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

Lin Zhujin thought about it, then slowly said, "I'll call him."

After hearing this, Assistant Liu agreed, opened the door and got out of the car.

Although Lin Zhujin didn't ask him to get out of the car, this was already a habit he had developed when he was with Wen Yunsheng. Besides, it would be inappropriate for him to stay in the car while the couple was talking on the phone.

Lin Zhujin held the phone and hesitated for a long time before dialing the number.

The phone rang twice before being connected. There seemed to be some TV sound on the other end of the phone. She thought he was probably watching the live broadcast at home.

Would he see that something was wrong with her?

She asked in a low voice, "Are you watching TV?"

"Ah."

"Did you see me just now?"

"I saw it."

"So, do you see anything wrong?"

After Lin Zhujin asked this question, there was a pause for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, and then after only a few seconds he opened his mouth to speak.

"It's a small mistake, it doesn't matter, the audience shouldn't be able to see it."

Lin Zhujin's eyes suddenly turned red, as if tears would fall if he blinked.

The feeling of grievance that had been tense just now could not be controlled and vented out at this moment.

Her voice was trembling, and Wen Yunsheng could feel her grievance even through the phone.

“That was still a mistake.”

Wen Yunsheng's voice was as gentle as ever, and he gently comforted her: "It's okay, everyone makes mistakes. Are you hurt?"

Lin Zhujin hummed softly, and said in a coquettish tone: "I sprained my ankle. It hurts."

As if she was afraid that the other person couldn't feel it, she repeated it again: "It really hurts a lot."

When Wen Yunsheng heard this, a string in her heart was stretched tight, and every word she said tugged at that string.

It makes people feel itchy and unbearable.

He lowered his voice: "Then I'll pick you up, okay?"

"No." She refused, "I'm already in the car, Assistant Liu will take me back."

Wen Yunsheng coaxed her softly, "Then I'll wait for you at home. Do you want to eat something?"

Lin Zhujin ate very little and drank very little water at night to prevent accidents, as his performance clothes made it inconvenient to go to the toilet. Now he felt a little hungry.

"I want to eat some noodles. Please give me some noodles."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you at home."

After saying that, Lin Zhujin sniffed and hung up the phone.

On the way back when Liu Zhu was driving, Lin Zhujin kept wondering why he had shown his vulnerability so unreservedly in front of Wen Yunsheng.

It seems that only in front of him can I be myself.

But she can't be herself in front of others, she can only be the dancer Lin Zhujin.

It is Lin Zhoujin who possesses both advantages and praise.

But it seemed that in front of Wen Yunsheng she could do whatever she wanted, she could be fragile, not so good, and she could make mistakes.

He was also the one who told her: Don't deny your own value, you are good.

When the car drove into Tang Palace, Lin Zhujin lowered the window. The scenery of Tang Palace was beautiful and extremely quiet. She leaned against the car door and could hear the sound of the wind whistling past and the sound of vehicles passing by on the road.

She likes this quiet road, not just because it is quiet, but because she likes this road because it is her way home.

After the car was parked, Assistant Liu was just about to ask whether to let Mr. Wen come out and carry her in, when the car door lock was just unlocked and she heard the sound of a door opening.

The back door of the car was opened, and Liu Zhu turned around to see Wen Yunsheng standing there in home clothes.

He carefully held Lin Zhujin in his arms and spoke to him in a flat voice.

"Drive the car back, be careful on the road, and take a rest tomorrow."

Liu Zhu was still a little confused and nodded in response.

I suddenly felt a little guilty.

Clearly we had agreed at the beginning that he should take good care of the boss's wife, but something like this happened.

The boss wasn't even angry at all.

Where can I find such a good boss?

Lin Zhujin was a little dazed when he was embraced by him, and when he reacted, he had already entered the door.

The heating in the house was turned on very high, and my little face, which was a little cold just now due to the wind, has now felt much better.

Lin Zhujin had rarely been held like this before.

Intimate and safe.

And this person was Wen Yunsheng. She only needed to relax a little to be able to lean against his chest.

As I thought about this, every cell in my body began to stiffen.

Lin Zhujin didn't feel a little better until Wen Yunsheng put her on the sofa. Although she was sitting on the sofa, the distance between them was not any greater.

Wen Yunsheng was still very close to her.

Lin Zhujin was just about to ask when he heard him speak, lightly, like a feather tickling his ear.

"Are you wronged?"

Although Lin Zhujin felt aggrieved, he knew that it was just a sudden accident and there was nothing to blame.

"Well, I'm not that wronged."

Wen Yunsheng still didn't let her go. One of his hands fell on her waist, stroking something unconsciously, which made Lin Zhoujin feel a little itchy.

With his other hand he brushed the hair on her forehead. Lin Zhujin raised her eyes slightly and saw that his gaze was gentle and affectionate, as if he was caressing some precious treasure.

As a result, when he opened his mouth to speak, Lin Zhujin felt that his tone was particularly gentle.

Like spring water reflecting pear blossoms and dead trees sprouting new buds.

"Who was crying so aggrieved on the phone just now? Why are you still strong after returning home? What grievances are there that I don't want to know?"

"I..."

When he said this, the distance between the two of them became closer, close enough that he could feel his breath right next to him.

Lin Zhujin shrank on the sofa, not daring to look at him anymore. The words were stuck in his throat and he had no time to think about what to say.

She hesitated, and before she could finish a complete sentence, she heard Wen Yunsheng speak again.

"Day and night."

He called her affectionately.

Lin Zhujin's heart suddenly softened and he uttered a small "hmm".

A pair of hands were propped up on the sofa, fingertips playing with it.

Compared with the cramped space and distance between the two of them, Lin Zhujin felt his own heartbeat more intuitively, which was more frequent than drumbeats and louder than bells.

Hitting again and again.

She missed this feeling she had never experienced before.

Is it called heartbeat?

She seemed to muster up her last bit of courage, raised her head slightly, and just as she was about to speak, she noticed that Wen Yunsheng's gaze was firm and passionate.

He said, "Zhuo Zhuo, I want to kiss you."

His voice was low, but when he said this in the quiet winter night, the temperature was hotter than fire.

She was a little overwhelmed and swallowed.

As soon as her lips opened, her view was blocked by his lowered head.

The feeling on my lips is something I have never experienced before.

Warm and humid.

Like a vine growing wildly for no reason in a quiet spring night.

The unique smell on him, like the woody scent left after a dead tree is burned, invaded her bit by bit, inch by inch.