Hidden marriage and cute wife come to the official announcement

Chapter 270 Pretending!
So, she slowed down and caught a glimpse of a figure in the crowd out of the corner of her eye.

Jin Yan's delicately made-up face instantly became dark and gloomy, looking at Lin Zitong snuggling beside You Haoze, looking like a very happy little woman, the darkness in her eyes flashed past.

Obviously, Lin Zitong sensed Jin Yan's strangeness, and felt the coldness in Jin Yan's eyes at a glance.

What's wrong with Jin Yan?
Even though she was in the private room just now, Jin Yan was still smiling like a flower, but now her face was as cold as ice for a thousand years.

Hey, why does the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses standing next to Jin Yan look familiar?
After a little thought, Lin Zitong remembered that she had asked You Haoze before, and he told her that the man was Quan Lei, the manager of the company's finance department.

It seems that Jin Yan left halfway through the meal, probably because of Quan Lei.

At lunch time, what did Quan Lei do with Jin Yan?Is Quan Lei pursuing Jin Yan?However, the two of them work in the same company and are both company executives, so it is not surprising that they are related.

Lin Zitong hoped that Quan Lei was chasing Jin Yan as he thought.If Jin Yan could be with Quan Lei, she would lose a rival in love.

As soon as he sat in the car, Lin Zitong's red face immediately collapsed, but suppressed his temper, leaned against the back of the seat, and looked out the window.

You Haoze closed the car door, stretched out his hand and gently scratched the tip of her nose, and asked dotingly, "What's wrong?"

She couldn't help but sneered, squeezed out a word between her teeth miserly: "Pretend!"

That way, there is a bit of gnashing of teeth.

With a wicked smile on his thin lips, he leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Didn't I give you a hint (separation)? How can you blame me for leaving your sunglasses and peaked cap in the private room?" Woolen cloth?"

"You..." Lin Zitong was at a loss for words, and his complaints and dissatisfaction were blocked by his words.

This is tantamount to an indirect admission that those paparazzi were found by You Haoze.He was right, it was she who had misinterpreted the meaning, preconceived that he had made all the preparations, and they would not run into paparazzi when they went out.

As everyone knows, his original intention was to make her guard against the paparazzi.

What's exasperating is that even though he dug a hole for her to jump, he still has to put on a gesture of 'you're blind'.

The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, with a blushing face, she clenched her fist and pressed the back of her hand to her lips, cursing in a low voice.

"asshole!"

A smirk flashed across You Haoze's eyes, he held her body with one hand, and stared at her with black eyes: "Still reminiscing?"

Lin Zitong: "..."

She is not reminiscing!
The corner of his mouth flicked a hint of playfulness, and his fingers rubbed (separated) her forehead, making her numb, and her head shrank.

"Didn't you have fun just now? Want to do it again?"

After saying that, his big hand wrapped around her small hand, and he easily moved her hand away from her face.

Wen, from shallow to deep, he didn't let her go until her breathing became unsteady.

Gently touching her forehead, his fingertips rubbed (separated) her soft (separated) cheeks, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Serve the side dishes first, and have a big meal at night. Do you know what the side dishes are called?"

You Haoze smiled slightly, and said two words in a low voice as if asking and answering himself.

"Funny!"

At first Lin Zitong thought she called him an asshole, but he responded teasingly.

After reacting for a long time, I realized what he was referring to.

boom!
Her head exploded, the rascal!

A beast in clothes, like You Haoze, who looks more serious than anyone else on the surface, colder than anyone else, but he is second in playing hooligans, no one dares to call him number one.

　Yesterday, the male god sent me a text message saying, "I have no one at home tonight".

　　So I went to his house.

　　knocked on the door for an hour.

　　Sure enough, no one.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)