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

Lin Zhujin woke up in the middle of the night, opened his eyes and found himself in bed. He reached out and turned on the bedside lamp.

The layout of the room and the bedding were very unfamiliar. Perhaps Wen Yunsheng found a room for her to sleep in.

I opened my phone and checked the time. It was already three in the morning.

She stood up and pulled open half a page of curtains. The wind was howling outside the window. The heating in the room was turned on very high, and a glass separated the two worlds.

When she was about to close the curtains, the light on the balcony next door suddenly came on. The light from the balcony next door allowed Lin Zhujin to see clearly that there was light snow falling outside.

Who lives next door?

Is it Wen Yunsheng?

Is it so late that you haven’t slept yet, or did you wake up in the middle of the night like him?

An inexplicable curiosity surged in her heart, and it was a single-minded curiosity about him.

She didn't open the window to look, nor did she open the door to knock on the door next door.

I just treated it as a dream, lifted the quilt and crawled back into it.

The next morning, Lin Zhujin was awakened by a knock on the door.

She hurriedly stood up to open the door, and she stood up so quickly that she could hardly see the road ahead.

When I opened the door, I rubbed my eyes and saw that it was a maid.

She smiled and took a bag and said softly, "Good morning, Miss Lin. This is what Mr. Wen prepared for you to change into."

Lin Zhujin took a look and thought it was probably clothes or something. She said thank you and took it into the room.

The clothes in the bag were similar to the ones I was wearing, so I probably chose something similar because I was afraid of making a mistake.

They even prepared new toiletries and fitted clothes...

Lin Zhujin didn't waste any time. He washed up in twenty minutes and went downstairs.

When he went out, he glanced at the room next to him. After going downstairs, there was only one meal on the dining table. Lin Zhoujin walked to the dining table and sat down. After the maid brought up the last glass of milk, Lin Zhoujin asked in a low voice.

"Where's Mr. Wen?"

The maid smiled and replied, "The master went out early in the morning. He has told Miss Lin to get up and have breakfast and then do whatever she wants. He will be back at lunch time."

Lin Zhujin nodded slightly. He was quite thoughtful.

Just after picking up her knife and fork, she asked again, "Is the gentleman living in the room next to me?"

The maid leaned forward slightly and replied, "Yes."

It was only after Lin Zhujin returned to his room after breakfast that he saw the message Wen Yunsheng had sent him on his phone.

[I heard that you are up now. You can go around the villa. I'm sorry I didn't tell you because I had something urgent to do. ]

Lin Zhujin hesitated for a long time with his hand on the screen, and hadn't figured out what to reply.

She seemed to have a lot to ask.

But I still responded rationally. [It's ok, you go ahead.]

The light in his room was still on when she was sleeping last night. He must have had insomnia, which led him to go out so early.

Even when going out, I can still consider her feelings and arrange everything.

He is indeed a person with a strong sense of responsibility.

But the reviews she had heard before seemed to be very different from what she saw.

Mr. Wen, who is known as a legend in Chinatown, is the most cold-hearted and ungrateful person.

But the Mr. Wen she knew...

well.

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When Wen Yunsheng came back, lunch was just ready. After asking the maid, she found out that Lin Zhujin came down shortly after breakfast and asked if there was an empty room for her to practice dancing.

There were no empty rooms, only an empty entertainment room on the top floor.

When Wen Yunsheng went upstairs, he could still faintly hear the accompaniment she was playing in the stairwell.

When he reached the door, he did not rush to knock on it, but waited at the door for a while. After the song was over, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The door was opened before Wen Yunsheng's hand dropped.

There were beads of sweat on Lin Zhujin's forehead. Her long hair was tied up high, revealing her smooth and white swan neck.

She was only wearing a loose-fitting outfit that looked like a gymnastics suit, which the maid probably found among the clothes he had sent her.

The neckline is a bit loose, and you can see the clavicle line under the shoulders and neck, as if it was drawn with an artist's delicate brushstrokes.

He blinked his eyelids slightly, looked at her and asked, "Are you practicing dancing?"

Lin Zhujin smiled, tilted his head slightly and said with a smile: "No, just daily basic training."

After saying this, the pair of smiling eyes were looking at him.

It seemed as if he couldn't stop looking over there, unable to move away, until Lin Zhujin's ears slowly turned red and he avoided his gaze, then he realized his loss of composure.

I had no choice but to say, "You can go downstairs to eat now."

Lin Zhujin lowered his head, responded in a low voice, and said hesitantly: "Then, I'll change my clothes first."

Wen Yunsheng nodded, turned around and went downstairs.

The door behind him closed, and a dull sound slowly calmed Lin Zhujin's restless heart.

I must have just been hallucinating.

Otherwise, how could she have seen tenderness in the look in Wen Yunsheng's eyes when he looked at her just now.

And he only looked at her gentleness.

Probably because of what happened just now, neither of them spoke during lunch.

It was not until after dinner when Wen Yunsheng handed her a bottle of yogurt that she took the opportunity to speak.

"Take a break and go out later."

Lin Zhujin took the yogurt from his hand, nodded without saying anything, and Wen Yunsheng sat on the sofa next to her.

The distance between the two people was neither close nor far, but it should be considered a safe distance. However, Lin Zhujin still couldn't help feeling his cheeks getting hot.

In my heart, I secretly felt that I was a failure.

Wen Yunsheng always cherishes every minute he spends at work. Even during the break after dinner, he still holds his laptop to handle work.

His eyebrows and eyes are actually deeper than Wen Yuanshao's, and his nose is high. His facial features are the kind that make people unforgettable.

His hair was combed straight, without a single strand of hair out of place on his forehead, but she thought it would look better if he let his bangs down and parted his hair in a 3:7 ratio.

But how could a meticulous person like him try such a hairstyle casually?

Perhaps it was because her gaze was too intense, Wen Yunsheng adjusted his glasses and looked towards her.

With a sense of coldness and desolation like the mountain snow.

Lin Zhujin suddenly caught him off guard.

The next second, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he smiled, and asked in a gentle voice, "What are you looking at?"

Lin Zhujin's heart sank. He felt flustered, as if he had been caught doing something wrong. His lips opened and closed, not knowing what to say.

It was like he was mumbling in a voice that only he could hear.

Her eyes fell on his hair and she whispered, "Why don't you have bangs?"

He blinked slightly and moved closer to her, then asked softly, "Liu Hai?"

Lin Zhujin withdrew his gaze and nodded.

The sound of his laughter was in my ears.

A deep voice accompanied by a faint smile said: "I'm already thirty, why do I still have bangs?"

Hearing him say this, Lin Zhujin subconsciously raised his head and started to refute.

"What's wrong with thirty? Thirty is the best age for a man."

Wen Yunsheng smiled and said, "You are only 24, and you think men in their thirties are good?"