MTL - Endless Fall-Chapter 224 It's real this time

   Chapter 224 This time it's for real

   "I'll tell you later." Pei Zhi sucked her small earlobe while no one was around.

  Lin Jiao leaned back as if being electrocuted.

   She always had an ominous premonition when she met those smiling eyes, but she knew that he wouldn't say it and didn't plan to ask again.

   "Let's go upstairs to eat?" She followed his slow pace and stepped into the slowly opening elevator.

   Pei Zhi retracted his gaze: "Well." He pressed the elevator button to the fifth floor: "There is a newly opened hot pot restaurant upstairs."

   Lin Jiao, who hasn't eaten hot pot for a long time, is greedy when she thinks of the fat beef and hairy belly wrapped in dipping sauce.

   She was hooked to the table by the rich aroma, ordered a lot of their favorite dishes, and waited for the pot to be served.

  The lingering mist spreads out, and the oil that has been boiled for five or six minutes boils, allowing the aroma to penetrate the nose.

   "Eat more." Pei Zhi burned the hairy belly for a few seconds and put it in her bowl, then poured the quail eggs into the pot.

  Lin Jiao dipped the oil dish and put it in her mouth. When her taste buds were satisfied, her eyes narrowed.

  She filled Pei Zhi with two pieces of beef and shrimp slips, filling her stomach one after another: "Husband, the taste of this restaurant is really good."

   "Then we'll come back next week." He took out a tissue and wiped his slightly swollen lips.

  Lin Jiao raised a smile: "Yeah." She pouted her lips to let him wipe it clean, then leaned in and kissed him.

   The residual hot pot smell hit the tip of the nose, but Pei Zhi could only smell a faint fragrance that belonged to her.

   He rubbed the top of her hair, went to the parking lot with her, and returned home in a star-studded manner.

   "Wife, are you still holding on?"

   "It doesn't hold up much anymore."

  Lin Jiao stroked his stomach through the sweater and drank the two sips of water he fed, feeling contented.

  Her legs overlapped on the sofa, her feet without socks swaying lightly from time to time: "Is there any progress over Chu Yuzhou?"

   "He and Tang Ni?" Hearing a light response, Pei Zhi embraced her and said, "I'm still chasing."

   "Are you saying he's here for real this time?"

"should be."

  Lin Jiao recalled their last time together, and guessed that the pair would be very likely: "Let's find time to get together again?"

   "Okay next week."

   "I'll first ask Jiang Ye if he's free." After all, his schedule is not easy to arrange, so he needs to say in advance.

   After she sent the group message to determine the time, she was carried to the bathroom by Pei Zhi and took a bath together.

   "Wife, I'll show you a few things." After forty minutes, he carried her into the study and unlocked the safe.

   Lin Jiao, who was paralyzed on the soft chair, had an ominous premonition when she heard the bell ringing.

   She raised her eyes and stared at the clip with the bell and the fly swatter, her cheeks flushed.

   "Husband." She avoided his sight, her thoughts were chaotic, and the cool touch hit her collarbone.

   Pei Zhi's eyes darkened: "Good."

   He put his arms around Lin Jiao, who was dyed crimson all over, and walked to the desk unhurriedly, listening to the crisp and pleasant voice.

   The night outside the window was as thick as ink.

   A crescent moon hangs in the sky, and the bright moonlight passes through the half-opened glass windows, bringing the evening breeze to the overlapping figures.

  The light in the study goes out, and the light in the master bedroom comes on.

   In the blink of an eye, more than two hours passed, and the crimson color on Lin Jiao's cheeks gradually disappeared the moment she lay down.

   She raised her head to look at Pei Zhi, her heartbeat couldn't stop accelerating when she thought of what had just happened.

   "You're too much." There was still a hint of softness in Qingli's voice, like the peaches he had eaten.

   Pei Zhi chuckled: "What's too much?"

   "Excessive everywhere."

   "Don't you like it?" He brushed away the hair that was sticking to her side face, the hotness of his fingertips not dissipating.

  Lin Jiao pursed her lips: "I don't like it."

   "Want to be kissed?"

   "No!" She buried her head in his neck, refusing to admit that she liked it: "Don't talk, I'm going to sleep."

   Pei Zhi smiled even more.

   He branded a kiss on her forehead, turned off the night light, and slept with her in a quiet environment.

   "Good night." The low hoarse voice got into her ear, as reassuring as his embrace.

  *

   Far away in an apartment on the Third Ring Road, there was a loud bang, and even the doors and windows shook.

  The sunset falls on the living room through the gauze curtain, and the broken glass reflects a little light.

   Su Tian, ​​who was squatting on the carpet, vented and started to call He Qi, but no one answered.

   She couldn't find anyone for four days in a row, and her secondary card was frozen by Gu Quan again, which was really annoying.

   She stared at the remaining balance of 20,000, holding the phone harder and harder, as if she wanted to crush it.

   At this moment, a shock came from the palm of his hand.

   She pulled back her thoughts to answer Xiao Song's call, her hideous face no longer existed: "What's wrong?"

   "Go downstairs." The short words showed the unrest tonight, but she did not dare to refuse.

   Xiao Song waited downstairs for ten minutes.

   With a cigarette in his mouth, he looked at the woman beside him impatiently, and his tone showed a hint of condensation: "You're going to linger."

   "I'm sorry." Su Tian politely apologized.

   She sat meekly beside him, and when she thought of no money, she moved closer to him: "A Song, I only have 20,000 yuan left."

   "What did you call me?"

"Owner."

   Fortunately, she changed her words quickly, otherwise Xiao Song's expression would become colder: "Gu Quan didn't give you money?"

   "He froze the side card."

   "So you've been tossing around for so long?" He raised his eyebrows, and a teasing smile flashed in his eyes.

  Su Tian was stabbed in the heart by him and felt extremely uncomfortable.

   But she didn't dare to show any emotion, otherwise it would be more than a joke: "Well, can you transfer some money to me?"

"How much do you want?"

   "Five or sixty thousand." She didn't dare to ask for too much at one time, to avoid him being suspicious: "I want to buy clothes."

   It is only tens of thousands of dollars, Xiao Song will not be stingy.

   He turned to Su Tian's Alipay, and when Land Rover drove to the boxing ring, he got off the car and walked inside.

   This time he met Tian Peng mainly to thank the group of people he sent, otherwise he would not have opened the business so soon.

   "Meet again." Tian Peng's palm fell on Su Tian's buttocks, and he patted the other women twice.

   He pointed at Brother Knife who was sitting outside: "My brother quarreled with his girlfriend, are you going out to chat with him?"

  Su Tian's footsteps stopped.

   She knew what the so-called **** represented, but because of the person's identity, Tian Peng was the first, so she turned to look at Xiao Song.

   "Go." Xiao Song saw through her thoughts at a glance, but she would not save Tian Peng's face because of her.

   Anyway, it’s all to accompany, and it’s the same with everyone.

  Su Tian obediently left the private room and walked down the dim stairs to the sofa next to the boxing ring.

   She took off her coat, flicked the corner of her skirt and sat beside Brother Dao, admiring and gentle: "Can I have a drink with you?"

   Brother Dao asked the younger brother behind him, and only after learning that she was sent by Tian Peng, he lightened his guard.

   He touched Su Tian and saw that she kept moving to his side, but he didn't mean to stop: "What's your name?"

   She replied with a smile: "Su Tian."

   (end of this chapter)