I became popular after dressing as the boss's ex-wife

Chapter 61

Lin Jun looked at him quietly for a moment, then finally grabbed his wrist, pulled his hand down, and pressed it to his side.

"Of course I want to remarry," he looked at him with deep eyes, "but I want to know why you suddenly changed your mind."

Fu Jiujiu's lips moved, but he didn't speak for a while.

Lin Jun asked again, "Did something happen to you?"

Because something happened, I depended on him, needed his arms, and wanted to find a sense of security.

"No matter what, don't be afraid." Lin Jun said.

"No." Fu Jiujiu became anxious, raised her head and kissed his chin: "It's not what you think, I want to remarry, not because of anything else, but because I love you."

"I love you, brother," Fu Jiujiu said, "It has never changed."

Not "like," but "love."

Lin Jun looked down at him, his eyes were dark, as if he was hiding something.

After a while, he rolled his Adam's apple, then slowly lowered his head, and kissed Fu Jiujiu's lips.

It was a very gentle touch of lips and tongues.

The kiss was very short, because soon he raised his eyes again to see Fu Jiujiu's expression, as if he couldn't confirm it.

Fu Jiujiu didn't dare to close his eyes, his eyes looked at him without blinking, longing and eager.

Like desperately needing him and his kisses.

Lin Jun's eyes finally softened, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously.

He bent his head down to kiss him again.

This time the kiss was much more direct and fierce.

Fu Jiujiu's lips were itchy and painful from being sucked and bitten, and the touch of lips and tongue was full of occupation and demand that had been suppressed for a long time.

Lin Jun pressed him on the sofa with a little force, making him almost unable to move.

Fu Jiujiu could feel the slightly higher body temperature on his body, which was evaporating him through the thin shirt, making his mouth dry and almost unable to breathe.

His heart was beating faster and faster, eager for him just as desperately.

It wasn't until being hugged by him with his legs hooked that Fu Jiujiu buried his hot cheeks into his neck.

There was a faint smell of tobacco on Lin Jun's body, and it penetrated into his nasal cavity.

Fu Jiujiu wrapped his legs around his waist, feeling his heart hitting his chest, which made him flustered.

"Brother," he said, rubbing his lips against the hot skin of his neck, a little nervous and flustered: "My heart beats so fast."

Lin Jun seemed to be smiling, and while going up the stairs, he put his hand into the hem of his shirt, and walked up inch by inch: "I'll touch it."

Not knowing where that hand touched, Fu Jiujiu trembled slightly as he leaned over him, making a trembling nasal sound.

A pair of legs clenched his waist even more helplessly.

Lin Jun carried him into the master bedroom and put him on the bed. Fu Jiujiu felt dazed that the quilt was very familiar, and it seemed to be the one that Lin Jun said was dirty when he stayed overnight with him.

But he didn't have time to look or think too much, because in the next second, someone pinched his chin and straightened his face, and then his lips were kissed.

He is immersed in his kiss, forehead, eyes, nose tip, lips...

Nowhere was spared.

All the clothes on his body were removed, and he raised his wet eyes to look at him.

Lin Jun leaned over to wrap his hair up, lowered his head and kissed his eyes.

Contrary to Fu Jiujiu, his clothes are still completely on his body, when looking down at him, there is a faint feeling of extreme restraint and abstinence.

That made Fu Jiujiu's heart almost explode into fireworks, and he flew up to the clouds, his heart and eyes couldn't hold anything else, except him.

He reached out to touch his cheek, and slowly moved his fingers down against his hot skin.

But soon, Lin Jun held his wrists and fixed them on both sides of his head. He clasped his fingers with him, his voice was low and hoarse, his brows were furrowed impatiently, and he looked extremely sexy: "Don't worry, you haven't been in a long time... , it will hurt."

Fu Jiujiu bit her lips tightly, as if she didn't remember that she was a virgin, she turned her head and kissed his wrist that was pressing her palm.

Lin Jun's breathing was out of rhythm, and he lowered his head and bit his cheek lightly as if to vent his anger.

Immediately, he pressed the almost perfect body under him.

The soft touch, the white and pink skin, the moist eyes full of trust and longing, and the bright red lips kissed, every part is the warmest invitation.

That was the person he loved the most, he couldn't bear it!

The two tossed until midnight, but the tears on Fu Jiujiu's cheeks were still wet, and his legs were sore and swollen because of a certain posture.

He really felt what pain is, all kinds of pain, and pain everywhere.

It's both refreshing and painful.

After finally coming to an end, he curled up sideways in his arms, his eyelashes gently resting on his eyelids, looking like a snow-white, tired and pitiful cat.

Lin Jun looked down at him, the kisses fell on his nose and the corners of his mouth like raindrops, it was not enough.

He felt that Fu Jiujiu looked so pitiful, but also so cute, and his heart was super soft.

But the softer the heart is, the harder the stone will be in a certain place.

"Brother," Fu Jiujiu crossed his legs and put his palms on his strong muscles: "You are in good shape."

During the filming of NF, he wanted to say something when he was changing his clothes, and now he finally said it shamelessly.

After he finished speaking, he pursed his lips and smiled, then raised his head slightly, and pressed his lips on Lin Jun's chest.

Satisfied as hell.

Nobody likes being complimented by a loved one.

Lin Jun pressed him into his arms, stroked his painful area, and whispered in his ear softly, "It's still early."

Fu Jiujiu raised his face to look at him, and said almost breathlessly, "I still want it, but it hurts."

Lin Jun turned over and put him in his arms, Fu Jiujiu raised his head and kissed his lips, very serious.

Although there was pain, the strange thing was that the pain brought him a very strong sense of security.

Lin Jun's eyes drooped a little, like a bottomless sea.

He bowed his head and kissed him, just like his movements, very gentle, but his voice was not as calm as on the surface: "Just get it out of the way."

Fu Jiujiu was very brave when he was provocative, but he was terribly cowardly when he couldn't help crying and wanted to run away.

I can only bear it when someone presses my waist and pulls me back.

It trembled and became soft, like a puddle of water, being held in the palm of someone's hand.

They only slept for a while, and it was dawn.

Before falling asleep, Lin Jun pressed his big palm on his waist.

The palms are hot and ironed, and the thin cocoons make people feel safe.

It's just that the hand didn't sit still for too long, so it moved to the bottom of his navel again, lingering on the small light brown mole.

There were mottled tooth marks there, and Fu Jiujiu once suspected that Lin Jun would really bite him off.

But fortunately, no.

Fu Jiujiu's eyelids gradually became heavy, and he vaguely heard Lin Jun say, "I will send someone to bring your things here tomorrow."

He suddenly remembered that there was one more question he hadn't asked, so he forced his eyes open: "Then we are remarried?"

He was so tired that all he could make was breath sounds.

The snuggling chest trembled slightly, and a gentle kiss fell on his eyes, and the man said softly, "Yes."

Said again: "Sleep."

The morning sun was very good, and it came in through the thin window screens. Fu Jiujiu touched his side in a daze, half of the bed was already empty.

He opened his eyes in a panic, thinking that everything last night was just a dream of his own.

But the soreness coming from all over the body was so real that he slowly calmed down.

He lifted the thin quilt and wanted to get up, only to realize that he didn't have his clothes.

Under the bright light, the snow-white skin was mottled with bruises, and there were even finger marks on the ankles and waist.

Fu Jiujiu buried herself under the quilt again in fear, only quietly showing her eyes.

At that time, Lin Jun was so fierce, he couldn't understand at all, how could he have the courage to take the initiative to tease him again after experiencing it once.

The door was gently opened from the outside, and Lin Jun walked in lightly.

Holding a set of clean clothes in his arms.

Fu Jiujiu hurriedly closed his eyes, leaving only a gap, watching him sneaking closer to the bed.

He stood by the bed for a moment, looking down at him, then bent down to put the neatly folded clothes beside the pillow.

But he bent down and didn't get up again, but set his eyes on the small half of Fu Jiujiu's face exposed outside the quilt.

A pair of obsidian-like eyes seemed to fall into the stars, shining with brilliance, full of joy and cherishment.

Then he leaned down, pressed a kiss on his forehead, smiled and said, "Stop pretending, your eyelashes are going to fly."

Fu Jiujiu had to open his eyes.

Cheeks slowly flushed.

Meeting Lin Jun's beautiful eyebrows, she immediately understood why she wanted to tease him for the second time last night.

Because he wants to die a little bit now.

He turned sideways, and pillowed his soft cheek on the back of Lin Jun's hand that was on the side of his head.

Look up at him.

Lin Jun, who has been washed and refreshed, is so beautiful and clean, and it just grows on the crest of Fu Jiujiu's aesthetic wave map.

But compared to these, his love and tolerance for him and the sense of security he gave him are the most important, and no one can replace them.

Fu Jiujiu lacks love very much, and in many cases he thought it would be the same without those things.

But it turned out not to be, because he knew better than at this moment that he had no sense of security when there was no love, so he would unconsciously resist all warmth.

Resist to get, also resist to give.

But now, the sense of security that had been missing in his heart for many years returned.

He wants love, wants lots and lots of love, and wants to give love, and gives lots and lots of love.

Because it makes him down-to-earth, makes him happy, and makes him brave.

"Brother." He raised his arms, wrapped them around his neck, and pulled him down a little.

Lin Jun has a very light forest smell and a very refreshing mint smell, which will make you feel refreshed when you smell it.

He is no longer afraid to reveal his true heart.

"En." Lin Jun responded to him gently, laying his palms flat on his side, reaching into the quilt, and pressing him into his arms.

"Brother," Fu Jiujiu called him again: "Are you still angry?"

"What do you think?" Lin Jun pressed the tip of his nose against his nose: "When will I be angry with you for more than three days?"

Fu Jiujiu's hair was a bit disheveled and fried, and Lin's face was even smaller.

Lin Jun stretched out his hand to cut his forehead hair, then lowered his voice a little: "But I will be sad."

Fu Jiujiu was silent for a moment, leaned over to kiss him, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

He asked him again: "Have you ever noticed in the comics, when riding the wind and drawing the sword, does that posture look familiar?"

Lin Jun thought for a moment.

That posture doesn't appear much, but before each battle, he would hold the handle of the blade, and when drawing the knife out of its sheath, his body would lean back slightly and his knees would bend slightly.

It was a powerful pose, like... a tennis serve?

Fu Jiujiu felt the arm around his waist tighten suddenly, knowing that he had guessed it.

He smiled at him, and turned his head a little embarrassedly: "You guessed it right, it's like a tennis serve."

Lin Jun looked at him, his eyes were deep and dark, but they seemed to be on fire, fierce and turbulent.

He squeezed his chin to make him look at him.

Fu Jiujiu pursed his lips, then kissed him, and said softly: "I drew it based on you, you give me the same feeling as him, like fire, but pure and clean..."

Fu Jiujiu was too embarrassed to continue talking, so she pursed her lips and smiled.

The corners of Lin Jun's lips were flattened, his eyes blinked, and his eyes were slightly reddened by disbelief and infinite surprise: "Then why do you..."

"Because I don't remember why we divorced, I thought you didn't want me." Fu Jiujiu looked at him, his eyelashes slowly becoming wet: "I'm afraid that if you know that I am the author, you will see the original intention of my painting, I'm afraid You will think that I am sentimental, I am afraid that I will humble myself to the ground in front of you, I am afraid that I will be embarrassed to see you in the future, I am afraid..."

Fu Jiujiu was afraid of many things, but Lin Jun kissed him hard before letting him finish.

This kiss was even more intense than yesterday, with the emotion of breaking the embankment, teeth hit teeth, and the smell of blood spread in the mouth, but no one wanted to stop it.

So this is love, Fu Jiujiu thought.

At the age of 24, Fu Jiujiu gained and understood love.

When he was very short of love, he once thought that the love that was lacking there would one day be replenished elsewhere.

At that time, he was full of yearning for love, believing that one day he would have his own lover, his own family, and someone would love and take care of him.

But later, after knowing the truth about his parents' divorce, he no longer had such thoughts.

I just feel that feelings are hypocritical, fickle, and ugly...

From childhood to adulthood, the age of 17 was a fork point. He thought he would take a completely different path, but in fact, his life magically came back.

Many scenes of getting along with Lin Jun flashed before his eyes, and those scenes ran fast.

But for some reason, among so many things, he remembered the snowy day most clearly.

In the snowy cemetery, he squatted down in front of him, and carefully wiped the snow from his clothes with his eyes down.

Apart from the love between lovers, that kind of love is also like a father's love. It should have been out of reach for him, but it became within reach because of him.

Perhaps from that moment on, he had let go of some things, truly understood and gained love.

But then he still lacked a little courage, and now, he lacks nothing.

When he was the loneliest and most neglected teenager, those beautiful imaginations about love, for example, another person would love him well, etc., at the age of 24, it came true.

The author has something to say: Congratulations to Jiu'er on the road of love, finally seeing the "sun" behind the clouds, cough...

It’s been two days since I moved, I’m still moving, I’m so tired, QAQ

感谢在2020-09-1119:50:50~2020-09-1319:13:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!