Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 157: If you don't do it, just recite the scriptures. Before Zijin could raise his head to meet his gaze, a white captain stepped down from the cabin. After being trained strictly and properly, Kui Kui walked up to Jiang Lin and Duan Zijin, bowed his head and said, "Sir, Miss, all the luggage has been unloaded, and the pilot is ready, please board the plane as soon as possible."

Jiang Lin followed his words and looked over, not far away a private plane was parked on the runway.

Under the guidance of the captain, Duan Zijin followed Jiang Lin and boarded the plane. Jiang Fengli and Jiang Shan were sitting on the soft sofa in the cabin, one was reading the newspaper, and the other was holding a coffee cup and looking out the window lost in thought.Seeing them coming up, they simply raised their eyes and looked back immediately.

Jiang Fengli had always looked like an old god. Upon closer inspection, his facial features and demeanor were somewhat similar to Jiang Lin's, but with a little more European-specific profundity and maturity accumulated over the years.Jiang Shan didn't even say a word. After drinking coffee, she waved to the man dressed as a housekeeper, who quickly found a well-bound book for her from the shelf beside her.

Duan Zijin and Jiang Lin were sitting opposite Jiang's father and daughter. Not long after taking off, the man beside him closed his eyes.

She couldn't help frowning.

The flight time is at least nine hours, she can't just sit here and stare blankly.

No matter how estranged Jiang Lin and those two were, they were still family members from the same line.He could close his eyes and take a nap calmly, but how could she sleep openly in front of outsiders?

What's more, this "outsider" is still the Jiang family who abide by etiquette to an outrageous level.

Duan Zijin had no choice but to keep his eyes open...

With this support, her consciousness gradually dissipated. When she woke up, she was surprised to find that she was no longer on the sofa.

There is a large bed under him, covered with a duvet, and three closed shading panels on the left hand side block all the light outside.With a jolt, she soon realized that she was probably carried into the bedroom of the cabin by someone. Duan Zijin stared at the decoration of the bedroom, secretly marveling at this extraordinary handwriting.

The first time I heard about Jiang Lin's extraordinary family background, I was shocked far less deeply than experiencing it personally at this moment.

She felt more and more that there were a lot of things between herself and him, and that was a height that she might not be able to reach after several lifetimes of hard work... But Jiang Lin, he was born at that height.

"Are you awake?" The cabin door was opened while she was in a daze, and at the same time, a man's quiet voice came.

Duan Zijin raised his eyes and looked over, his words were hoarse when he just woke up, "Why do I..."

it's here?

Jiang Lin walked in and closed the door of the cabin. Duan Zijin could clearly see the man's face in the slowly bright light of the cabin. He was gentle and handsome, with a cold and noble temperament.

His pretty brows were slightly frowned, looking at her sleepy and tired look, he asked in a cold voice: "Otherwise?"

Hearing her tone, it seemed that he should let her sleep in the living room and show her cute sleeping face to other people besides him.

The man's tall body revealed a dark and deep coldness. Duan Zijin may have been a little sleepy, covered his mouth and yawned, not aware of the danger, but complained slightly: "Who didn't tell me earlier?" Is there a bedroom in the cabin where you can rest?"

It caused her to stare in the hall for a long time.

Sorry to say.

Her tone was light and lazy, and there was a bit of fatal sexiness and arrogance in the light laziness.

However, seeing the elongated gray in her eyes, Jiang Lin frowned. He put down the tray in his hand, went to the bed and sat down, "Come here."

Only then did Duan Zijin see the tray he was carrying. On the tray was an exquisitely shaped cake, and beside it were bottles and jars with foreign language labels. Toxic gauze and medical swabs, and two oral capsules.

After hearing what he said, she didn't move over immediately, but blinked her eyes, a rare slyness flashed in her brown eyes, "Why did you ask me to go over?"

On the woman's thin cheeks, the outline of the bones is extremely clear, and the ups and downs of each line perfectly outline her glamorous and moving appearance.

Jiang Lin looked at her for a while before replying, "Eat something."

She had slept for four or five hours and didn't even have breakfast before going down the mountain. Even if she didn't wake up naturally at this time, he still planned to wake her up.

"What to eat? Cake or medicine?" The woman looked at him warily.

Jiang Lindao: "Eat the cake first, then the medicine."

Duan Zijin nodded in satisfaction, walked to the side of the bed, took the small plate he handed over generously, and ate the cake cleanly.

When Jiang Lin turned around and put the empty plate back into the tray, and turned around again with the medicine in his hand, the woman had been lying back on the inside of the bed at some point, with her back to him, covering her head with the duvet, only Dark brown hair spread out on the pillow like beautiful algae.

Jiang Lin stared at her back, and said in a deep voice, "Get up and take your medicine."

Duan Zijin's muffled voice sounded through the duvet, "I'm asleep, don't call me!"

It's a beautiful idea to only eat cakes and not take medicine.The man looked at her rogue behavior, his expression was as flat as water, without any ups and downs, and so was his voice, "Three seconds."

Duan Zi was bored in the quilt, listening to his "ultimatum", feeling inexplicably flustered.

"Three, two..." He began to count down.

This man's calmness and composure always carried an air of certainty and confidence, as if nothing could stop him.

Before "One" could be said, Duan Zijin suddenly lifted the quilt and sat up, his amber-like pupils were filled with disgust and dissatisfaction, "Get up, count what!"

It is simply a standard sentence pattern for parents to reprimand children.

"It's late." The man's low magnetic voice spread from the depths of his throat.

Before Duan Zijin could sit still, his whole body fell into a mint-scented embrace under the control of some strength, his breath was cold, but that solid chest was scalding to death.

Her eyes widened in an instant, and she watched him put the two capsules into his mouth and drink half a glass of water without any strength to fight back, and then the handsome face that turned all sentient beings quickly enlarged in her field of vision, Pressed down irresistibly.

The medicine and water are fed from the man's mouth into the woman's mouth in the intertwining of the four lips.While taking a breath, Duan Zijin accidentally swallowed the medicine.

Excess water leaked out of the corner of her mouth, along her delicate and thin chin, all the way down her neck, Duan Zijin raised her hand to wipe it uncomfortably, but the man's wrist was grasped.

Jiang Lin moved his lips away from hers, and buried his head in her neck, chasing the drop of water with his tongue, as if trying to lick it away.

But I don't know if he did it on purpose, the movement of the tongue is always half a beat slower than the speed of the water dripping down.

Duan Zijin panted in shock and raised her head, her body bent back into a bow with the place where his arms were embracing as a fulcrum, and the broken moan in her mouth was blocked by her biting lower lip before it escaped.

He knew better than her that the most sensitive part of her body was her neck.

The drop of water had already dried up, but he rubbed her skin with his lips, and the last wetness all came from the rubbing of his lips and teeth.

"Jiang Lin!" Duan Zijin felt that she should stop him, but it was as if all her strength had been drained, and she could only let the man do whatever he wanted.

At an altitude of several thousand feet, the temperature outside the cabin was minus 60 degrees, but the room seemed to be on fire, and as far as the eye could see, it was full of burning flames.

This is something that Jiang Lin has always thought about and endured in the Buddhist temple.

It probably has something to do with the Jiang family's own historical background. Although he doesn't join religion or believe in ghosts and gods, he always holds all existing beliefs in awe.At that time, not only was he concerned about the purity of Buddhism, but he was also concerned about the injuries on her body.

Thinking of her injury, Jiang Lin put his hand into her skirt, feeling the scabbed scar on her back with his fingertips.

My heart suddenly tightened.

The woman in her arms was trembling.

Jiang Lin's movements stopped abruptly, as if someone had slammed his chest with a boulder.

He hurriedly smoothed her messy clothes with his palms, put her coat back on her shoulders again, hugged her tightly, and repeated a sentence in a low voice and hurriedly: "I'm sorry, Yoyo, I was in a hurry. I'm not right... …I can wait."

He could tell that it was definitely not the pleasant reaction he brought to her just now, but her instinctive resistance to his approach.

Duan Zijin stared blankly at the deep pain in the man's unbelievably handsome eyebrows, and his heart seemed to be pinched by someone.

As soon as he approached, the horrible night a few days ago emerged before her eyes, the brutality and violence of the man, like a primitive man.What was left to her in the end, apart from the scars all over her body and the torn blood underneath, left an indelible shadow in her heart.

Duan Zijin clings to his hot body, how can he not feel his longing?

She was also at war with heaven and man in her heart, and she felt that she should satisfy him, but she couldn't control her instinctive resistance.

But he stopped at this moment.

Duan Zijin looked at him and didn't speak for a long time. The man even raised his hand to touch her cautiously. After making sure that her emotions were calmed down, he brushed away the broken hair on her forehead and said in a low voice, "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette." , I’ll give you some medicine when I come back.”

As he said that, he got up from the bed and wanted to go outside.

However, before he could take a step, he turned his head back, lowered his eyebrows, and looked at his cuffs held by the woman.

Come again.Jiang Lin smiled helplessly, his voice was still complicated and hoarse, "Miss Duan, who taught you to pull my sleeve whenever you have something to say?"

Duan Zijin ignored his joke to adjust the atmosphere, frowned slightly, and went straight to the point: "No smoking, I don't like it."

Jiang Lin let out a "hmm", leaned down, and looked her in the eye, "Just this time, let's not make an example, huh?"

She is not a man, and she doesn't understand the hard work of an arrow on the string but unable to shoot.

Duan Zijin pondered for a moment, and as if he had made up his mind, he changed his sitting posture to kneeling, straightened his waist, wrapped his arms around his neck, and put his lips up in his momentary astonishment.

"Zijin?" The man's body was stiff, as if trying to hold back something, and his tone was deep and dark. He raised his hand to grab her restless arm, "Don't tease me at this moment, something will happen."

Duan Zijin was pulled away by him, an imperceptible embarrassment flashed in her eyes, but she lowered her eyes so that Jiang Lin didn't see it.

After a while, she raised her eyelids and looked at the man standing in front of the bed, "Do you want to do it?"

Jiang Lin, who never frowned when the sky was falling, was taken aback by the woman's straightforward and rude question.

After a while, his face darkened, and his voice became colder several times, "Don't be brave, I said I can wait."

Did she think he was a brat who couldn't restrain his impulse?

So much nonsense.Duan Zijin's lazy tone finally showed some obvious impatience, "I'm asking you again, do you want to do it?" Before Jiang Lin could speak, she continued, "I have a copy of the book I brought out from the temple in my backpack. Tibetan scriptures, if you don’t do it, you can read the scriptures to me, anyway, you can’t smoke.”

One sentence made Jiang Lin's sparse brows and quiet eyes seem to have cracked fine lines.

Chanting?He sighed softly, "Do you really think I'm a monk?"

Duan Zijin's five fingers were pinching the bed sheet tightly where he couldn't see. He was not afraid of his own decision in his heart, but his face was extremely indifferent, and he stated slowly and calmly: "I didn't take you as a monk, but I slept with you at night. It's hard to sleep, and I will have nightmares when I think about what happened before." Seeing Jiang Lin's eyes tightened, her heart also twitched, "Either you read the scriptures to me, or..."

Duan Zijin tilted his head and stopped looking at him, gritted his teeth and finished the second half of the sentence: "Either you behave well and let me forget about that."

It's hate or resentment, but after all, he can't bear to see him punish himself in this way.

In fact, his shadow was no lighter than hers.

"You smoke, you apologize, you hold back and wait for me... It's better to actually do something."

To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell must be tied. Only love can make up for the harm caused by love.

Jiang Lin's dark eyes were like the night outside the window, so deep that he couldn't see anything, but Duan Zijin could feel the surging and intense emotions in his eyes.

She unbuttoned her shirt herself, not wanting him to notice the trembling of her fingertips.

In the next second, the man wrapped his palm around her hand and examined her face, "Seriously?"

She's said so much, does he still think she's joking?Duan Zijin broke away from his hand, feeling ashamed and annoyed, muttered: "Why didn't I realize that you talk so much nonsense before!"

As soon as the words fell, the man pressed her slender body into the soft quilt behind her.

He firmly held the diamond lips that he had let go once, and then as if remembering something, he slowed down, kissed extremely patiently, and gently tossed and turned.

Duan Zijin closed his eyes and enjoyed while trying to balance the resistance in his heart.

But slowly, as his movements became more and more simple, she really felt in a trance...

Those hurdles that she thought she would not be able to pass even if she died, are actually nothing more than that.

Jiang Lin stared at the woman below him in the dim light of the cabin, with mixed emotions in his heart.

No one has ever made him feel pity and pain, frightened and angry at the same time.

Her complexion is beautiful, but always accompanied by scars.I remembered watching Kleist's play "Pentesilea" when I was a child. In it, there was a sentence used to evaluate the death of the queen. He only heard it once, but it has been engraved in his heart for 20 years-she finally withered, Because it blooms too proudly, too hard.

so what?

If her heart must be moved, then he will create a crown for her with his own hands, so that she will bloom proudly all her life and never wither.

At the last moment, he hugged her tightly, hot sweat dripping on the quilt.His Adam's apple moved slightly, his voice was deep and hoarse, and he kept calling that, the name she didn't let him call——

long.

……

He stretched the line tonight so he didn't do it too many times.Afterwards, Jiang Lin simply took a shower, and asked the housekeeper for a few towels soaked in hot water to wipe her body.

Duan Zijin was paralyzed on the bed as if she had been disassembled and reassembled. Her figure was not as petite as ordinary women, but slender and tall, which was quite in line with her lofty aura, but she was too thin, and her whole body It doesn't weigh too much when you lift it up, and now on the bed, it shrank into a small ball.

He was obviously very restrained, but she still looked extremely tired. Jiang Lin threw the used towel into the recycling bag in the cabin, picked up the satellite phone and called Yu Song.

After a few orders, the doctor quickly passed on the body conditioning recipe that the doctor prepared for Duan Zijin a few days ago.

When Jiang Shan walked from the cabin bedroom with bare feet and coffee to the lobby, she saw Jiang Lin sitting on the sofa, with her shirt half covered, and a few top buttons undone, revealing a smooth, firm chest He has well-proportioned muscles, and the tie is not on. Even the suit jacket is casually draped over his shoulders, which is not as neat as usual.Sensing her coming, the man didn't look up, but squinted his eyes, carefully reviewing the text on the computer.

After thinking about it, she sat down across from him, freed one hand and clenched it into an empty fist, and knocked on the table, "Lenn, there is something I want to tell you."