Quick Wear: The fishing beauty counterattacks and rises to the top

Ling Yanling drove her all the way home.

The moonlight is dim, the clouds are extremely low, and the foggy night weather always makes people feel a little depressed.

Wen Shiyun followed him into the house and couldn't help asking, "What are you hiding from me?"

The man paused slightly, and his hand, about to turn on the light, paused. His voice was faint, and no emotion could be heard from the darkness.

"I plan to explore the Bloodstone Tomb alone. I don't know if I can come back."

I couldn't make out his expression in the darkness, "So... I hope that while someone is protecting you, you can also protect yourself."

This also indirectly answered her question at that time about why she asked Jin Xuncheng to protect her in the future.

Wen Shiyun bit her lower lip and shook the man's hand away, her eyes reddening. "So, everyone knows, but you're the only one who doesn't tell me?"

"No, before I leave..."

"What do you mean before departure? After departure, do you want me to see you off at home? Or at your funeral?" Her tone rose slightly, but her voice trembled. "I have the right to choose, Ling Yanling. I don't need others to make choices for me."

He stood quietly, his dark pupils flickering like flames. Although he was so quiet, his heart was churning.

A sudden suffocation hit him, and his heart tightened.

Ling Yanling tried to pull her hand silently, but she dodged by leaning to the side and was pulled back by the man.

"What kind of funeral do you want? Are you willing to do that?" The man's low and hoarse voice, with a hint of comfort, sounded in her ears. With a little force, the two of them fell onto the sofa.

The man grabbed her waist with his big hands and lifted her up. Wen Shiyun was forced to sit astride his legs.

"Don't be angry, dear." He held her cheeks and kissed her, as if coaxing her, and as he kissed her, he almost wanted to swallow her.

The familiar male scent mixed with the fresh smell of clothes enveloped her senses.

Her body softened involuntarily, one hard and one soft, her face flushed from the kiss, and she only heard the man's hoarse voice in her ear,

"Do not be angry."

The arc of her eyelashes fluttering repeatedly is like her messy heart, soft-hearted to the extreme.

She bit her lip and didn't answer, not wanting to let him off just like that.

Ling Yanling stood up and followed the straddle position, lifting her hips effortlessly with one hand, continuing to kiss her deeply as they walked.

The man's lips were dry and fresh, and they felt hot when they touched her cheeks and lips. She instinctively wanted to dodge back, but the man forcefully grabbed her hands and clung to his neck.

He kissed her and pushed her onto the bed. In this small space, she was firmly imprisoned in his arms. His voice was low and full of magnetism.

"Forgive me, okay?"

"Be good, stay with me, okay?"

She felt weak all over from the kiss, and her mind was a mess. How could she think of anything else? She was coaxed by the man and subconsciously responded, "Okay."

Ling Yanling rested his chin against her slender white neck and smiled softly, a smile that made people feel numb.

The howling wind outside could not extinguish the romantic atmosphere in the room.

-

A month later, December 31st, was also New Year’s Eve.

Lin Zha excitedly called her, "Hey, sister Shiyun, today, let's all go out to celebrate New Year's Eve together! It's such a happy day, let's get together!"

"Okay." Wen Shiyun curved her eyebrows, her eyes full of happiness. It had been a long time since they had gone out together.

"Have you made an agreement with Yan Ling?"

"Don't worry, Sister Shiyun, there will be no problem!" Lin Zha scratched his head, glanced at the dozen or so people who were setting up the scene, and smiled innocently.

It was not just an agreement, it was arranged by him.

After hanging up the phone, he saw that the lights were in a mess and shouted,

"Hey, hey, put this here. Also, be careful with this, don't let anything unexpected happen!"

His brother Ling had finally asked him to do a task, and if he failed, he would have to jump into the river and commit suicide.

Wu Qingyu was leaning against the trunk of the car parked behind him with a computer in his hand. Seeing his worried and reliable look, he couldn't help but curl his lips stiffly, "Little brat, he doesn't even put this much effort into his own birthday."

It was getting dark, and there was less than an hour left until the time they had agreed on.

It was the first time for Lin Zha to make such a big preparation. He was so nervous that he was sweating all over, fearing that something would go wrong and mess things up. Then he would be the sinner of the boss and Sister Shiyun.

Wu Qingyu patted his shoulder and said in a hoarse voice, "Why worry? It's the last day. Even if the boss wants to punish you, he won't be able to do anything."

Lin Zha's eyes turned red when he heard this. Children can't stand hearing such words. What's the last day?

He kept himself busy, just to avoid thinking about it all the time.

"Don't keep harping on about this. I've finally managed to keep myself busy and forget about it."

She curled her lips and looked like she was about to cry.

Wu Qingyu's eyes darkened, and the teasing smile faded. "Don't be like this, the boss doesn't like to see us crying like this."

"But I don't tear easily." It would have been fine if he hadn't said it. Originally, her eyes were just red, but as soon as he said it, tears started to fall.

"When my sister-in-law comes, she will see you crying here. Just cry." Wu Qingyu said in a hoarse voice.

Linza's crying stopped abruptly. She was neither crying nor laughing. She looked a little funny. The artist really understood Linza's temperament.

"Let's go, they'll be here soon."

On the last day of December, a cool breeze blew by the lake.

She was wearing a loose white pear blossom skirt and a simple patterned white cotton and linen jacket. She looked lazy and refreshing, and looked very relaxed.

Ling Yanling stood not far behind her for an unknown amount of time, looking at her through the smoke. The figure was hazy, and only the back of that person was reflected in her pupils.

The lighter rolled between his fingers, as if he was a little absent-minded.

"Let's start the live broadcast."

The corners of his lips curled up, and then he walked towards the woman standing by the pavilion by the lake, his black eyes fixed on the beautiful figure in the center without blinking.

It was strange that there were so many people around him, standing or sitting crowded together, but he could see her at first sight.

It has nothing to do with her appearance or figure, it is her unique temperament and vitality.

Vivid, fresh and lively.

It was as if a cold wind was blowing. She shivered, blew hot air into her palms, rubbed her hands, and her cheeks were slightly red from the cold.