February and March were the chilly seasons of spring in the south. Before the beginning of spring in the lunar calendar, the cold air could not be swept away from this land.
Originally, it was not a big deal. But recently, Hui Lin had been looking gloomy for a few days, which made people around her feel that the winter was still lingering.
Guo Xuehua and Mother Wang asked her what was wrong, but Hui Lin did not say anything. She only said that she was fine, which made the two elders think that Hui Lin had something on her mind, so it was not convenient for them to ask more.
Yang Cheng saw this and discussed with Anxin whether it would be better to bring Hui Lin out to relax. Anxin, who had become good friends with Hui Lin, also agreed with this suggestion. Hui Lin was bored singing in the recording studio every day and learning composition from the music arrangement teachers. It was not a good idea. As for where to go, it was still a problem. After all, although spring was not far away, the temperature was still very low.
On a Friday night at the end of February, Yang Cheng went back to his room to take a shower and go to bed after watching the news.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
Yang Cheng thought it was Guo Xuehua sending him some snacks like she did in the past. Yang Cheng tacitly accepted this kind of mother's love for her son. It felt strange, but also comfortable.
But when he opened the door, he found Lin Ruoxi standing outside with a complicated expression. She was a little nervous, a little embarrassed, a little shy, and a little unwilling.
This was the first time that Lin Ruoxi took the initiative to talk to Yang Cheng after the quarrel with Anxin in the office. Yang Cheng was flattered and felt that spring was not far away.
Lin Ruoxi was wearing a red round-neck woolen sweater and a grey patterned winter skirt. Her beautiful eyes made her look even more charming, especially when she pursed her thin lips. She looked like a blooming red mountain in spring. She was more beautiful than a flower.
"Ruoxi babe, you're finally willing to talk to me. Are you missing your husband's embrace? Are you looking for me on a long winter night?" Yang Cheng said with a smile.
Lin Ruoxi gritted her teeth and glared at him. She walked into Yang Cheng's room, then turned around and took out a knitted gray scarf from her back.
The scarf's design was very simple, but it was made of high-quality cashmere thread. It was soft and warm.
"For me?" Yang Cheng was stunned and looked at Lin Ruoxi in surprise. "Babe, you know how to knit a scarf for me?"
Lin Ruoxi turned her head away in embarrassment. "Aunt Guo knitted it, but she said … she wanted me to put it on for you …"
Lin Ruoxi's voice became softer and softer. She was obviously very embarrassed.
Yang Cheng suddenly realized that his mother was always worried about the relationship between him and his wife. She must have used this method to ease the conflict between the young couple and make them closer.
However, he didn't expect that Guo Xuehua would secretly knit a scarf for him. Although Yang Cheng basically didn't need it, and winter was almost over, it was still a formal gift from a mother to her son. Yang Cheng couldn't help but think if he should open his mouth and call her "Mom".
"Put the scarf here. I … I'm leaving …" Lin Ruoxi put the scarf on Yang Cheng's mattress and then turned around to leave. She really couldn't imagine what it would be like if she put the scarf on Yang Cheng. It made her too shy.
"Don't go." Yang Cheng smiled evilly and grabbed Lin Ruoxi's wrist. "You dare to disobey your mother-in-law's orders?"
"You … you're bullying me again." Lin Ruoxi was so anxious that her face turned red.
"How is this bullying you? What's the big deal about a wife putting a scarf on her husband? If you're willing, I can even help you wear underwear every day." Yang Cheng laughed.
"I don't want you to help me wear … wear that?" Lin Ruoxi stomped her feet. Seeing that she couldn't break free from Yang Cheng, she could only pick up the scarf angrily and said to Yang Cheng angrily, "Move your pig hand away. How can I put it on with one hand?"
Yang Cheng smiled. "Pigs don't have hands. These are pig trotters."
Lin Ruoxi ignored him. Seeing that he let go of her hand, she simply closed her eyes and didn't look at Yang Cheng's teasing expression. She didn't want to be angry and embarrassed. She directly flung the scarf around Yang Cheng's neck.
However, when Lin Ruoxi closed her eyes, it made things easier for Yang Cheng. He quickly hugged Lin Ruoxi's fragrant body in his arms.
"Ah."
Lin Ruoxi let out a soft moan. The moment she suddenly opened her eyes, Yang Cheng kissed her lips heavily.
"Ugh …"
Lin Ruoxi's eyes widened. Her watery eyes were filled with excitement, shyness, and sullenness, but she was powerless to resist. Her whole body was sore and soft as if she had no bones. She let Yang Cheng's bandit tongue enter her mouth. She clumsily dodged, but instead became Yang Cheng's playful toy.
Yang Cheng enjoyed it. Every time he hugged this stunner, apart from the great physical pleasure, the spiritual sense of conquering a goddess was indescribable. It was as if he was not hugging a woman, but hugging the whole world.
When Yang Cheng's hand slowly tried to caress Lin Ruoxi's full chest, Lin Ruoxi finally couldn't bear it. She couldn't help but hurriedly separate their lips and blocked Yang Cheng's mischievous hand.
Yang Cheng also realized that he was too lustful. He had failed for so long in his dream of sharing a room. How could he settle it when they had just reconciled?
Looking at Lin Ruoxi's misty eyes, Yang Cheng smiled awkwardly and said, "I won't touch, I won't touch, just a hug will do."
"Let go of your pig trotters," Lin Ruoxi said coldly.
Yang Cheng smiled bitterly. Her learning ability was too fast.
"Since you are so thirsty, go find your little secretary. Don't open a dye shop just because I gave you some color. If Aunt Guo didn't ask me to come today, I wouldn't even bother with a guy like you," Lin Ruoxi said coldly.
Yang Cheng wasn't angry, "I know. I'm already very grateful that you came. After all, it's all my fault."
Seeing that Yang Cheng admitted his mistake so straightforwardly, Lin Ruoxi didn't say anything else. But she also knew that this guy obviously knew his mistake and wouldn't change. She was tired of having one lover after another, but she couldn't say anything about it.
Men were getting more and more fickle, but she was getting deeper and deeper in the mud. When he hugged and kissed her just now, she actually didn't have the thought of resisting, but just resisted it instinctively.
Doesn't this mean that I've already taken these intimate actions as a matter of course …?
Every time she thought of these helpless things, Lin Ruoxi would try her best not to think about it. Then, she thought of another thing that she wanted to talk about. She asked, "Hui Lin told me that that person passed away. Is it true?"
Lin Ruoxi's expression changed, and she fixed her gaze on Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng was slightly startled. He didn't expect that Hui Lin would tell Lin Ruoxi about Lin Zhiguo, but then he felt relieved.
The barrier between the two sisters was that they had different opinions about Lin Zhiguo, their grandfather.
Now that Lin Zhiguo was gone, there was nothing for them to avoid.
"It's true. He will never appear in front of you again." Yang Cheng nodded.
A touch of sadness flashed across Lin Ruoxi's eyes, "He's gone too …"
Yang Cheng didn't speak. He knew very well that to Lin Ruoxi, Lin Zhiguo wasn't a qualified elder. He was even a person that Lin Ruoxi hated. However, people's feelings were always contradictory.
After all, Lin Ruoxi wasn't Hui Lin. She wouldn't take Lin Zhiguo too seriously. In a sense, his death was a form of relief for Lin Ruoxi.
"You already knew who Hui Lin is, right?" Yang Cheng asked.
Lin Ruoxi nodded. "When Yang Lie came last time, I heard him call her 'Hui Lin', so I guessed it … But Hui Lin is just Hui Lin. I won't treat her like that person just because she's his granddaughter. She's a good girl and I like her very much. "
"Your good sister has been feeling down recently. Anxin and I are discussing bringing Hui Lin out to relax. Let's pick a day to go out and have some fun. Where do you think we should go?" Yang Cheng asked with a weird smile.
Lin Ruoxi could tell what he was implying. "Why is that woman bringing Hui Lin out with you?"
"Oh? In that case, my dear Ruoxi, are you willing to bring Hui Lin out with me? "Yang Cheng asked.
Lin Ruoxi frowned. "Hui Lin is my sister. Why should she be brought out by someone else? I'm not interested in going with you."
Yang Cheng slapped his head. "Aiya, what should I do? Anxin is Hui Lin's good friend. I've already mentioned this to Hui Lin. I can't possibly tell Hui Lin that Anxin and I won't go and your sister will bring you out, right?"
Lin Ruoxi rolled her eyes at him. "I'm bringing Hui Lin to my hot spring resort. If you want to go, you'll have to drive."
Yang Cheng said seriously, "If Anxin wants to go, do I have to stop her? Well, Ruoxi baby, I'm sure you don't want to see her. "
"I can't be bothered with her. Do you think I'll care about your trivial matters?" Lin Ruoxi sneered.
Yang Cheng grinned. "I knew it. How can the great General Lin be afraid of Anxin? Let's go and have fun together."
Lin Ruoxi felt bitter, but she couldn't say it out loud. Otherwise, it would seem as if she was afraid of meeting Anxin. She snorted and walked out of the door.
Yang Cheng heaved a sigh of relief. Just now, he had a sudden idea to let his wife meet Anxin again. If they met each other more often, some of the good and bad things would make sense. Just like Mo Qianni. Wasn't she also his lover? She was fine under Lin Ruoxi's nose every day.
Although he felt sorry for Lin Ruoxi, he couldn't hurt all the other women for one woman, unless he didn't start. But that was nonsense. How could he run away? It wasn't easy to enjoy his luck with women.
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