Chapter 237 Fighting tigers with fists

   Chapter 237 Fighting Tigers with Fists

  Lin Jiao pursed her lips: “Stick.” Her voice was as soft as a cat’s: “The management of the hotel is too irresponsible.”

   “There are sticks under the pool?”

   “Well, if you don’t believe me, go down and look for it.”

   There are LED lights hanging from the trees near the pool, but the bottom of the pool cannot be seen with only the faint light.

   Pei Zhi let go of her waist and was about to go down to the bottom of the pool when her sly smile flashed in front of him.

   He turned his head and held the person in his arms, scratching her ticklish flesh, quite gnashing his teeth: “Did you do it on purpose?”

   “No.” Lin Jiao shoved his shoulders and laughed until tears were almost pouring out: “I’m hurt and you still scratch me.”

   “Little liar.”

“I did not lie to you!”

   “Don’t admit it yet? Huh?” Pei Zhi stared at the bright face, scratching her constantly.

   His dark eyes exuded a dangerous aura, Lin Jiao climbed up on his neck and asked him to withdraw that hand with a beauty trick.

   “Admit it.” She kissed the tip of his nose and put it close to his cool lips: “Husband, I was wrong.”

   Pei Zhi just wanted to use this kiss to clean up her, but as soon as he closed his eyes, the softness in his arms slipped away.

   He lifted his eyelids, waited for her to swim forward for a while and then followed slowly, like a hunter playing a game with his prey.

   Lin Jiao, who could not swim against him, was caught by his ankle after two back and forth, and there was no room to struggle.

   She met those half-smiling eyes, her heart thumped, and she took the initiative to pounce on him.

   “Are you still running?” Pei Zhi’s palm landed on her buttocks and patted twice, Qing Jun’s eyebrows raised slightly.

   His actions caused Lin Jiao to blush on her cheeks.

  She looked around and made sure they didn’t see his movements, so she shyly said, “I didn’t run.”

   “Then what are you doing here?”

“drink juice.”

   Pei Zhi raised her lower jaw to the right, signaling her to see the tray in the distance.

  In an instant, her expression was extraordinarily wonderful.

   “I want to swim two laps before drinking.” Lin Jiao pursed her lips and kissed him, and said coquettishly, “Husband, can you hug me over there?”

   She tried to distract him with a kiss to make him forget that she just ‘run away’.

   “Take care of you at night.” Pei Zhi bit her lower lip viciously and let her go for the time being.

   He carried her and swam in the direction of the tray, held up a glass full of orange juice and handed it to her, leaning on the edge of the wall to rest for a while.

   Lin Jiao bit the straw and drank two sips of orange juice, looking at Jiang Ye and Pei Yilan who were playing in the pool.

   She accidentally caught a glimpse of the whip marks on Jiang Ye’s back. She frowned subconsciously, and returned to normal when they cast their gazes.

   “Beautiful, aren’t you swimming?” Pei Yilan and Jiang Ye approached them and picked their favorite drinks from the tray.

   “I’m tired of swimming.” She tied her ponytail again, her white fingertips intertwined with her black hair: “Nini why are they gone?”

   “Looks like I went to the bathroom.”

   “Come up and sit down.” Pei Zhi felt that the temperature had dropped, and even the evening wind blowing from all sides was cool.

   He took a few towels from the beach chair and handed them to them one by one to avoid catching a cold: “Would you like to have two drinks?”

   “Where to drink?”

“Bistro.”

   A group of people went to the changing room, waited for Tang Ni and the others to come out, and then went to the hotel lobby.

The    bistro is on the sixth floor of the hotel. The antique decoration style gives people a feeling of being in a prosperous dynasty.

  In the compartment separated by the bead curtain, two oil lamps are placed on the mahogany table, reflecting the mottled light and shadow as the bead curtain shakes.

   “I have a toast to all of you.” Chu Yuzhou held up the old wine bowl, and the lack of wine in the bowl did not prevent him from speaking his lines.

   “Do you think you are a hero in Liangshan?”

   “Don’t dare.” He modestly waved his hand and stroked his unwarranted beard: “Only Brother Qu can be called a hero.”

   “Oh?” Qu Shao played with him, but his acting skills were a little exaggerated: “Brother Chu, what do you say?”

   “The thing about you fighting the tiger with your fists…”

   “Things.” Jiang Ye, who had just finished filming the costume drama, held back his smile and corrected his words.

  Chu Yuzhou coughed twice: “No one knows about you fighting tigers with fists, how dare I call myself a hero in front of you?”

   (end of this chapter)