People born in the 80s became relocated households

Lin Moxiao lowered his eyebrows and just looked at her straight, staring into her clear eyes, trying to capture any expression that appeared on her face.

Jiang Shuya felt uneasy when he stared at her like that, and a strange thought came to her mind;

Why can't my heart be calm? He just looks at me straight, neither disgusted nor angry.

For a moment, the two of them seemed to be fixed there, motionless, staring at each other silently. The air was filled with icy chill from the rain, and the cold wind blowing on their faces made them shiver uncontrollably.

Jiang Shuya was wearing a dress, her legs were frozen stiff. She endured the chill brought by the rain. The rain fell on her cheeks, adding cool moisture. She subconsciously shrank her shoulders.

Lin Moxiao threw away his umbrella, took off his coat, moved closer to her, and put it on her without saying a word.

In an instant, Jiang Shuya quickly felt the sound of his heartbeat rising and falling in his chest. The man was wearing a thin shirt with faintly visible spots of rain on it, revealing his clearly visible strong chest.

The two of them were too close, one hot and one cold, and could accurately capture the intertwining breath. The man grabbed her slender waist and easily held her in his arms, and pinched her chin with his other hand;

"Answer me, do you want to come with me? Think it over. This is your only chance."

There was inquiry and scrutiny in those dark eyes, an unquestionable rebuttal. Jiang Shuya's heart was pounding at this moment;

''It's late and I'm tired.''

Lin Moxiao raised doubts;

"Is this your answer? Do you mean to reject me?"

Jiang Shuya shook her head, her chin held tightly by him, and her breathing became rapid;

''No, I mean it's late in the day and it's raining heavily.''

Lin Moxiao's hands moved more heavily, and he stared coldly;

"I don't want to hear this, just answer whether you want to be with me or not."

Seeing his hair gradually getting wet and the strands of hair on his forehead being messed up by the wind, Jiang Shuya's heart became even more flustered. She gritted her teeth;

"I don't know when it started, but I like you and want to be with you."

Hearing this, Lin Moxiao curled up the corners of his mouth. His angular face was no longer as cold as before, but showed more calmness.

Almost in the next second, he snatched the umbrella from her hand, quickly put it away, and the next moment he bent down and picked her up sideways, opened the car door, and did it all in one smooth move. After getting in the car, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Jiang Shuya, who was sitting in the passenger seat, clutched her clothes tightly with both hands, her mind in a mess, feeling uneasy about stepping into an unknown territory. Seeing him calmly staring ahead, she raised her eyes and asked him;

''Where are we going?''

There was silence in the car, and the only sound was the sound of raindrops dripping outside the window.

Jiang Shuya suddenly remembered the scene when she first met Huang Minghao at Tianshui Lake Hotel, and her heart couldn't help but shudder.

The man beside her didn't speak for a long time, as if he was thinking about something. Seeing that he was frowning, she stopped asking questions. It was late at night and everyone was asleep. She simply lay down on the seat and leaned back. She was so tired that she closed her eyes and fell into a light sleep in the rising temperature in the car.

Seeing the person next to him close his eyes and fall asleep, Lin Moxiao looked back at her, pursed his lips and sneered, and the car drove all the way through the main city road and quickly entered the Meiyuan New District.

After an unknown amount of time, the car passed through a winding jungle path and entered a magnificent gate. The car horn sounded, and the gate slowly opened. Mother Yang came forward with a gloomy face to greet him.

"Master Lin, you came back so late. The old lady was just asking you about this."

Lin Moxiao opened the car door and glanced at Jiang Shuya who was sitting in the passenger seat;

"What's up, grandma? Are you resting now?"

Sharp-eyed Mother Yang caught a glimpse of the woman sleeping in the car, still wearing Master Lin's coat. She was a little curious, but she didn't dare to ask easily, so she pretended nothing had happened;

"The old lady had gone to bed. She only asked one question and didn't ask any more."

Lin Moxiao nodded in agreement, walked around to the other side, opened the car door, and carried Jiang Shuya out from inside. Her long black hair fell on the man's shoulders. Mother Yang quickly stepped forward to close the car door and followed behind Lin Moxiao with a flattering look on her face.

"Master Lin, do you need a separate room?

Lin Moxiao was stunned and stopped, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes; "No, don't follow me."

Mother Yang stood there in astonishment. It was the first time she saw Young Master Lin bringing a woman to the Plum Garden. She couldn't help but become even more curious about what kind of woman could make this taciturn young master so interested in her.

At the same time, she also heard that since Young Master Lin appeared in the company, he has attracted the attention of many girls. It is normal for him to be coveted by many women since he is so outstanding in appearance.

The old lady was also keeping an eye on his movements, in fact she was testing him more to see if he would be as philandering as his father. She wanted to step forward and remind him just now, but seeing that he did not want to be discussed, she swallowed the words back.

Jiang Shuya, who was lying on a large bed, opened her eyes sensitively. She subconsciously looked around and saw a luxurious and quaint room.

The room facilities are exquisite and elegant, with dark wooden furniture, several world famous paintings hanging on the wall, and a retro table lamp hanging at the head of the bed. The light is dim, and the light in the bedroom is faint. It is not dazzling, but gives people a warm feeling.

It seems like there are stars everywhere, and the low-hanging chandeliers are like the most beautiful stars in the night sky.

Feeling the soft bed beneath her, her heart tightened and she quickly sat up and looked around. At this time, she heard a low and hoarse voice: "Awake?"

Turning her head, she saw Lin Moxiao, who had just wiped his half-wet hair. He was wearing a white nightgown, revealing half of his chest vaguely visible, and looking down at her condescendingly.

The tall man in front of her had cold eyes and stared straight at her.

Jiang Shuya then realized that her coat had been taken off, and she was wearing a knitted dress with her two slender legs exposed.

She subconsciously pulled her skirt down, trying to cover her exposed slender thighs. At this moment, she regretted why she didn't wear a pair of pants, maybe she wouldn't be so embarrassed.

Seeing her evasive and concealing behavior, Lin Moxiao looked a little unhappy. He stepped forward and grabbed her, holding her tightly in his arms, and whispered, "It's too late now that we're here."

After saying that, he leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.

Jiang Shuya's hands were locked tightly by him, and her rosy red lips were sealed by him. This time, with great tenderness and care, he held the back of her head, grinding and entangling it bit by bit. After being entangled by him for a long time, she finally tried to respond awkwardly, until she felt difficulty breathing, and then she pushed him away.