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

The phone was not hung up yet. Perhaps because Lin Zhujin had been silent for too long, some subtle noises were heard. Li Xiangfu felt something was wrong. Normally, she would have asked her to be more low-key in embarrassment, but now, she remained silent for a long time without saying a word.

She then asked carefully.

"Jinjin, what's wrong with you?"

In a short period of time, many scenes flashed through Lin Zhujin's mind. In every scene, Wen Yuanshao smiled at him, gave her the championship medal he had worked so hard to win, gave her a bouquet of flowers after each of his performances, and generously told people around him that she was the most important person to him.

But after all the images flashed, only the cold and bored image of him last night remained.

"Aren't you tired? Lin Zhujin."

Is the most important person, but not the favorite.

And now that he likes someone else, he can pretend that nothing happened before.

He can say righteously that I have never given you any illusions and that you were just being wishful thinking.

She thought about questioning, accusing, or just having a good cry.

But when they came to his lips, those vicious and hurtful words became just dry sentences.

"Wen Yuanshao and I have nothing to do with each other anymore, and that girl is not me."

"Fufu, I'm a little sleepy. I'm going to sleep first."

Her voice was slightly hoarse when she spoke, and she hung up the phone in a hurry as if she was escaping.

In the moment when her mind was clear, she thought that if Fu Fu saw it, her family would probably see it too, so she subconsciously turned off her phone as a way of avoiding herself.

After that, I leaned against the head of the bed, and my whole body seemed to be in pain starting from the head, gradually spreading to my limbs and bones. The pain was indescribable, and my body felt cold to the bone.

She wrapped herself in a thick blanket, but still felt cold in her limbs, as if she had been left in the dead of winter. She felt uncomfortable no matter how she sat.

When I got out of bed, my feet felt as soft as if they were stepping on cotton.

I dragged my heavy body to the living room to get the antipyretic medicine, but when I found the medicine I didn't even have the strength to open the bottle of mineral water.

The kettle was also empty. Lin Zhoujin finally understood what it meant when it rains but it pours.

After taking the medicine, Lin Zhujin wrapped himself in a blanket, lay on the sofa and fell asleep.

I slept until four in the afternoon.

I haven't eaten anything all day, but I don't feel very hungry at this moment.

It was dark outside the window, and the gray-brown sky seemed to have stolen her thoughts.

A thin layer of snow had already accumulated from the snow that fell last night. Lin Zhujin loved the first snow day the most, but now was the day she hated the most.

Looking at the black screen of his phone, Lin Zhujin still didn't have the courage to turn it on.

She leaned over and picked up the ear thermometer on the table, pressed it behind her left ear, and let go only after she heard a beep.

The screen is lit with orange light, 37.5

It's a low-grade fever. It seems this medicine is still somewhat useful.

Looking at the medicine box written entirely in English letters, the last bit of memories from last night inevitably started to come back to me.

When she was about to get off the car with her umbrella in hand, Wen Yunsheng called her again. She watched him take out a box of medicine from the small storage compartment in front of him and hand it to her.

"Fever reducer."

Lin Zhujin was stunned for a moment, and when he raised his eyes, his gaze met his in the dark carriage. The atmosphere was frozen for a few seconds.

After a moment, Lin Zhujin lowered his head and took the box of medicine.

Maybe it was because the lighting was too dim last night, and even when I reached out to take it, my fingers brushed lightly against the back of his hand.

The dim light brings a little warmth to your fingertips.

She hastily withdrew her hand.

He lowered his head and whispered a thank you.

At that time, I never thought that I would actually have a fever.

He really was a prophet. Thinking of this, she turned her gaze to the door. She walked slowly to the door and thought about bringing in the umbrella that she had placed at the door last night.

The houses here are arranged on each floor, so it is usually okay to take off your shoes outside, so I just hung my umbrella on the railing at the door last night.

But Lin Zhujin never expected that when she opened the door, she would see the only person who brought her warmth last night standing at the door.

Come with a chill.

He just stood there straight, the loose gray-black tweed coat looked particularly good on him, and when he turned around, one could see the suit he was wearing underneath. His facial lines were smooth, and perhaps he had been standing outside for a while, the tip of his nose was stained with a hint of pink.

He held an unlit cigarette in his hand.

There was no smell of smoke in the air.

Lin Zhujin’s first reaction was why was he here?

How did he get up in this elevator that serves only one household?

"Uncle."

Wen Yunsheng nodded, and when he spoke his voice was still as calm as last night, but with a hint of hoarseness.

"Your phone is turned off, and your family is a little worried about where you live. I took the liberty of coming up here after sending you home last night."

His reply was gentle and polite. Lin Zhujin stood there in a daze, feeling a little at a loss as to what to do.

Wen Yunsheng's eyes followed her pajamas upwards. It was a long, furry gown with one button undone at the collar, revealing her fair neck. Her lips were a little pale, and she looked listless.

"sick?"

Wen Yunsheng raised his voice and asked again.

Lin Zhujin raised his eyes and nodded, then he came to his senses and found that he was still standing outside the door. He slightly tilted his body to make room for him.

"It's almost done. Uncle, if you don't mind, please come in first."

Lin Zhujin felt that he was so drunk that he let his uncle stand at the door for so long.

Wen Yunsheng did not go in directly, but asked politely: "Is it convenient?"

He rarely goes directly to other people's homes, even to his close friends. He doesn't like to intrude into other people's private space, and the same goes for himself.

What's more, girls' private space might be inconvenient.

He didn't want her to let him in just out of politeness.

Lin Zhujin didn't think much and said directly: "It's convenient. It's cold outside. Come in first."

She has the habit of cleaning whenever she wants, so even if she is alone at home, the house is usually clean and tidy, except for the room which was not cleaned up because of a serious burn last night, the living room is still presentable.

Wen Yunsheng finally went in and sat on the sofa, feeling a little restrained.

The sofa in the girl's house is also a delicate and small type, which seems a bit out of place for someone like Wen Yunsheng.

Lin Zhujin poured him a glass of water.

When he was about to speak, he sneezed several times.

Wen Yunsheng wanted to ask something else, but swallowed it back.

"How did my uncle know which building I live in?"

Although the question sounded a bit accusatory, Lin Zhujin couldn't help but feel curious. He only sent her to the door last night, so how did he know which floor and which household she lived in?

I hope my uncle won’t be angry.

"Yujin City is my property."

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