When fishing beauty is bound to the rich system

Lin Xinran tilted her head slightly to observe his expression, but he controlled his facial expression so well, or maybe because he had received special training in the army before, she couldn't see anything.

Giving up the idea of ​​observing his expression, Lin Xinran turned her head to look at the numbers rising in the elevator, rubbing his body with her left hand.

I have to say, this guy's abdominal muscles are really good, much better than those in the short videos, and they feel very good too.

The direct elevator was very fast and reached the top floor in no time.

After Lin Xinran unlocked the door with her fingerprint, Duan Ziyuan helped her take off her coat and squatted in front of her to help her change her shoes.

Looking at the man squatting in front of her, Lin Xinran blinked in surprise. Just as she was about to ask why he was so considerate today, she was suddenly held in his arms like a princess and then put on the sofa.

Duan Ziyuan leaned over and covered her red lips. With his other hand, he skillfully lifted her shirt and gently stroked her slender waist.

When Lin Xinran reacted, her nose was already filled with his cold pine scent, and her soft lips were being forcefully attacked by him.

When the love reached its peak, Lin Xinran only felt her scalp tingling, physiological tears sliding down the corners of her eyes, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her whole body was beautiful and charming, like a quietly blooming red rose.

Only then did she realize that she was just jealous.

Moreover, it is a pot of aged vinegar.

She bit his shoulder hard, feeling both helpless and amused.

Duan Ziyuan had no reaction, as if he couldn't feel the slight pain in his shoulder. But after she finished biting him, he lowered his head and kissed her lips again with deep comfort and tenderness.

Two hours later.

Lin Xinran looked at the kiss marks on her neck and the kiss marks on her shoulder blades, and glared at Duan Ziyuan with resentment in her misty eyes.

But her glance really had no killing power, and it almost made Duan Ziyuan lose control.

"Does it hurt? Do you need some ointment?"

Duan Ziyuan hugged her from behind and gave her shoulders kisses as soft as feathers.

"You know I love you..."

"Ran Ran, I can't control myself. You have to know that I have never had any self-control over you."

When he was training, his endurance and control were second to none in the entire army except for Lu Yihan, and he was able to resist all kinds of desires in his heart.

But he happened to meet her, and all his efforts failed.

Lin Xinran hit his arm lightly and said softly, "You just keep talking nonsense. Go cook, I'm starving."

"Okay, it's a little late today, so let's have a light meal. I'll go cook. There are fruits and snacks on the table. You can eat some if you're hungry. I just squeezed a glass of juice for you while you were taking a bath. Try it and see how it tastes."

Duan Ziyuan wiped his hair casually, held her in his arms like a child, walked towards the sofa, and gently placed her on it.

He ruffled her hair with his big hands: "Don't eat too much, or you won't be able to eat later."

Lin Xinran nodded, took a sip of the juice, then raised the cup to his mouth, motioning for him to take a sip as well.

Duan Ziyuan laughed lowly, put his hand on hers, and took a sip of the juice. The fresh and sweet taste of the fruit filled his mouth.

"How's it going? Is it sweet?"

She asked with a wink and a smile.

"Not as sweet as you." Duan Ziyuan couldn't help lowering his head again and kissed her lips.

"Go make your meal."

Lin Xinran poked his shoulder with her finger, then sat on the sofa with the remote control, looking for a good TV series recently.

Duan Ziyuan lowered his head and smiled silently, his slightly parted lips tinged with a touch of tenderness and doting: "As you command, Miss."

The night outside the window is getting darker, and the moonlight is quietly falling on the glass. I want to peek into something, but the curtains block me from seeing it, as if the curtains are deliberately preventing it from disturbing the warmth in the room.

On the sofa, Lin Xinran drank juice in small sips, looking at the TV series recommendations on TV with a helpless and puzzled expression.

"The domineering president's mute wife? What era is this? There is actually such a TV series."

"…What kind of workplace romance is this? A sweet love story between an employee and a young master from an aristocratic family? That's too stupid. How could a young master from an aristocratic family be with an employee who is not a good match for him?"

[Host, isn't this kind of TV series normal? I've watched no less than fifty of them.]

"Xiaojiu, I think... you need to watch some nutritious TV series. This kind of drama will make your IQ lower and lower."

[Why, host? I think it's very sweet! There is a CEO who spends 1 billion to buy a necklace for the girl he likes. The only flaw is that the necklace and the heroine's temperament are really not in harmony, and it looks out of place.]

"In reality, overbearing CEOs and young masters from aristocratic families will only choose someone who is of equal status or someone who matches them in all aspects. They will not cross the class gap to date a child from a poor family."

Even if this person was Lin Xinran, if she was just a time traveler who was reborn, without the help of the system, she would not have the opportunity to meet so many people, let alone fall in love.

[I see, what the host said makes sense. I'd better not watch these sweet love dramas anymore]

Lin Xinran continued to look at the TV series recommendations, and suddenly saw a TV series that interested her: "Criminal investigation crime type... this one is interesting."

The plot of the TV series is very compact, and the shooting techniques are very able to bring people into the scene, so Lin Xinran quickly immersed herself in the plot.

Before I knew it, I had finished watching an episode.

Duan Ziyuan put all the food on the dining table, looked at the petite figure on the sofa, and smiled again: "Come and eat."

"Um... Duan Ziyuan, I want to eat here. Bring the bowl over and watch TV with me."

Lin Xinran's eyes were still fixed on the TV, not wanting to miss any small details in the drama.

"it is good."

Perhaps because it was rare to see her so absorbed in watching a TV series, Duan Ziyuan looked at the TV series with some curiosity and paid special attention to the name of the TV series.

"Ran Ran, drink a bowl of soup first. Be careful of the heat."

"Okay, thank you"

Lin Xinran sat on the mat on the carpet, picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup. It was delicious and not greasy, and cooked just right. Only then did she force herself to look away from the TV.

"The soup is delicious. Although you don't cook very often, your cooking skills are pretty good."

Duan Ziyuan was boiling shrimps for her. When he heard her praise, his expression was calm and composed, without much change, except that his eyes brightened a little.

"As long as you like it, try this shrimp..."

"Ziyuan, do you think everything in this TV show is true? Are portrait artists really that good?"

"It's even more powerful than what's shown in the TV series..."