritated.

To be honest, I didn't really want to have this meal.

At the dinner table, she couldn't help but listen to the parents' polite words, and they would also mention her marriage to Wen Yuanshao. Although they were not engaged, those who knew her basically knew it.

The car was parked in front of Jingyuan's gate and couldn't go in. As soon as I got out of the car, I was hit all over by raindrops as big as beans.

Lin Zhujin held the phone in his hand, still on the screen of calling Wen Yuanshao, but no one answered.

Although her and Wen Yuanshao's relationship was forced upon them by their parents, fortunately Wen Yuanshao was a nice person and treated her well. However, he seemed a little distant in recent months.

Lin Zhujin stretched out his hand to feel the size of the raindrops. Waiting here was not a solution.

Finally, I made up my mind, raised my hands, covered my head, and trotted inside.

When he ran to the door, Lin Zhujin patted the water stains on his body and then pressed the doorbell.

The door opened, and the moment Lin Zhujin looked up she saw Wen Yuanshao's face. It had been about a month since she last saw him, and she was actually distracted for a moment. Wen Yuanshao's face was such that she couldn't take her eyes off him even if she was in a crowd. His face was clear, and as gentle and bright as the dusk.

The pair of eyes as bright as moonlight under the black eyelashes raised slightly, and the moment they looked at each other, Lin Zhoujin pursed his lips and smiled.

He stepped aside to let her in.

She paused at the door. She must have seen it right. There seemed to be some unhappiness and even a hint of irritation in Gang Wen Yuanshao's eyes.

Thinking that maybe his club was too busy, Lin Zhujin said as he changed his shoes.

"I just wanted you to bring me an umbrella, but you didn't answer the phone."

She was concentrating on wiping her hair and didn't notice his momentary dodge.

He walked to the sofa and sat down, leaning back. He had a good figure and long legs, so when he sat down he would cross one leg over the thigh of the other, which made him look particularly relaxed and lazy.

He didn't look up, but said in a deep voice: "I didn't hear it."

Half alienated, half indifferent.

Lin Zhujin looked at him and suddenly a sentence popped into his mind.

Gold and white jade can buy songs and laughter; a drunken streak of months can make one despise kings and princes.

It is particularly relevant to his life situation.

But today she felt that something was not right with him, and she couldn't even tell whether it was a change in his appearance or his heart.

Lin Zhujin felt a little uncomfortable after being wet in the rain. She asked, "I left a skirt here last time. Can you take me to get it?"

Wen Yuanshao didn't say anything. He walked in front while looking at his phone, and seemed very busy.

"The club is busy?"

Wen Yuanshao is playful by nature. After graduation, he opened a racing club. Business was average, but the patrons were mostly wealthy young men in the circle.

He made a lot of money, but most of it was earned by buying his reputation as the young master of the Wen family.

Wen Yuanshao raised his eyes when he heard this and spoke slowly.

"Fortunately."

After going upstairs, Wen Yuanshao remembered that he had taken the skirt away last time, so he had to pick up another one for her to change into.

When Lin Zhujin took it in her hand, she realized something was wrong and asked him about it. He just said that he accidentally got the skirt dirty and threw it away.

After changing his clothes and going downstairs, Wen Yuanshao was still sitting on the sofa as usual, replying to messages with his head down.

Lin Zhujin watched his fingers tapping on the screen. His fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints, and blue veins were faintly visible under his fair skin.

"Want to go out and play tonight?"

"tonight?"

"Well, it's a club party. I'll take you with me."

"..."

Lin Zhujin's first reaction was to refuse, but then he thought it would be awkward to stay here and chat with his parents after dinner, so he might as well follow him and get away first.

"Okay, but I probably won't be able to stay long. I'll have to go to the dance studio soon."

I'm currently preparing for the selection and assessment for the principal position, and nothing can go wrong. I wish I could spend twelve hours in the dance studio every day.

Wen Yuanshao didn't say anything and just responded.

During dinner, his parents exchanged pleasantries and compliments with each other, but Lin Zhoujin basically ignored them.

When it came to the second half, Aunt Qin mentioned the two of them, and her face was smiling so brightly that it looked like a flower blooming.

"You two little ones, too. After the Chinese New Year, Jinjin will be 24 soon, right? Why don't you hurry up?"

Ms. Lin even looked at Lin Zhujin and gave him a wink.

The implied meaning is evident on the paper.

Lin Zhujin had seen such scenes many times, so he just curled his lips and smiled.

Although Wen Yuanshao was a suitable marriage partner, he loved to play like a child, racing every day and risking his life. When Wen Yuanshao mentioned marriage a few years ago, Lin Zhoujin only said, "When you stop racing, we will get married."

She didn't want to live in fear all day long.

She needs Wen Yuanshao to make corresponding contributions and take corresponding responsibilities to this marriage and family.

But Wen Yuanshao couldn't do it, so naturally it has been delayed until now.

In the past, he would just turn a blind eye and deal with such scenes perfunctorily, but today, he didn't know why.

Suddenly he slammed the chopsticks on the table, making a harsh sound.

Lin Zhujin was startled and his heart trembled slightly.

Perhaps it was because he saw Lin Zhujin's parents that his attitude softened a lot.

"Zhou Jin and I will discuss this carefully. I will take him out to play tonight, so I'll excuse myself for now."

Lin's parents have always regarded Wen Yuanshao as their future son-in-law, so they wouldn't take this little thing to heart.

With an awkward smile, she let Lin Zhujin follow her.

Before getting in the car, Lin Zhujin was a little surprised. After fastening her seat belt, she asked curiously, "You are willing to drive this car."

For no other reason than this Voice of the Night was given to Wen Yuanshao by his uncle as a gift for his 18th birthday. Lin Zhujin still remembers that it cost several hundred million yuan.

The presence of a Black Night car and an unavailable Tanggong Villa No. 7 at the coming-of-age ceremony shocked the entire Huaicheng population. Many people envied Wen Yuanshao, but even more people were wary of his uncle, Wen Yunsheng.

He has only driven this car a few times since he was eighteen years old. What important day must it be that made him drive it out today?

She tilted her head to look over, and felt that there was something really wrong with the person in front of her.

It's not just a woman's intuition but also the understanding of him over the years.

But he just said calmly: "Aren't cars meant to be driven? Didn't you want to see it before? Why don't I take you for a ride today?"

He said this in an intimate but somewhat lascivious manner, mixed with a hint of playfulness. He had a smile on his face as he spoke, but Lin Zhujin could still tell that he was a little unhappy.

She is not a person who is good at guessing what others think. In this situation, her first reaction will be to think whether she has done something wrong.

Thinking that he seemed to be in a bad mood, I didn't say anything along the way.

Seeing him driving faster and faster along the way, Lin Zhujin was a little afraid of his speed. She clenched the handle tightly and said in a trembling voice: "Can you slow down?"

Two seconds after he finished speaking, the car pulled over and he stepped on the brake a little too hard.

There was silence for a few seconds, then I heard him speak.

"Why are you unhappy again?"