How to Easily Capture a Long Aotian [Quick Transmigration] 84

Chapter 84: The Little Follower of the Wealthy Young Master (Part 5)

Louis was a well-mannered and sharp blond. After understanding Chu Qiuwang’s hint, in thirty seconds, he had been able to arrange for his own heartbreak.

“Okay, Chu. I’ll listen to you.” The heartbroken Louis had a sad expression, and his pair of extremely charming green eyes swept over and landed on the white railing at the edge of the court.

He had gone over Zhao Yanjing’s deeds in his mind, and remembering the other’s methods, his beloved was suddenly not so fragrant anymore.

He began to suggest, “Why don’t we go and relax? How about we go to Lanfeng Mountain? Yang invited me to camp yesterday.”

Yang Zun was the young master of Jinnan Real Estate. He loved to play and knew how to play. A few years ago, when they were talking about business, he and Louis had been in cahoots, and they had hit it off, and they had made a lot of money. After that, when Louis had come to Mingcheng, he had often been entertained by him.

The terrain of Lanfeng Mountain was special, and the mountain road wound around in circles. To say it was camping was more like racing. Chu Qiuwang glanced at him and raised his eyebrows. “Okay. I’m fine with anything.”

He had a project in the hands of the blond, and it was not a difficult matter to play with him. After he had agreed, he turned to look at Yu Lin.

Yu Lin was standing on the side. Hearing him agree, his cold and distant eyes lifted slightly to look at him. Chu Qiuwang looked at him, and for once, he felt guilty. “Shall I take you back first?”

Yu Lin had been under Zhao Yanjing’s care for these few years and had been less and less in public. He also did not see him often, but Chu Qiuwang remembered that Yu Lin had also been arrogant and full of spirit in the past.

They had grown up together, and Chu Qiuwang had witnessed the two of them come this far step by step. Sometimes, he had also felt that Zhao Yanjing was too careful, but thinking of Yu Lin’s state when the incident had happened, and Zhao Yanjing’s madness, he could not say much.

Usually, when Zhao Yanjing was not at home, he would take Yu Lin out to play whenever he had time. With him around, Zhao Yanjing could be a little more at ease.

But he definitely could not take him to Lanfeng Mountain to race. If Zhao Yanjing found out, he would skin him alive.

While Chu Qiuwang was hesitating, Louis was standing on the side with a smile, and he asked with confusion, “What’s wrong? Let’s go together. Lin, Lanfeng Mountain is fun.”

He winked at Yu Lin with his green eyes, pretending to be charming.

The corner of Chu Qiuwang’s mouth twitched slightly, and he turned to look at him. “You shut up first. Don’t tempt him.”

Louis blinked and closed his mouth with confusion. “Oh.”

It was just the beginning of summer, and the temperature on Lanfeng Mountain was a little lower than outside. Yang Zun and his group were already playing.

A few eye-catching supercars were randomly piled on the empty ground. They were fully equipped and had gone into the mountain as soon as they had arrived. At this moment, they had just come back, and their legs were stained with the damp water vapor of the mountain.

Seeing Chu Qiuwang and his group come over, Yang Zun raised his eyebrows and smiled with his eyes curved. “What’s wrong? You know I have good food here, and you’re here to freeload?”

He looked up and saw the blond. “Oh, it’s you.”

He turned his head again and saw Yu Lin. After a moment of silence, he let out a light hiss. “What wind blew you here?”

He lowered his voice. “Does Zhao Yanjing know?”

After he finished, and seeing that the other person was just silent, he immediately understood, and his voice was full of excitement and sympathy. “Play, play as much as you want. You’re already here. I’ll definitely have to treat you well today.”

He kicked the thin and tall, delicate young man who was following behind him. “Go and make something delicious for your Brother Lin.”

The young man was a little shy, and he nodded, and he left with the ingredients in his hand.

Yang Zun and his group were talking and laughing as they walked towards the tent. The mountain breeze was blowing, and the insects and birds were chirping.

Yu Lin was walking in the middle of the group, not particularly special, nor did he seem out of place, as if it had always been like this.

Although he was Zhao Yanjing’s person, he had grown up by their side since he was a child, and he had been very outstanding at a young age. He had been supported by Zhao Yanjing and had killed in all directions. This circle of theirs was both chaotic and simple, and it was always the same few people.

For those they recognized, they would not change.

The mountain air was deep and cold. Yu Lin ate something and began to get sleepy. He went to the tent to sleep. He closed his eyes and listened to the lively sounds outside, and the clamor of people was drowned in the mountain forest.

The group of them had played for a while, and he didn’t know who had suggested it first, but they couldn’t help but run out to race, and they had left someone at the camp to watch over Yu Lin.

Yu Lin was asleep. His body had not been very good in these few years, and he would get a little sleepy after playing for a while.

It was cold in the mountains. He was sleeping, and in the middle of it, the delicate young man had come over once and had given him an extra blanket. He was holding the blanket, and he was sleeping soundly. His body was against the side of the tent, and his hands and feet were a little cold.

The sky was gradually darkening, and an orange sunset was hanging at the end of the sky. Zhao Yanjing did not pay any attention to the shy young man who was sitting by the tent and was looking at him at a loss. He opened the tent and saw this scene when he came in.

Half of Yu Lin’s face was buried in the blanket, and his hair was fluffy. His knuckles were long and slender, and they were resting on the side of his cheek, and his cheeks were flushed from sleep.

He was wearing a shirt and trousers, and his waist was very thin, and his legs were very long. He had to bend them a little and press them by the blanket.

Zhao Yanjing lowered his eyes and saw his closed eyes, and his lips were pressed lightly together, and he was not sleeping comfortably. He frowned, walked over and touched him, and he felt a coldness.

Zhao Yanjing had just returned from a conference in Rongcheng, and there was still a little hair gel on his hair. He was half-kneeling in the tent, and the light and shadow made his features look three-dimensional and deep, and his eyes were cold.

His eyelids moved, and his gaze fell on Yu Lin, and that little bit of coldness dissipated. He took off his jacket, and his fingers rested lightly on the side of Yu Lin’s body. After a pause, he turned to his side and lay down, and with a slight force, he held Yu Lin in his arms.

Zhao Yanjing’s body temperature was high, and compared to Yu Lin’s coldness, he was as warm as a small stove.

Yu Lin was held by him, and the tip of his nose was against his chest. He first smelled a faint smell of cologne, and after a pause, his chin unconsciously nuzzled Zhao Yanjing’s body.

He was not yet awake, but his body had already recognized him. Zhao Yanjing’s kiss fell in the darkness. He lifted his head slightly, and his lips lightly touched Zhao Yanjing’s lips.

The two lips were gently rubbing and kissing in the darkness.

“Zhao Yanjing, you’re back.” After a moment, Yu Lin was a little more awake. He raised his eyes slightly, and his eyelashes brushed against Zhao Yanjing’s neck, and he asked in a hoarse voice.

Zhao Yanjing let out a light “en,” and he held him, and he reached out and held his cold fingers and rubbed them, and he pecked his lips lightly, and he coaxed him in a low voice, “It’s fine. I’ll be with you. Go back to sleep.”

Yu Lin was extremely sleepy and was buried in his arms. His beautiful eyes opened slightly, and when he heard his words, he slowly lowered his head, and after thinking for a moment, he nodded slowly and continued to sleep in Zhao Yanjing’s arms.

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Chu Qiuwang and his group only realized that something was wrong when they came back from racing.

Especially Chu Qiuwang, who found that there was a car in his good parking spot. This car was stuck in his parking spot, and the black body of the car looked low-key, but in fact, it exuded an arrogant meaning everywhere.

Although Zhao Yanjing was low-key when he traveled, few of them did not recognize this car.

He immediately realized that, damn it, Zhao Yanjing was not playing by the rules and had come back early.

Yang Zun, this bastard, had reacted the fastest. Before he had even gotten close, he had turned his head and had left. “I have something to do at home. You guys can play first.”

He had secretly joined in the fun, but to be so wild in the mountains with his wife, who was not in good health, in front of Zhao Yanjing, he just loved to play, and he was not looking to die.

This kind of thunder had to be blocked by a real childhood friend like Chu Qiuwang.

Yang Zun had become a spirit in these few years. Before Chu Qiuwang could finish a sentence, he had gotten into his car and had run away. The people he had brought with him had seen that the situation was not right, and they had all run away, and only a few who did not understand were left.

“What’s wrong?” Someone who had come to play and did not know the inside story asked with confusion, “What happened? Why did Brother Yang suddenly leave?”

A very small number of insiders who had a project in Zhao Yanjing’s hands and could not just run away: “…”

He glanced at the car parked in Chu Qiuwang’s parking spot, and he could only smile bitterly. He went to the camp with a dusty face and sat down, thinking about how to wrap things up.

Yu Lin had woken up from a nap, and he was in good spirits. Zhao Yanjing was still sleeping. The man had his eyes closed, and his eyelashes were very long.

Zhao Yanjing was originally the kind of person who would use all his energy to build his business empire. Love was not a necessity for him, so Mrs. Chen had often worried about him when he was a child, and she was afraid that he would be lonely for his entire life.

Because of this, although he had later chosen Yu Lin, when she had seen his cold and thin attitude towards others, Mrs. Chen had also sincerely sent her blessings.

More than ten years had passed in a flash. The companionship that an ordinary person could not achieve in their entire life, Zhao Yanjing had recognized and had seized since he was a child. This life could be said to be complete.

Even his childhood friend, Chu Qiuwang, had sighed more than once, “How can his fate be so good? He didn’t even have any hair at that time, and he knew that Lin Lin was his wife? He just took him in his arms and took him away. It’s so outrageous.”

To this, Zhao Yanjing had never made a comment.

He had had a steady personality since he was a child, and he would do things without a sound. He would do things in a muffled voice, and he would remember a sentence that his grandfather had said: Keep your good luck to yourself. Don’t say it out loud.

In the past, he had given Yu Lin power and status, and he had supported him to move up, but he would not say it. Now, he was hiding him and cherishing him, and he would also not say it.

Zhao Yanjing felt the person in his arms move slightly, and his eyelids moved. His long and thick eyelashes opened, like a small brush.

He looked at Yu Lin in the dark night, and his voice was clear and hoarse, but he was very awake, and there was no nasal tone. “You’re awake? Did you sleep well?”

“En.” Yu Lin nodded. His usually cold and distant eyes were gentle and soft when he was facing Zhao Yanjing. His cheek rested on Zhao Yanjing’s arm, and he nuzzled it lightly. “I slept well.”

He asked, “Are you done with your work? Do you want to rest?”

“I’m done. I can rest for a while.” Zhao Yanjing’s fingers lifted, and they threaded through his hair and ruffled it. He then lifted his watch and looked at the time, and he said to him, “It’s eight o’clock.”

“Hmm?” Yu Lin blinked, and his voice had a little bit of a nasal tone. “What’s wrong with eight o’clock?”

Zhuang Ningyu looked at him, let out a low laugh, and his eyes curved. A deep crease appeared on his eyelids. He said, “Who was it that said they liked the starry sky and the sunrise?”

Hearing this, Yu Lin was stunned for a moment, and he supported himself on the blanket and sat up. He smiled with his eyes curved, and he looked down at Zhao Yanjing, and he said in a hoarse voice, “Me.”

The two of them had both slept for a while, and they were a little lazy when they woke up.

Yu Lin was so sleepy that his body was soft, and he didn’t want to move. He leaned against the tent lightly. Zhao Yanjing was half-kneeling and was kneading his legs for a while.

“Is it comfortable?” His long and slender fingers were on the young man’s calf, and he was using a little force, and the person was frowning slightly. Zhao Yanjing’s voice was low and hoarse, and he was asking while he was serving.

In fact, the force of his hands was moderate, and it was sore and numb, and it was very comfortable. But Zhao Yanjing was asking and kneading him, and it felt very strange. Yu Lin pressed his lips together, and his light and cold eyes turned slightly red.

He was very obedient in front of him. Zhao Yanjing was kneading Yu Lin’s legs while he was thinking to himself.

He didn’t look at all like he was disobedient. He had dared to block him in the past, and now he was even treating his words as if they were nothing, and he would slip away as he pleased.

When Zhao Yanjing had rushed over, he had been full of anger, and he had only wanted to find someone to settle accounts with.

After he had held him and had slept for a while, and he had looked at him like this, that little bit of anger had suddenly dissipated.

He looked at Yu Lin, and the force of his hands was gentle and moderate, and even he himself did not know how he had become like this today.

Yu Lin lowered his eyes to look at him, and his fingers lifted slightly, and he gently pinched his ear, and he did not leave, and he gently rubbed his cheek. “Zhao Yanjing, are you angry?”

“No.” Zhao Yanjing said placidly.

After a pause, he raised his hand, and he held the fingers that were resting on the side of his ear, and he used a little force, and he bit the tip of Yu Lin’s finger.