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

Chapter 8

"What's wrong?" Lin Jun stopped what he was doing, and looked up at him suspiciously.

Fu Jiujiu was so nervous that his heart was pounding, and he lost his original calmness at all.

He kept his voice low and forbearing, but spoke clearly, full of hints: "Senior, this is a restaurant."

"That's why I closed the doors and windows and drew the curtains." Lin Jun looked around thoughtfully: "Is there anything left open?"

Fu Jiujiu's heart was in a mess.

He pursed his lips in silence for a moment, then got up silently, and walked half a step towards the door: "Senior, I still have something to do..."

"Wait." Lin Jun interrupted him.

He leaned on the back of the chair, raised his head slightly, and slowly reached out to him: "Come here."

Fu Jiujiu's body froze.

He pursed his lips, and his cheeks puffed up slightly because of too much force, looking very cute.

It's a pity that the way he looked at him seemed to be looking at a licentious and foolish king.

Lin Jun's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a while, he finally realized something.

When he mentioned the sack just now, he did have some delusional thoughts.

Now it seems that he is not the only one who has delusions, right?

He looked at Fu Jiujiu thoughtfully, his eyes darkened obviously: "What are you thinking, Fu Xiaojiu?"

Fu Jiujiu's eyes deliberately avoided the small piece of exposed skin, and stood there motionless.

But Lin Jun didn't let him go: "But I want you to help me see if there are any bruises on the wound. What do you think? Huh?"

"Ah?" Fu Jiujiu looked at him in surprise, so it was just like this?

However, who needs to close the doors and windows and draw the curtains with such fanfare to see a wound?

"Ask you? What are you thinking?" Lin Jun asked again, his voice sank.

"I..." Fu Jiujiu's ears turned red suspiciously.

"I was thinking," I don't know if it was because the doors and windows were closed, but he felt hot: "I just want to help you...see the wound."

"Oh?" Lin Jun sneered, "Am I sitting at the door?"

Fu Jiujiu: ...

Fu Jiujiu understood Qi Luo's feeling of wanting to hit someone very well at this moment.

He bit his lip, and there were light marks on his pink lips.

There was also a bit of hostility in the tone: "I'm not afraid that your happiness will be leaked, so I can help you check if the door is closed?"

"Oh, so considerate?" Lin Jun looked at him happily for a moment, then raised his fingers again, ready to undo the remaining few buttons.

Fu Jiujiu looked at those two deep collarbones and a trace of sexy chest muscles, and couldn't care less about anything else.

He quickly stepped forward and held down the hand he was moving.

The fresh breath of sea water and trees filled his nose, reminding him of the school celebration day, when they stood one high and one low on the tree-lined path, the wind blowing from Lin County, the same breath enveloped him.

There was a little panic in his voice, but it became soft again.

There is a little sweetness in the timbre, and the voice is very soft: "I'd better... rub it for you."

Lin Jun looked at him for a moment, then turned his palm over, rubbed his fingertips against his palm: "Okay."

This kind of real, natural intimacy and familiarity is almost beyond Fu Jiujiu's imagination.

The Lin counties of the two worlds were intertwined, which made him feel confused.

He locked his eyes on that small piece of skin, and the tips of his ears and slender cheeks gradually turned pink.

That small piece of skin seemed to have some magical power, it firmly attracted his gaze and it was difficult to divert it.

He raised his fingers tentatively and helped him fasten the loose buttons back.

When the top one was buckled, the bent knuckles accidentally touched his Adam's apple.

That piece of sexy cartilage rolled on his knuckles, so hot that he almost exploded into fireworks, making him withdraw his hand in a panic.

Lin Jun looked down at his every move, his eyes were unfathomable.

They were so close that he could see the very pale blue veins on his neck.

Fu Jiujiu hung his head halfway, his hair was a little long.

His hair was soft and fine, and it felt terribly good to the touch.

Whether it's kissing or doing something more intense, he loves to stick his fingers in and hold him in the palm of his hand.

Fu Jiujiu likes to use milk-scented body wash, so there is always a sweet milky smell on his body, lightly puffing his nose.

Every time, it caused him to bury the tip of his nose into the socket of his neck and take a deep breath, like sucking a cat.

Lin Jun's expression darkened slightly, and he still wanted to suck, but this time he forcibly held back.

His gaze moved down a bit, stopping at the tips of his pink ears and side cheeks.

"Have you been drinking?" he asked.

"No," Fu Jiujiu finished buttoning his buttons, stepped back slightly, and went to rub the spot where Qi Luo hit him: "I want to drive."

He looks very good when he talks like this, his lips are slightly opened and closed, and the range is very small, and he can see the white teeth and the soft tip of his tongue.

Lin Jun finally felt a little uncontrollable, he raised his uninjured hand, wanting to pinch his chin.

A knock on the door sounded at the right time, and Fu Jiujiu was frightened by the sound and immediately backed away, like a frightened rabbit.

Lin Jun's eyes darkened.

After a while, the waiter came in pushing the dining cart.

The dishes were placed on the table, Lin Jun wiped the tableware carefully with a wet towel, and then helped Fu Jiujiu wipe it: "Want to drink? Drink it, I'll see you off."

Fu Jiujiu shook his head, so Lin Jun ordered freshly squeezed juice for him, and handed him a bowl of sea cucumber porridge.

Fu Jiujiu drank the juice: "I'm full."

"Just now you clearly took the soup that Qi Luo handed you." Lin Jun said irrefutably.

Fu Jiujiu had no choice but to take it, bowed his head to eat, and said, "I'm really full now."

Lin Jun stared at his stomach, and didn't force him anymore, and sat down and ate by himself.

He ate very neatly, slowly, and upright.

Fu Jiujiu looked at him while drinking juice.

That feeling was a bit miraculous. The person he had secretly loved and looked up to for eight years slowly fell from the cloud in his heart.

Under normal circumstances, when it comes to the word "fall", there will always be embarrassment.

Collin County is just the opposite.

He fell in front of him, still so good that people looked at him, but he stripped away the sense of alienation caused by his excellence.

It has become more vivid, more lovely, flesh and blood..., and it is within reach.

That beautiful face was close in front of her eyes, she looked very indifferent, but there was subtle thoughtfulness and care in her actions.

Why did they divorce?

This thought suddenly appeared in Fu Jiujiu's mind.

But it didn't have time to germinate, and it was slammed into the soil by his reason.

A divorce is a divorce. As long as someone mentions the word "divorce", then the relationship is dead.

What's the point of entanglement again?It will only make each other look hateful.

Fu Jiujiu tapped a cigarette in the palm of his hand, and Lin Jun, who was concentrating on picking fishbone, immediately looked up at him sharply.

Fu Jiujiu didn't ignite it, but just lightly put it between his fingers and twirled it, like turning a pen.

Fu Jiujiu actually smoked.

Lin Jun was thinking while picking up the fishbone, when the chopsticks hit the plate with a crisp sound.

Is it because you can't accept the fact of divorce, but you want to fight him to the death, so you feel uncomfortable putting something you hate to the bone for 24 years into your lips?

Did the divorce make him so miserable?

But why can't he take a step back after suffering so much?

Just one step, just one time, all problems can be easily solved.

Is his appearance that important?More important than their marriage, more important than him!

Yes, much more important than him.

The fresh and tender fish meat became tasteless, and Lin Jun felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

The way Fu Jiujiu poked him with a cigarette made his heart hurt a little.

Lin Jun seemed to like fish very much, he didn't take a few mouthfuls of other dishes on the table, there was only one fish, and he ate most of it in silence.

After eating, he put down his chopsticks, leaned forward slightly, raised his head slightly, and looked at Fu Jiujiu with straight eyes.

Those eyes were really too deep, with a search in the silence, like a vortex, trying to suck Fu Jiujiu in.

Fu Jiujiu's hands trembled involuntarily, and the smoke between his fingers almost fell.

Lin Jun's actions made him think he was asking for a kiss.

But then, he was so blessed that he wiped his lips gently with a tissue.

Fu Jiujiu thought that her hands were steady enough, but her fingertips still touched the hot lips.

Those lips were hotter and softer than he had felt in his dream.

He subconsciously withdrew his hand and rolled the tissue in his palm.

Lin Jun still maintained that posture, as if he was used to such intimacy, and didn't feel that there was any excess in Fu Jiujiu's approach.

His gaze moved down a little, and landed on Fu Jiujiu's cigarette case on the table.

"Stop smoking, Fu Xiaojiu." He said, "What good is smoking?"

"Cigarettes are not good, don't you smoke?" Fu Jiujiu remembered the crisp sound of the lighter on the phone that night.

"I'm different." Lin Jun said, but he didn't say what was different.

"What's different about you?" Fu Jiujiu asked with a half-smile, reaching out to catch his cigarette case, wanting to take it back.

Just the next moment, his hand was held down by a big hand.

That hand was much bigger than his, almost completely covering his hand.

Lin Jun's deep voice rustled on the eardrums: "If you really want to smoke, I'll buy it for you, huh?"

When these words came out, both of them paused unnaturally.

Fu Jiujiu was silent for a moment.

His cigarettes are actually not bad, even in a place like NF where everything is about taste, he can still get his hands on it.

It's just that it might not be good for Lin County or Fu Jiujiu's consumption level in the past.

He lowered his eyes and smiled: "I like this taste, why don't you try it again, it's very good."

"No." Lin Jun tilted his head, seemed a little angry, neither agreed to try nor prepared to let go.

Unable to help, Fu Jiujiu thought of five-year-old Fu Yan again.

He felt that the filter of his life had probably been used on Lin Jun, and even such a childish behavior, he still found it cute as hell.

But the more cute he felt, the more guarded he was.