Chapter 207 Take measure

   Chapter 207

  Lin Jiao really softened.

   “Next time.” She pulled up the quilt and habitually pressed it close to his neck: “I want to sleep.”

   “One more kiss.”

   “You haven’t kissed enough yet?”

   “Not enough kisses.” If he got a kiss as he wished, Pei Zhi turned off the night light contentedly: “Good night.”

   They fell into a deep sleep between each other’s temperature, and woke up leisurely under the urging of the alarm clock.

   The snow fluttering outside the window did not stop overnight.

  The trees along the street were covered with a layer of snow, and the branches couldn’t carry their weight in the wind, and fell one after another on the snowdrifts on the ground.

   Before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there were not many vehicles and pedestrians coming and going, and the original 20-minute journey was shortened to 10 minutes.

   They registered at the dermatology department, completed allergen screening, and then went to the doctor with the report.

   “It’s really a rubber allergy.” The doctor read the report and Lin Jiao’s legs: “It’s not serious, it will go away in two days.”

   “Can polyurethane be used?”

   “Yes.” She named a few materials for the young couple to write down: “I suggest you try again in two days.”

   Pei Zhi replied, “Thank you.”

   He took Lin Jiao downstairs to get the medicine, and walked towards the parking space with a paper bag in the wind and snow.

   The doctor’s words were still ringing in his ears.

   He leaned back on the driver’s seat and painted a woman who was more charming than ever with his eyes.

   She cried last night.

   He took pity and gave it to her in half an hour.

   It still itches when he thinks about it now, but he has to wait for two days just to realize it, which is too torturous for him.

   “Why don’t you drive?” Lin Jiao adjusted the seat, turned to face him, doubts flashed in her eyes.

   Pei Zhi secretly sighed, “I’m thinking about something.” He drove to the city hall and told Lan Ying last night that he wanted to see them.

“What’s up?”

   “Last night.”

   His words brought back Lin Jiao’s memory again.

   She avoided the fiery gaze and turned to look at the snowflakes outside the window: “Look carefully at the road.”

   “Well, listen to my wife.” Pei Zhi scattered the images in his mind to avoid self-torture.

   He stopped at the downstairs of Xue’s house, took out a few bags of things he bought in Italy from the back seat, and walked up the stairs with her waist in his arms.

   It was Xue Jing who opened the door: “Sister, brother-in-law!”

   He was wearing a black and white gradient down jacket, and the rabbit fur on the collar surrounded his rounder face than before, looking very cute.

   “Did Xiao Jing miss us?” Lin Jiao patted his head and walked to the living room holding Pei Zhi.

   “Yes!” He sat obediently on the square stool, grinning with a sincere smile: “I’ve missed you for a long time.”

   “How long is a long time?”

   “Extraordinarily long.”

   Pei Zhi was amused by his gestures.

   He gave him the red envelope that he had prepared in advance, and asked, “Are you at home alone?”

   “No.” Xue Jing put the red envelope in his pocket and patted his hand: “Mom is in the bathroom, Dad and the others went out to buy food.”

“them?”

   “He and Sister Yu.”

   Pei Zhi then remembered who ‘Sister Yu’ was.

   He accompanied Xue Jing to unpack the gifts, saw Lan Ying come out after washing up, and chatted around the coffee table.

   Laughter and a few screams with strong bald heads lingered in the living room full of warm atmosphere.

   Xue Taiyao, who walked outside the door, knew that they had arrived as soon as he heard the sound. He twisted the door lock and entered the room with Xue Shuyu with a smile.

   The first impression of Xue Shuyu is very quiet, with a feeling of quiet time, and she speaks softly.

  She and Lin Jiao rarely meet each other, and there are not many common topics. After chatting about each other’s current situation, she brought the ingredients into the kitchen.

   “What do you want to eat?” Xue Taiyao took out two fluttering lobsters from the bag.

   “I want to eat honey.”

   “Garlic or spicy?”

   “Don’t eat it, the bald head is coming to chop down trees again!”

   “Xue Jing, turn down your voice!” He roared angrily, making Xue Jing hurriedly grab the remote control.

   He dragged the stool forward, no matter ‘garlic or spicy’, his attention was on ‘in the forest’.

  The rich fragrance gradually spreads out.

  The table full of delicious food exudes dazzling heat, which blows through the nostrils to entice the taste buds.

   The family sat at the table lively, so that the lively atmosphere lasted until the evening.

   When we returned to the red maple forest, the night fell.

  Lin Jiao was lying on the sofa and swiping her mobile phone. She accidentally caught a glimpse of Xiaoheng’s push. She raised her head and asked, “How long will the second generation of Xiaoheng be out?”

   “Initially scheduled for June.”

   “Are you going to attend the press conference then?”

   “Well.” Pei Zhi poured her a glass of warm water and fed her the medicine first: “Do you mind if I accept an exclusive interview with the media?”

   “Why do you mind?”

   “They’re asking about relationships.”

   “Just ask.” Lin Jiao swallowed the tablet and took two sips of water to suppress the bitter taste: “Anyway, everyone in the company knows about it.”

   got an unsurprising answer, but his heart was still stirred: “Then I’ll ask Qu Shao to make an appointment with them.”

   “Okay.” She lowered her head and continued to swipe her phone. The voice of the movie commentator came one after another.

   Pei Zhi whispered to her ear: “Wife.”

“Um?”

   “I want to eat peaches.” He put down his phone and embraced her waist, his fingertips tugging up a strand of long hair.

   “The peaches don’t ripen until June.”

   “But I want to eat now.”

   “You can’t eat out-of-season fruit.” Lin Jiao wrapped his arms around his neck, and before he could coax him, her lips were blocked.

   Indistinctly, she heard a whisper.

   His message and hoarse voice seemed to lead her into a wine cellar and get drunk before she got drunk.

   The light of the chandelier became more and more hazy, she narrowed her eyes and pushed Pei Zhi’s shoulders away, and said coquettishly, “You don’t have to go too far.”

   “I kiss my wife and call me an inch?”

   “You’re not allowed to kiss anyway.”

   Her embarrassed tone made him laugh.

   Pei Zhi suppressed the darkness under her eyes, and her thin lips brushed over her chin and moved to the corner of her lips: “It’s so sweet.”

   His undisguised emotions were like a fire, Lin Jiao ignored him, but his heart was beating wildly.

   She leaned on Pei Zhi’s arms for two days, and on the third morning, she stepped into his trap due to the arrival of a courier.

   It was not until the fifteenth night of the first lunar month that he, the hunter, threw a rope, and she was able to stay away from the troubled opportunity.

   “Wife, don’t soak for too long.” A hoarse voice with desire came from outside the frosted door.

“Know.”

   “Do you want to eat cherries? I’ll go wash.”

  Lin Jiao lazily responded.

   She raised one leg and crossed the bathtub, standing in front of the sink with a thin layer of water vapor, wiping the mist from the mirror.

   She raised her eyes, and her eyes passed a few mottled traces. She seemed to see the red plums on the snow-capped mountains, which were gorgeous and coquettish.

The memory of    evening suddenly emerged. She remembered the way he bewitched her to look at the mirror, and how he disturbed her heart.

   Covering her heartbeat that was beating too fast, she looked away from the mirror in the next second, and slowly put on her pajamas.

   “Wife.” Pei Zhi, who was standing outside the door, brought up a bowl of cherries: “I’ll feed you.”

   His fingertips brushed his lips, Lin Jiao’s eyelashes fluttered, biting Hong Yan’s flesh.

   She chewed it twice and said vaguely, “Don’t think I’ll forgive you like this.”

   (end of this chapter)