Last night was too ruthless, and Lin Zijia is a little weak now.

It's just that looking at Su Baixi's face, there doesn't seem to be anything unhappy, but Lin Zijia still didn't relax, looking her up and down.

"Wife?"

Su Baixi took the chopsticks, tasted them, and said simply, "It's still hot?"

"Yes, I let people wrap it, and I didn't stop on the way," Lin Zijia pulled out a chair and sat next to her, next to each other, with one hand on her knee and one arm supporting her chin, staring at her intently, "Is it delicious?"

The atmosphere of the restaurant somehow became ambiguous.

Lin Zijia's smile was too bright for a normal woman to parry, Su Baixi only glanced at it, and then withdrew his gaze.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Not really."

"Liar," Lin Zijia grabbed her hand and naturally kissed the back of her hand, "You are obviously absent-minded, what happened?"

Before she could speak first, Lin Zijia made her own guess: "Is it because of Yu Lin? I'll take care of it for you."

Originally, Su Baixi didn't plan to tell him about going to a psychiatrist, but he didn't know how to prevaricate in the past, so he was better and threw out the reason first.

Su Baixi went down his topic and said, "You will solve it?"

"Well," Lin Zijia said, "don't worry, didn't I say that? Everything is up to me, whatever you want to do, just do it."

Su Baixi got this promise.

If she heard it before, she actually didn't take it seriously subconsciously, because her inner vigilance made her not believe Lin Zijia's words, and now she is still like this, but she can react immediately-

She did subconsciously ignore it.

She never intended to believe Lin Zijia.

"I can do whatever I want?" She asked.

"Yes," Lin Zijia didn't know what she was thinking in her heart, and replied to her as usual, her voice lowered, "Anything is fine."

Su Baixi suddenly tilted his head and asked, "It's okay to get you into the bureau?"

"It's not the first time you've been brought in," he smiled wryly, pointing out, "The last time I was brought in for tea by you, it was because you wanted to get that project and gain a foothold in the Su clan."

Su Baixi remembered, it was indeed the case.

But she still said, "I have to do it, if I don't plan for myself, I will have nothing."

"So I didn't blame you, I just said you have no conscience." He laughs.

Su Baixi: "Isn't that the same meaning?"

"It's not."

Lin Zijia denied this, but he didn't continue to explain, like a thief who hid a secret, trying to preserve his last bit of dignity.

Su Baixi didn't care about him, but said, "Then it's troublesome for you."

This "trouble" is very straightforward, but after Lin Zijia heard it, he felt a wave of joy in his heart, and even felt that he should do these things for her.

Lin Zijia has always felt that Su Baixi is very powerful, her words and deeds are shallow and casual, but she can provoke his heartstrings and make him lose control, and she is like a kitten's claws, scratching on the tip of her heart.

Obviously unharmed, but it's just itching.

He lowered his eyes and whispered, "Wife, I'm getting better, becoming what you like."

"I saw it," Su Baixi acknowledged his change, "It's changed a lot."

"Are you happy, then?"

Su Baixi was not very happy, because she subconsciously felt that what Lin Zijia had become had nothing to do with her.

But she still nodded indifferently and gave a sweet date: "It's good."

Lin Zijia was really encouraged, like a motivated child, and continued to ask, "Then are you satisfied?"

Su Baixi did not answer positively, but raised his eyes, his gaze was calm and unwavering.

Just stared at him.

Silent.

So, a few seconds

After the bell, Lin Zijia took the initiative to lower his eyes and said, "I was wrong, I don't ask this."

Su Baixi retracted his gaze before asking, "What about the box I got back abroad that day?" It's not in the bag."

Lin Zijia refused to admit it: "I didn't see it."

"You'd better not lie," Su Baixi said lightly, "I hate it when people lie to me the most."

In just a few words, it is like thousands of ants crawling quickly through the heart, devouring flesh and blood, which is unbearable.

Lin Zijia didn't care about her before, whatever she thought, anyway, he was happy, but now it's not the same as before, he likes Su Baixi, but he likes her way, which makes Su Baixi's experience extremely poor, she fed this back to him, and he had to make a change.

The struggle is too obvious.

Hesitated between confessing or continuing to conceal the option, and finally, when Su Baixi put down his chopsticks, he panicked in his heart.

The panic was too deep.

made him feel that Su Baixi's words and deeds, even if it was a simple action, made him care about and attach importance to it so much.

He was afraid that Su Baixi would lose her temper, that she would be angry, and that she would turn around and leave.

It's just that as Lin Zijia, the unruliness in his bones makes him restrained, and he may still have some face, so he is silent, but a pair of eyes have been fixed on her, and he hasn't left for a second.

Su Baixi got up and wanted to leave.

"Where?"

Lin Zijia then stood up and blurted out, "Don't you want me for a box?"

Su Baixi paused.

But for only two seconds, she continued to walk outside.

Lin Zijia's eyes were slightly red, she quickly chased after her, grabbed her arm, and quickly admitted her mistake: "I took it, I took the box, I don't like you to keep other people's things, I can give you whatever you want, I don't think the box is pleasing to the eye, so I took it."

"You think I'm mad at you because you stole the box?" Su Baixi turned around and looked at him.

Lin Zijia was a little stunned, and didn't know why: "Isn't it?"

Su Baixi whispered softly and said, "That's not right."

He panicked again, "What's that?"

Su Baixi was silent.

Lin Zijia could only guess for himself, "You don't like me touching Chen Yuan's things?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

Lin Zijia stubbornly knew that he had guessed wrong, so he said, "You don't like me to rummage through your bag?"

Her face was slightly cold.

Lin Zijia's throat rolled, and the moment she shook off his hand, he knelt down in a hurry.

Caught with one's pants down.

Su Baixi frowned: "It doesn't hurt?"

"It hurts," Lin Zijia clutched her legs, "I didn't stand firm just now, and my legs are weak."

may be too sincere, Su Baixi is embarrassed to bother with him, she has to speak, "Do you know what I hate?"

The conversation just now still echoes in my ears.

As if he had received a hint, Lin Zijia lowered his eyes and said in a muffled voice, "Lie, you hate that others lie to you."

"And then?"

Lin Zijia replied obediently, "Not next time, wife."

Su Baixi bent down, leaned to the side of his cheek, kissed his thin lips, and said encouragingly, "I only forgive you this time."

He was dizzy by the kiss, and only the sentence she was left in his mind.

He nodded, holding her cheek and deepening the kiss, "Okay."