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

Chapter 4

During Fu Jiujiu's very limited close contact with Lin Jun, Lin Jun gave him a sense of distance and a sense of indifference.

This made Fu Jiujiu not have much confidence in whether he could pass the test.

The phone was quiet for a long time, so long that Fu Jiujiu thought he would not answer, so Lin Jun said softly: "Okay."

A very short word.

After a while, he added, like an order: "You can take a vacation, but if I want you, I have to come back."

"Also," Fu Jiujiu passed the pass unexpectedly, and just as he couldn't help being complacent, he heard Lin Jun say, "Remember to come back early tomorrow morning and help me find that tie."

"Ah?" Fu Jiujiu's expression froze again before the smile could reach his eyes.

He bit his lip and looked at the ceiling, his almond eyes showed some confusion, he didn't know which song this was singing from?

"You collected it for me, you help me find it," Lin Jun heard his resistance, and said very seriously: "I will use that one."

Fu Jiujiu frowned, feeling that the tone was inexplicably familiar.

After a while, he buried his face in the pillow, his shoulders trembling with laughter.

Fu Yan, the little brother born to his stepmother, was just five years old, and his tone was the same as this when he was angry.

There are all kinds of ties in Lin Jun's family, and the number is not insignificant.

Not to mention that he didn't know which one he wanted, even if he knew, it would not be easy to find out from so many pieces in a short period of time.

He can't go.

"Other ties are also very good-looking." Fu Jiujiu coaxed him like Fu Yan: "The ones you match yourself are just as good-looking."

"Fu Jiujiu, do you know how to write the word "responsibility?" Lin Jun whispered, "Obviously you insisted on matching clothes for me."

These words were a gamble, but they rushed into Fu Jiujiu's heart hotly.

He was both surprised and stunned, his heart was numb, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

So, in this world, does Fu Jiujiu also like to match clothes for Lin Jun?

So is he.

Whenever he sees a brand new model at work, he always secretly draws what Lin Jun would wear, and matches it for him on the drawing paper.

Those sketches were so numerous that they fully occupied two large compartments of his bookcase.

"Fu Jiujiu," Lin Jun's voice was deep and his speech was very slow, word for word: "The agreed things must be done."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone directly, not giving Fu Jiujiu any chance to refute.

The driver in the front row shook his head: "Master, are you going home?"

"Did you hear that? He said he only has this one family, this heartless one." Lin Jun bit his cigarette, bitter in his mouth with anger.

The driver didn't answer.

Lin Jun took a few puffs of cigarette in silence, the black body of the cigarette was slowly burning out, and the sparks were getting closer and closer to the silver hollow filter.

"Of course this is not his home, at most it is the house left to him by his mother." He looked at Fu Jiujiu's window and said again: "Then the home he talks about can only be our home."

The driver seemed to be used to it, and he was kind and helpful: ... "Yes, master."

Lin Jun's handsome eyebrows stretched a little, and he pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray of the car, and he rubbed his forehead wearily: "Go home."

At two or three o'clock in the morning, the road was empty and quiet, and the car was driving fast on it.

In the rearview mirror, Lin Jun slightly raised his head and leaned back into the back of the chair, his brows showing some fatigue.

The driver couldn't help but shook his head again. It's common for his young master to have conflicts with his husband, but this time it seems to be especially serious.

The young master only found out that the husband had left after socializing in the middle of the night, and his eyes turned red on the spot.

It stands to reason that this matter should be told to the young master and the old lady, but the young master warned him seriously...

The driver sighed helplessly, his hair was a few gray from the two ancestors.

At six o'clock in the morning, Fu Jiujiu's phone rang again.

Probably because of the shock he received yesterday, he was still sleepy after a night of sleep.

The phone was turned on and placed on the speaker side of the pillow, with a sticky nasal voice and heavy sleepiness: "Hello~~~"

Perhaps because of waking up in the morning, Lin Jun's voice was less cold and slightly hoarse: "It's time to go."

This is a real challenge.

Fu Jiujiu was disturbed by a dream last night, and now it's happening again, no matter how good his temper is, his temper is a little bit off.

The word "roll" rolled in his throat a few times, and finally he changed his tone very rationally, and said softly, "But I'm so sleepy~~"

His ending sound is very long, with the laziness and softness of getting up in the morning, like being coquettish, and a little pitiful.

Then came the sentence: "Please, brother."

The word "Brother" made Lin Jun silent, and his fingers holding the phone tightened.

When he came back to his senses and wanted to speak again, he heard the sound of shallow and even breathing coming from the receiver.

Fu Jiujiu fell asleep?

He lowered his voice and called out tentatively, "Fu Jiujiu?"

Then called again...

His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally it became a silence.

Fu Jiujiu peeked at the phone screen, although there was no more sound, but still did not hang up the phone.

In the silence, he heard Lin Jun's breathing.

Why didn't he hang up the phone?

Fu Jiujiu was a little puzzled.

But he can't hang up himself first, otherwise Lin Jun will find that he didn't sleep at all.

The phone was left there, and the sound of breathing came faintly, other than that it was quiet.

Instead, Fu Jiujiu's spirit was suspended. He opened his eyes and stared at the screen, focusing on when Lin Jun would hang up the phone.

The phone was never hung up.

Not only that, but the breathing sound in the earpiece gradually changed its tone.

Fu Jiujiu thought he heard it wrong, he was shocked, and carefully held the phone in his hand, close to his ear.

Lin Jun's breathing gradually became heavier, and then became a little short, more and more like the short breath with emotion in the dream.

At first, Lin Jun just wanted to hear Fu Jiujiu's breathing.

The breathing was so shallow that he couldn't help but think of Fu Jiujiu's thick and soft eyelashes covering his lower eyelids when he fell asleep.

Sometimes he would open his lips slightly, and he couldn't help kissing them secretly.

and took him in his arms,

Fu Jiujiu is very bad and always hurt him.

But he still couldn't help listening to his breathing secretly, imagining that he was lying beside him, and he could be hugged in his arms as soon as he stretched out his hand.

The reason why he didn't hug him now was because he didn't reach out.

Fu Jiujiu's skin is snow-white, soft and delicate, like a piece of warm jade, with its own unique fragrance, which no one can replace.

He is not used to every day without Fu Jiujiu.

Even if only Fu Jiujiu's breathing sound is good.

The sound of breathing was very light and calm, like a feather, sweeping against his ears and heart.

He half buried his face in the quilt, where the smell of Fu Jiujiu still remained, which made him unable to help himself.

He silently and angrily chanted Fu Xiaojiu countless times in his heart, and then found that a certain part of his body was getting harder and harder.

Lin Jun's deliberately suppressed panting came from the receiver.

More like the voice in the dream, but more subdued and restrained than that.

The scorching passion quickly spread through the receiver like fire, making Fu Jiujiu both surprised and nervous.

He subconsciously bit the corner of the thin quilt, for fear that he would make any inappropriate noise.

The ends of his eyes were also tinged with a thin layer of crimson by the sound.

That voice was too sexy, every sound, because of the deliberate suppression, there was an unspeakable pain faintly.

Fu Jiujiu's fingers tightened, and the phone was tightly held in the palm, emitting scorching heat.

The scene in the dream suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, Lin Jun's muscular lines covered with thin sweat, sexy and deep voice, thick black eyelashes soaked in sweat, and the sexy jaw hanging from the mouth, will not drop transparent beads of sweat...

Vividly, frame by frame, in front of his tightly closed eyes like a revolving lantern, the limited black space was staged in turn.

The beads of sweat were scalding hot, drop by drop, they would all fall on his body in the end, making him shiver.

Fu Jiujiu couldn't help trembling for a moment, and there was a faint feeling of being bitten by teeth somewhere in his lower abdomen.

He couldn't help but reach out his hand. Although the skin was smooth and soft to the touch, he knew that there was a very small mole there, about the size of the one on the little finger of his right hand.

After an unknown amount of time, a dull hum came from the phone.

This muffled groan hit Fu Jiujiu's eardrums hard on the apex of his heart, his hands trembled in shock, and the hot phone that had already been held in his hands hit the ground with a slap.

Fu Jiujiu bit her lips nervously and annoyed, and the receiver suddenly fell silent.

After a while, Lin Jun's slightly hoarse voice came over very softly, like an air voice: "Fu Jiujiu? You haven't slept, have you?"

Fu Jiujiu stretched out his arms to fish out the phone, gritted his teeth and said nothing.

After a moment of silence, Lin Jun seemed to be relieved, his tone suddenly changed, and became a little more severe: "Fu Xiaoba? Is it you?"

Fu Xiaoba, who had already opened the door with his nose and was waiting for Fu Jiujiu to get up and take him out for fun, rushed in when he heard Lin Jun's voice calling him, and howled softly into the microphone a few times .

Lin Jun seemed to relax because it was really Fu Xiaoba, his voice was lazy and hoarse afterward, but his tone was very relaxed, he said: "Fu Xiaoba, your hearing is really good, you can hear even a small voice See you?"

What he said was very childish, Fu Jiujiu couldn't help laughing again, he tried not to laugh out loud, leaned on the pillow and shook his shoulders.

Then he heard Lin Jun say to Fu Xiaoba in a very low voice: "But be good, don't disturb Dad's rest, you understand?"

Fu Jiujiu's trembling shoulders stopped slowly, and he lay quietly on his stomach until Lin Jun hung up the phone.

Lin Jun got sticky all over.

Unexpectedly, at the age of 26, I would return to the dilemma of using traditional techniques to solve my physical needs.

It's too rough.

He leaned against the bed and thought for a while, then made a call to his assistant: "If there is anything delicious and fun, something that makes people look good, remember to push it to Fu Jiujiu."

"Yes." The assistant was already on his way to work, and he answered respectfully and concisely.

"Also," Lin Jun added: "What does his little idol want, whether it's a car or a house, let him know."

Although the assistant didn't understand what kind of stimulation his boss had received and had to explain this early in the morning, he still replied very professionally: "Yes, Mr. Lin."

Lin Jun hung up the phone, imagining how Fu Jiujiu would swipe his card, and couldn't help but smile a little.

Two dimples popped out on his cheeks, revealing a sweetness that he himself hadn't noticed.