Chapter Eighty-Three: Hold Tight
Lin Ziqing took a deep breath and quickly adjusted her mentality. What are www.biquge.info you nervous about, isn't it just a motorcycle?
Lin Ziqing calmed down and looked at the motorcycle in front of her, with a bold combination of red and black. The front of the car is full of chains, and it actually wears a skull pattern.
When the rider wearing a leather jacket took off the heavy motorcycle helmet, Lin Ziqing looked at him with wide eyes and disbelief.
"I came back a little late today and was hungry. You didn't come home either, I think you might be at the restaurant and want you to cook something for me to eat. ”
Lin Ziqing looked up at the very chic and imposing boy in front of him, although he felt bad, he was quite handsome, and looked at his watch again, "It's really late, but you can't call me, and you are dressed like this, I didn't recognize it, I just scared me to death!"
Ling Feng shook his head, frowned, and said, "I don't have your phone number!" Although I know, it wasn't you who told me.
"Alright, let's go back together. Oh, and my phone you can call. The corners of Lin Ziqing's mouth hooked a smile, without my phone number, who are you fooling.
"Really!" the corners of Ling Feng's mouth raised a beautiful upward arc.
Lin Ziqing nodded.
Ling Feng smiled with satisfaction and reached out to straighten the scarf she had just dropped.
"Can your bicycle be folded?" Ling Feng asked in a low voice, his own bike could not be folded, but he was not sure if this was a folding bicycle in front of him?
In fact, the folding car was invented a hundred years ago, and it was already produced perfectly in the 80s. For the sake of convenience and trouble, Lin Ziqing will of course buy a folding car.
"Yes, but how do you put it behind your body, do you have a rope?"
"Bring it, leave it to me!"
When all this was taken care of, he walked over to her, "Come, now take my car and go back together!"
Lin Ziqing raised her head and met Ling Feng's eyes, but did not respond. She finally saw his eyes, and in this light, there was only a trace of distance between them.
He is much taller than her, Lin Ziqing looked up from the bottom, and he could see that the tails of his eyes were flying obliquely, and the whites of his eyes were distinct, very clear and bright.
Lin Ziqing thought to herself, with such clear eyes, and the kind of cold eyes that I noticed before, which temperament is the real him, this kind of man with peach blossom eyes should not be loyal and honest! No wonder there are too many women!
Ling Feng looked at Lin Ziqing, who was staring at him in a daze, and suddenly felt that the little person in front of him should hold her hand tightly, take her into his arms, and protect her well.
He smiled at her and held out his hand.
Lin Ziqing stretched out her hand, her fingers were very beautiful, slender fingers. The fingers are not rounded, but with a little point, and the skin is very white, which is naturally fair, and it is particularly good-looking.
Gently holding her hand in the palm of her hand, it feels cold to the touch, and there are thin calluses between her fingers, which should be the reason for practicing martial arts and cooking all year round.
Ling Feng bent down and put her hand on the back of his neck, seeing her suddenly widening eyes, the corners of his mouth overflowed with a smile, and he hugged Lin Ziqing in one fell swoop.
He hugged her and walked over to his Harley, carefully placing her in the back seat of the car.
After coming back to her senses, Lin Ziqing sat down, and thought to herself: It turns out that this boy is like this.
There is indifference, there is sunshine, and there is more passion and uninhibited, with the breath of youth, which is a combination of contradictions.
"Sit down, I'm going to get in the car. With that, he took his helmet off the handlebar, put it on his head, and prepared to start.
Although the back seat of this Harley was very high, Lin Ziqing was practicing martial arts after all, and she quickly got used to it, her hands held the back seat and did not touch Ling Feng's body.
"Give me my hand!" Without waiting for Lin Ziqing to agree, Ling Feng grabbed her with one hand and put it on his waist.
"Hold it tight, hands!"
"I won't be afraid, that's enough!" Lin Ziqing blinked.
"Lin Ziqing!" Ling Feng went crazy.
"Huh?" Lin Ziqing thought to himself, this was the first time he had called his name completely, how did he greet me when he saw me before?
Ling Feng took off the helmet, he held the helmet and turned his head very weakly and asked, "Am I looking like a bad guy in your eyes?"
"Hah!" Lin Ziqing smiled.
"Hold it, this isn't your bike after all!" Ling Feng put on his helmet again and started.
What else can I do? That's all for the sake of it, and of course Lin Ziqing knows that he is not a bad person. She's just, a bit of a big woman's complicated mind.
Lin Ziqing honestly hugged his waist and didn't speak again.
When the two of them returned to the downstairs of the residence, Lin Ziqing was so cold that her teeth chattered.
Looking at Ling Feng, who was fine after getting out of the car, Lin Ziqing glared at him a little painfully, just to let her hug him tighter, she drove the car so fast that her hat almost flew away, but she was cold.
Ling Feng took advantage of this time to hold her in his arms, "Aren't you practicing martial arts?" I didn't expect you to be afraid of the cold, I'll give you warmth!"
"Thank you so much for today...... It's late, you should go home early and rest!" Lin Ziqing got out of his arms and said coldly.
"Don't mind, I'm really hungry!" Ling Feng immediately took off his helmet.
"You deserve to die of hunger, you go home and eat instant noodles!" Lin Ziqing ignored him, turned around and walked towards the corridor.
"No, I was wrong!" Ling Feng pulled out the car keys and hurriedly followed her.
Lin Ziqing took out the key to open the door of the house, turned on the light in the porch, and Ling Feng behind her was looking at her with a pitiful look. Lin Ziqing suddenly noticed that he was a little "erha", and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
"Come in, and go back to yourself when you're done. ”
"Okay!" Afraid that Lin Ziqing would regret it, he immediately flashed into the door and found the pair of slippers he wore to change into.
Lin Ziqing shook her head lightly and smiled again.
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Night.
A man sat on a wicker chair by the window, quietly looking out the window, with a picture frame in his hand. The boy inside had a flat head, bronzed skin, starry eyebrows, pure eyes, and a neat mouthful of white teeth with a smile.
If Ling Hao was there, he would definitely wonder when he had such a photo, and why it was in his hands.
He sat quietly as if his soul had died.
In the darkness, only a man's voice was heard, and it was low but magnetic, very nice.
"Uncle Zhong, I didn't let the Ling family's dinner turn into a funeral banquet last time, and now I found out that the stepdaughter of the Ling family can't stay, this matter is left to you, and you have to do it cleanly!"
A black shadow stood behind the man who said this, quietly listening to the command.
"Go for it". There seemed to be a hint of exhaustion in the man's voice.
The door opened softly, and the shadow disappeared in an instant.
The man got up from the wicker chair and turned around. The moonlight shone on his face, and it was that beautiful face. (To be continued.) )