C12 Overnight

Jin Beilin slightly shifted his body, looking at the person lying in his arms. The warm yellow light hit the perfect side of Jin Beilin's face, giving him a sense of gentleness.

This little woman is so cute when she sleeps. Then he thought, why is this woman so dazed? Is she able to fall asleep anywhere? If it wasn't him today, would he have been brought home? A sliver of displeasure appeared in his heart.

He propped up Joe's tiny body and helped her take off her coat, leaving only the inside one. He was worried about having a servant change his clothes. If he was woken up, he would not be able to sleep with her in his arms.

Looking at the woman who was sleeping soundly with her mouth slightly open, Jin Beilin thought of the woman's panic during the day, and the corner of his mouth curled up, showing a hint of playfulness.

He wondered what kind of expression this little girl would have when she woke up tomorrow and saw him in his bed. He was looking forward to it.

The next morning, dawn arrived. Joe stirred slightly and found that he could not stretch his body.

Eh? Why didn't he change his clothes? The feeling of being tightly wrapped in his clothes and sleeping was really uncomfortable. This damnable Dou Dou must have tortured him for another half a night. See how she gets up and makes a racket.

The blurry Qiao Shi slightly opened his glazed eyes. The room was pitch-black. Feeling his flurry of movements, he felt somewhat embarrassed.

It seemed like Dou Dou was the one who had been tormented. It was best for him to compensate her. No rush, let's sleep a bit more.

That's not right, why is Dou Dou's body so hard? Could it be that the girl had been exercising recently, and Wen Chengze liked muscles?

He felt along his arm all the way up, feeling the muscles slightly tremble under his magic claws.

Not bad, not bad. The feeling of her hands is pretty good. Dou Dou was really fighting to the death. She was just a man.

He moved his arm all the way up to the left side. The muscles stretched endlessly. The chest and the hands felt like they were moving.

Chest? Why is Dou Dou's chest flat?

"Have you touched enough?"

Jin Beilin's low, magnetic voice came from the top of Qiao Shi's head. It had three points of laziness, four points of depression, and four points of charm. It was very pleasant to listen to.

Jin Beilin was woken up when he saw Qiao Qiao nudging and shaking his body. Closing her eyes, she imagined the graceful figure of a woman. Her smooth and tender hands rubbed the touch of her skin.

He could not guarantee what would happen if this woman continued to move forward.

Joe listened to the low, magnetic voice, and his body stiffened. He probably wouldn't be hurt.

He quickly regained his senses and rolled up the blanket. Then, with a kick, a "peng" sound rang out. It was the sound of a heavy object landing on the ground.

At the same time, it was accompanied by the terrifying wails of a certain woman.

"Ah — you bastard."

When Uncle Lin and the servants outside the door heard the noise, they all knew very well what they were doing. It seems like the young master has really found his wife this time.

Jin Beilin was sitting on the ground, with three black lines running down his forehead. His eyes were full of anger, and his brows were tightly knitted into a square. This damnable woman actually dared to kick him.

Joe sat down on the bed. He couldn't see the man in the dark, but he was clearly annoyed.

"You …" What do you want? "

Unconsciously, her grievance and fear burst forth from the woman's halting voice.

Jin Beilin suddenly stood up and pulled open the curtain, the sunlight shining on the man's muscular and muscular body.

Not only was Qiao Zhiwei stunned by what he saw, his mind quickly swept through the events of the previous night. When he remembered that he was thinking about his mother, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

A burst of vexation suddenly appeared on his face. Qiao Qiao's brain was like a pig's brain. He could fall asleep just from thinking about anything. That's great. He was probably taken by someone else.

Wait, did he kick Jin Beilin out of bed just now? So Jin Beilin brought her to his house.

The other person helped him so that he wouldn't fall into the street where he could sleep, but he actually kicked him off the bed? Qiao Shiwei, aren't you too ashamed of yourself?

With a frown, Qiao Qiao's face was full of embarrassment. He wished that he could immediately find a hole to hide in.

He had to go to work in two days. He had offended his superior more than once. One, two, three, three times. He wouldn't be fired the moment he entered the office, right? It's over.

"Hurry up and pack up for breakfast."

Jin Beilin wore a cold expression and didn't say anything. He changed his clothes, went to the bathroom, washed his face and rinsed his mouth before going downstairs.

Qiao Qiao sat on the bed and relaxed, leaning against the headboard, thinking about how he would apologize to Jin Beilin later. I can't say, right, I can't say that I kicked him.

Uncle Lin knocked on the door, and Joe answered by asking him to go straight in.

"Miss Qiao, these are the clothes and toiletries that the young master ordered me to prepare for you."

A vigorous and powerful voice came from the spirited old man.

Looking at the elder staring at him meaningfully, Qiao Qiao's face reddened slightly.

"Thank you, old grandpa."

Hearing Qiao Qiao call him this, Uncle Lin felt joy in his heart. He opened his mouth like a spring breeze.

"Just call me Uncle Lin from now on."

He changed his clothes and washed up. Joe came down the stairs.

Jin Beilin was already sitting at the dining table, staring at Qiao Qiao blankly without moving, using his eyes to signal Uncle Lin.

Uncle Lin pulled out the chair beside Jin Beilin. Ye Zichen smiled.

"Miss Qiao, please come have breakfast."

Qiao Qiao had no choice but to sit on it, he originally wanted to tell Jin Beilin and leave immediately. Seeing that Uncle Lin had helped him pull out a chair, he found it embarrassing to speak.

It's nothing. It's just a breakfast, so it won't take up much time.

The breakfast was very bountiful. It was unknown what kind of meal Qiao Qiao liked. It was said that she used to study abroad. Uncle Lin then asked the servants to prepare a Chinese and Western meal.

Joe sat in his seat and saw that Jin Beilin didn't move his bowl for a long time, so he could only sit there in a daze. He secretly observed Jin Beilin's expression.

Jin Beilin shot a cold glance at Qiao Zhiwei, seeing through what she was thinking. He started using his knife and fork.

He had wanted to tease her by looking at her panicked expression this morning. He didn't think that this woman would actually dare to kick him off the bed.

Why isn't this stupid woman apologizing to me? Forget it, I should just let her eat first.

"Eat."

Only then did Joe begin to eat his breakfast. The breakfast in Jin Beilin's home was quite a good one, even the taste was so good.

He had to eat more, talk less, no, not talk. Qiao Qiao muttered in his heart.

Uncle Lin secretly noted the pattern of Joe's nibbling. He had to take good care of his future mistress. Oh right, he would let Mommy Yu stew a chicken farm. It was time for Miss Qiao to have a good rest.

After breakfast. Jin Beilin sat on the sofa, reading a newspaper. The servants cleared the table.

For a moment, Joe didn't know what to do, so he walked up to Jin Beilin.

He would have to apologize sooner or later anyway. Joe slightly encouraged himself to apologize to Jin Beilin.