Wen Qian felt it was a bit too fast.
Although she knew that sleeping together would be a matter of time, she liked the gradual relationship, so she thought she could hide away for a while, so she spoke before Zhou Shilin.
"I'll sleep on the bed, and you make the floor in the bedroom."
Zhou Shilin looked at her silently and smiled helplessly: "It seems that I can't escape the fate of laying the floor, but..."
He paused and said in a teasing tone: "How long do you think you can escape?"
Wen Qian understood the meaning of his words, couldn't help but blush, and replied seriously: "That depends on your performance."
The words just fell.
Zhou Shilin suddenly leaned forward without warning.
She leaned back subconsciously, and the next second, a big hand was wrapped around her neck, and the man's delicious breath sprayed on her face, with a smile at the corner of her mouth.
"Then I want to show off now."
After that, without any further hesitation, he kissed her softly.
This kiss was different from the scorching heat that night. It was very light and soft, without any lust, but it made people's hearts flutter.
Wen Qian could clearly feel her heartbeat.
Thump thump.
Deafening.
Their foreheads touched and their breaths blended together. Zhou Shilin's voice was hoarse and pleasant, and he said word by word: "Wen Qian, believe me, I will protect you, cherish you, and give you a warm home."
The word home is very desirable.
But Wen Qian keenly caught the loopholes in Zhou Shilin's words. He was talking about protection and love, but none of the four short words was related to love. Her boiling heart gradually calmed down.
She spoke softly.
"Zhou Shilin, do you like me?"
Zhou Shilin seemed not to have expected Wen Qian to ask such a question. He gasped slightly, stepped back, pulled up a chair and sat down. His beautiful eyebrows furrowed unconsciously, and he thought for a moment before speaking.
"Is this important to you?"
"certainly."
Wen Qian looked serious.
In fact, she is a very traditional person at heart, even a little stubborn and stubborn. When it comes to relationships, she has always felt that she would rather be lacking than excessive.
She was attracted to Zhou Shilin, and of course she hoped he would do the same to her.
However, now it seems...
She smiled and said in a very light voice: "I hope our family is made of love, not responsibility or favor. Zhou Shilin, if you don't like me, don't mess with me."
Women are stupid.
Will take it seriously.
She knew that she was being a little pretentious. In the words of today's people, life could never be so romantic and loving. No matter how much love she had, it would slowly be wasted in the trivial time of daily necessities.
But how long can a marriage last without love?
Wen Qian took a long breath and closed her eyes.
"I want to sleep for a while, please go out."
Zhou Shilin stared at her palm-sized little face with deep eyes. Her beauty and softness were just on the surface, but she was actually stubborn inside. He didn't say anything. He gently pulled the towel and covered it with Wen Qian, where she stood. He stood for a while before going out.
The house is so big.
Sister Wang didn't want to hear what was said between the two of them, but she just listened to it. When she saw Zhou Shilin walking away with a sullen expression, she thought the young couple had gotten into trouble, so she found an opportunity to persuade Wen Qian.
"There is no overnight feud between husband and wife."
"What is love? He is willing to spend money for you and protect you from wind and rain. Isn't it more important than love?"
Wen Qian was upset.
"He gave his love to others, and I don't care about him."
"No, I think Comrade Zhou likes you quite a lot."
Sister Wang doesn't know about love, but she believes that a person's eyes can't deceive. Comrade Zhou looked at Wen Qian with a look that was obviously strange. How could there be no love?
It's not good for her as an outsider to get involved in other people's affairs.
I can only keep my mouth shut and go to work.
This way.
Zhou Shilin just thought Wen Qian was having a temper tantrum and didn't take it to heart. He went to the camp and concentrated on training. He didn't answer a phone call until almost noon.
The call came from Beijing.
"Weiyi has a slight health problem. She is going to a nursing home in Shishi to recuperate for a while. The train will take off at three in the afternoon. You can pick her up at the station."
On the phone, Zhou Feng's tone was always serious.
"Our Zhou family is sorry for Wei Yi. We have delayed her for several years. Please take more care of her this time and fulfill your duty as a landlord..."
Zhou Shilin was tired of hearing this kind of talk.
He couldn't help but replied coldly: "You're not tired of saying this, I'm tired of hearing it. I'm telling you for the last time that I'm already married, and I have no plans to divorce. Give up as soon as possible to get me and Meng Weiyi together." Thoughts, I can pick you up at the station, but there’s no need to talk about anything else.”
As soon as these words came out.
Angry, Zhou Feng slammed the table on the other end of the phone.
"You're married, what will Weiyi do?"
"Whatever, maybe I still have to be responsible for her life. Old man, I'm not the only one in our Zhou family. There's also Zhou Shi'an. You've always regarded him as your biological son. Just let him marry Meng Weiyi."
Zhou Shilin was tit for tat.
After all, this kind of conversation has long been the norm between father and son.
But Zhou Feng was still very angry, and the sound of heavy breathing came from the receiver, which made Zhou Shilin afraid that his father would not be able to catch his breath and carry him on his back.
Fortunately, Zhou Feng is used to it.
After silently reciting a few words about my dear friend, I continued.
"You bastard, just go against your father. If you can be more at ease sometimes, I can live a few more years!"
Zhou Shilin couldn't hear the word Zhou Shi'an.
He retorted sarcastically: "Of course I can't compare to Zhou Shi'an. He is the son of your first love, so he will naturally please you more than me, your biological son. You don't have to worry about whether you will live long. With your first love by your side day and night, you will definitely Live as long as a tortoise."
Zhou Feng didn't know how to answer these words.
He waited on the receiver for a long time before cursing the little bastard.
"Just be angry with me. I am the turtle bastard, and you are the turtle bastard. After a while, Shi An will go to Shi City to work. Then you can get together. After all, our surname is Zhou. Even if we are not biological, at least we are better than outsiders. powerful……"
Zhou Feng responded with a blind tone.
Zhou Shilin hung up the phone neatly, pinched his brows irritably, raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was already 12:30 noon.
He quickly went to the canteen to get a meal and then rushed to the family home.
Back home.
Sister Wang has already prepared the meal.
When he saw Zhou Shilin come back, he felt like he had met his savior. He pouted angrily in the direction of the bedroom and whispered: "Quickly calm him down, I'm angry."
Angry?
Just because he didn't tell her that he liked her in time?
This woman!
Zhou Shilin smiled helplessly, walked to the bedroom, and closed the door after entering.
There was a soft click.
Wen Qian, who was leaning on the bedside reading a book, looked over alertly, her delicate brows slightly raised: "Why did you lock the door?"
"What do you think?"
Zhou Shilin's eyes were smiling: "Is it possible that you want Sister Wang to enjoy the live erotic palace?"
