I became popular after dressing as the boss's ex-wife

Chapter 11

"What are the words of tigers and wolves?" Lin Jun held Fu Jiujiu's thin white finger, leaned forward slightly, and said in a cold tone, "I can still do things like tigers and wolves. Don't you know it better than anyone else?"

They were very close, their foreheads almost touching their foreheads.

Lin Jun's beautiful facial features were infinitely magnified in front of Fu Jiujiu's eyes, so perfect that there was no flaw at all.

Shocked by her beauty, Fu Jiujiu subconsciously licked her dry lips.

His hands were too hot, wrapping his fingers warmly, giving him a very intimate illusion.

His voice was low and deep, like drums mixed in with music, hitting his heart precisely and forcefully, and the numbness made him flustered.

He only held one finger of him, and he lost his composure and flustered like this, if it was really like in his dream...

Fu Jiujiu was so frightened that he forcibly stopped his wild thoughts.

He struggled with his own fingers, but did not move.

Rapid heartbeat, dry mouth...

He tried to persuade him to reason incoherently, his voice was a little sandy, like a sandy watermelon: "Senior, there is a sentence that I don't know if I should say it or not."

Lin Jun looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes darkened a little, making him breathless.

"Then don't talk about it." He said sternly and ruthlessly.

Fu Jiujiu leaned against the wall, raised her head slightly, and looked at him for a moment.

After a while, Lin Jun shifted his gaze to the lips he had just licked.

There were light wet marks on those lips, like pink jelly, which made people want to bite down, viciously.

Fu Jiujiu endured for a while, but finally couldn't hold back, bit her lip and turned her head away.

Sui Linlin and his group seemed to be afraid of Lin Jun.

After such a short time, the birds and beasts have scattered, and they didn't even say hello.

What are these cheap friends?Fu Jiujiu couldn't help but frowned and cursed.

He was in a trance when suddenly there was a very light itching on his neck.

The faint itch went all the way down, and finally stopped at his collarbone, becoming solid.

Fu Jiujiu's skin is sensitive and he is extremely ticklish, so he immediately backed away.

But Lin Jun didn't take back his hand, he gently stroked the small piece of skin with his fingertips, and asked after a while, "What is this?"

"Ah?" Fu Jiujiu was held down by him, and he didn't dare to move. He tilted his head slightly, and his slender, fair neck drew out beautiful lines.

The small Adam's apple embedded in it also rolled slightly in response to that sound, like a tempting candy.

Lin Jun stared at him for a moment, then his eyes finally fell on the two small strawberry tattoos on his collarbone.

The strawberry landed on Fu Jiujiu's fine white skin, inexplicably stained with an indescribable color.

It looks like a bright strawberry stained with white milk, and like a pink red bean dotted on the top of the white milk.

……

Fuck!

The drooping eyelashes covered his pupils, and after a while, he asked deeply, "Tattoo stickers?"

"En." Fu Jiujiu replied, even trying to breathe calmly.

Lin Jun raised his fingers to button up his loose shirt to cover up the tattoo.

When he reached the top one, the bent knuckles scratched his Adam's apple very lightly.

The itching made Fu Jiujiu feel terrified, as if it pierced into the bone marrow from the point of contact, and he couldn't help but panic.

With a racing heart, he heard Lin Jun say: "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Fu Jiujiu didn't resist, and was powerless to resist, like a piece of butter melted in Lin Jun's palm.

It seems that Lin Jun can only let him rub or rub, suck or suck.

Fu Jiujiu was in this chaotic and noisy moment when Lin Jun held his hand and walked out of the feasting, suddenly realized that his admiration and secret love back then were, in fact, just for sex after stripping off the external aura.

Fortunately, he was never greedy, so he was lucky enough to avoid the butcher's knife hanging over the top of his fate.

The driver was already waiting at the door. When he saw them coming out, he immediately got out of the car and opened the door, and greeted Lin Jun respectfully: "Master."

Then he called Fu Jiujiu again: "Sir."

This not-so-familiar feeling of being respected and complimented by others woke up Fu Jiujiu's brain.

He nodded slightly, bent over and got into the car.

At that moment, he felt Lin Jun's palm naturally protecting the top of his head.

Fu Jiujiu turned his head to look over, Lin Jun's back was illuminated, his face was blurred, his arms were raised slightly, quietly waiting for his movements.

Fu Jiujiu got in, and Lin Jun got into the car from the other side, and pulled down the front and rear car fenders very naturally.

"Did you read the message I sent you?" he asked.

"Not yet." Fu Jiujiu said.

"Aren't you busy letting my little brother light cigarettes and pour wine?" Lin Jun's voice was cold again, full of sarcasm.

Like a hedgehog, cold and sharp, but inexplicably, Fu Jiujiu finds it very cute.

Probably because the tone of his speech that day was too similar to Fu Yan?Kind of babyish?

Fu Jiujiu couldn't help smiling, and took out the phone from his pocket.

The screen lit up, and the words "Not as good as a dog" were at the top, very eye-catching.

Fu Jiujiu shook his hand and turned off the screen with a guilty conscience.

"What's the matter?" He turned his head away: "Say it directly."

Fortunately, Lin Jun didn't pay attention to his movements, and didn't make things difficult for him: "Tomorrow is the day to go back to the old house to eat with my mother. I will pick you up in the afternoon."

Since the death of his grandmother, Fu Jiujiu has been living alone, and his experience with his elders is very poor.

Lin Jun's mother?

That's Lin Jun's mother!He couldn't even imagine what it would be like, and he was so stage frightened.

But as "Fu Jiujiu", he had no reason to refuse this request, whether it was in terms of politeness or agreement with Lin Jun.

"Why, Fu Xiaojiu?" Sensing his hesitation, Lin Jun frowned slightly, "It's only been a few days, and you don't even plan to see my mother?"

"No." Fu Jiujiu hurriedly said, "I just suddenly remembered something else."

Then quickly added: "Go."

"What are you thinking about?" Lin Jun asked, "So preoccupied?"

"I," Fu Jiujiu paused, "I thought of my mother."

Fu Jiujiu loves his mother the most.

Lin Jun's expression softened uncontrollably.

He was about to speak when the phone rang.

The name that popped up on the screen made his face stiffen involuntarily.

"I was wrong." He answered the phone with a sincere voice, completely different from the cold and thorny face he faced Fu Jiujiu.

Fu Jiujiu couldn't help but glance at him sideways.

For a long time afterwards, Lin Jun didn't speak again, his thick eyelashes drooped, and he seemed to be listening carefully to what was said there.

"Don't dare anymore," he pursed his lips with a smile, and begged for mercy in a non-serious way: "I have something urgent to do, so I forgot about you, old man."

Fu Jiujiu understood.

Lin Jun probably went to the ferry with others for fun, but he was so angry that he forgot him in the club, and he was apologizing at the moment.

He raised his hand and lowered the window a little.

The night wind was very cold, blowing his hair up through the narrow gap.

Fu Jiujiu took a few deep breaths, and watched the street lights passing by outside the window stop moving.

Lin Jun turned his head to look at him while talking on the phone.

Fu Jiujiu turned his head sideways, he could only see a small part of his snow-white side cheeks, and a section of his neck that was so white that it glowed.

His hair was a bit long, covering half of his ears, and the diamond earrings shone faintly and flickering with the changing light.

Lin Jun's gaze was fixed on his delicate white earballs, the outlines there were beautiful, and the inlays made them more delicate.

While talking on the phone, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch the piece of soft meat, it was hot and soft like a hot spring.

The softest part of his heart suddenly heated up, and he unconsciously softened his voice: "Why don't you treat yourself to some delicious food?"

The fingertips slowly brushed the earballs, and then hooked the diamond earrings, which slightly deformed the shiny earballs.

The earrings moved slightly, and a bright smile gradually appeared in those deep eyes.

It's just that before the smile deepened, Fu Jiujiu turned his head and looked over.

Fu Jiujiu didn't speak, but his expression was very cold.

His lips were pursed, his expression was calm and indifferent, but there was a chill in his amber eyes.

That was an expression Lin Jun had never seen before.

Lin Jun was stunned, stabbed by the emotion in his eyes.

The tone of the phone call became impatient: "Lu Xiye, are you still finished?"

Xu had enough scolding, and succeeded in driving him into a frenzy, so Lu Xiye hung up the phone resolutely.

The carriage became quiet, only the streetlights on both sides continued to flash in mottled light spots as the car moved forward.

Bright and bright, dim and dim.

Perhaps because the lights and shadows, the traffic flow and the crowd were all too familiar and friendly, the chill in Fu Jiujiu's eyes slowly dissipated, replaced by an almost gentle calm.

The wind outside the window is indeed a bit cold, it is not as safe as the warmth of this small space.

He closed the window and sat upright, his posture can be called obedient.

Lin Jun looked sideways calmly, looking for the coldness that had just covered his face, but in the end he found nothing.

It seemed that it was just his own illusion, and it had nothing to do with Fu Jiujiu or this world.

He lowered his eyes, looking from his face to his hands in his lap.

The hands were naturally folded.

The small mole on the tail finger of the right hand was barely visible under the dim light, only a soft white was outlined by the light and shadow.

"Fu Jiujiu?" Lin Jun called out.

Fu Jiujiu turned his head to look over, his eyes were calm and soft, and he said softly, "Huh?"

Light and shadow sprinkled mottled on his face, like a painting, revealing some gentleness in the silence.

Lin Jun looked at him quietly for a moment, with some doubts and inquiries, but also hiding something else.

After a moment he said, "I'm home."

Lin Jun's car has been registered in the community and can come and go freely.

Fu Jiujiu opened the car door and turned his head to say goodbye to him: "Thank you senior for taking me back, be careful on the road."

Lin Jun nodded, but just as Fu Jiujiu moved, he reached out and grabbed his wrist again.

His palms were hot, and his eyes were hidden in the shadows, bottomless: "Can I go up and have a look at Fu Xiaoba?"