Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 235 You Can't Do It?

Song Xiaolin was stunned when he heard it suddenly: "What rules?"

She has never heard of any other rules in the Lu family...

He opened his mouth slowly, "Lu family rules, no transgressions before marriage."

"..." After a three-second delay, she suddenly couldn't help laughing, her tone full of provocation, "Lu Jingyan, I should say that you are an unkind and cold flower of Gaoling, or you are a law-abiding The eldest young master of the Lu family, or...you can't do it?"

In just a moment, his brows and eyes suddenly darkened, as if hiding the ice and snow of the North Pole.

"Then I'll let you see if I can do it."

In the next second, he pressed down and bound her hands. Her long hair was spread on the pure white quilt, like a piece of fine silk, and her breath was filled with a light and clear fragrance.

Lu Jingyan's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and just about to get close, Song Xiaolin broke free from the shackles of his hands first, and then hugged his neck, staring at him with those dark, wet eyes without blinking, and smirked a few times: "I was wrong, Mr. Lu, I don't dare to do it next time, I just... I'm just making a joke when I'm idle, I want to be a law-abiding daughter-in-law of the Lu family, we can't break the rules of the Lu family, you're right Bar?"

He ignored it, "Unfortunately, it's too late."

The slender fingers slowly slid on her back, and he could even clearly feel the distinct joints, which were slightly numb and slightly hot, like igniting a cluster of small sparks. With a light flick of his fingertips, the She opened the hidden button of her underwear, and finally, she panicked: "Wait, wait... Lu Jingyan, look at that photo."

Following the direction she pointed, he turned his head and saw that the photo was pinned on the table.

He picked it up, opened it, and saw six-year-old her and eleven-year-old him.

Two immature and innocent faces, smiling silly.

Taking advantage of him not paying attention, Song Xiaolin quickly sat up from the bed: "Look, how could we do bad things in front of two children? Let's talk about it after we get married...well, let's talk about it later anyway."

Lu Jingyan stared at the photo closely, looking thoughtful, and then, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, he leaned into her ear, and slowly seduced her, "It's okay, the Lu family The rule is that there should be no transgressions before marriage, but that doesn't mean we can't take a bath and sleep together."

That voice, blending into the night, seemed extraordinarily charming.

"Huh?? What? Wait—"

Before she could taste the meaning carefully, he had already picked her up from the crook of her leg with one hand, and walked to the bathroom, "Wait, wait, the fire in my heart was born because of you, so naturally it should be caused by you." You destroy it yourself."

"..."

Song Xiaolin swore that from now on, she would never provoke a man's dignity casually again.

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A few days later, the movie premiere press conference was held as scheduled.

In the hall, there are bouquets of flowers, and the light fragrance is lingering.

Song Xiaolin and Ji Yu were talking all the way, and a staff member happened to pass by with a bouquet of flowers. She glanced at it casually, but when they rubbed shoulders, she suddenly stopped: "Wait a minute."

The staff looked puzzled: "Miss Song, did you call me?"

The bouquet of flowers is special because it is not a so-called Chinese rose, nor is it a so-called eustoma gypsophila, but a sunflower, the fiery red color is as dazzling as the sun, and there is a small card sandwiched between them.

She took out the card, and the black words shone brightly under the lamp——

"It's great that my sunflowers are always facing the sun."

Just like before, that unruly boy sent her a bouquet of sunflowers and a card.

Don't wither in the dark, my sunflower, he said.

Duan Yicheng!
It must be Duan Yicheng!
Song Xiaolin's mood suddenly became agitated, and she didn't care about anything. She grabbed the staff's arm and asked urgently, "Who sent this sunflower?"

"Uh, that person didn't sign it, it was sent by a man in a suit..."

"Ji Yu, I suddenly have something to do, you should get off work first."

She took the coat from Ji Yu's arms and ran out in a hurry.

"Sister Song...?" Only Ji Yu and the staff were left unaware, so they looked at each other in blank dismay.

It was quite windy outside, the streets on both sides were brightly lit, and the cars and people kept coming and going.

But there were so many people there, but he didn't see the familiar figure in his memory.

Searching for nothing, Song Xiaolin was so lost that he could only go back the same way, but unexpectedly found a figure of a man in a suit in the shop in front of him.

"Duan Yicheng!" She trotted over and grabbed the man's sleeve.

When the man turned his head, he saw a strange face: "Miss, what can you do for me?"

She let go of her hand hastily, and smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person."

It's not Duan Yicheng...

"Hey, are you that big star? What's your name, Song... Song Xiaolin?"

Seeing that she was recognized, she lowered her head in panic and covered her face with her hands, "You're mistaken..."

Suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist, the palm was warm, and then a force took her away.

Song Xiaolin looked up in a daze, and after seeing the person coming, he involuntarily widened his eyes, and his brows instantly lit up with joy: "Duan Yicheng, it's really you! Did you give me the sunflower? "

He casually threw a coat over her head, "Don't talk, do you want to be photographed?"

"no……"

While speaking, he had already brought her to a deserted corner.

"I really didn't expect to meet you again. I'm very happy." She took off her coat, hugged it in her arms, and looked at him with a smile.

Over the years, Duan Yicheng is really different from the unruly boy back then.

He seems to be taller and taller, but he has lost a lot of weight, and the outline of his chin has deepened, and he even has a little stubble. He wears a simple suit neatly, with a youthful look. Boss temperament.

"Am I dead? Why can't you meet me?"

Open his mouth, he is still him, that wild and unruly Duan Yicheng.

"Bah, bah, can't you say something nice?"

He snatched the coat from her arms and draped it on her shoulders casually, "Okay, I've seen you, it's time to go back."

"What are you going back to? Where are you going back?" Song Xiaolin stretched out his hand to block him, "We only met once, and I have a lot to say to you."

Duan Yicheng moved away her hand, and left without looking back, "But I have nothing to say."

This man is really ruthless.

But when the swaying back came into her eyes, like a huge wave in her heart, she suddenly called out to him: "Duan Yicheng, what's wrong with your leg...?"

The meeting in the hospital six years ago was not an accident.

At that time, he was also limping like this, but he said that he just sprained his foot while playing basketball, and it will be fine in a few days.

But now, why is he still limping around?

(End of this chapter)