BSI Chapter 89 Lin Zhou feigns ignorance: Qilin? I don't recognize it, it's probably a handsom
Chapter 89 Lin Zhou feigns ignorance: Qilin? I don't recognize it, it's probably a handsom
"You...reward me?"
Lin Zhou felt as if he had been hit on the head with a club, and his head was buzzing.
This happiness came too suddenly, like a tornado, sweeping away his last remaining rationality. Looking at the stunningly beautiful face so close to him, with its slightly parted red lips, his throat tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out and embrace that slender waist.
But he stopped abruptly halfway through reaching out his hand.
Not right.
Something is very, very wrong.
Who is Su Qingge? She's a glamorous diva so aloof she could freeze the air conditioner, a proud and arrogant woman who won't even let anyone hold her hand after seven years of marriage. Even though the atmosphere was set right, things are going too smoothly, aren't they? As smooth as a meticulously designed trap.
Then, recalling her unusual behavior earlier—insisting on listening to "Legend" and forcing herself to sing—…
Lin Zhou's guard immediately tightened.
Could this woman still be testing me?
If he pounces on her and she suddenly says, "Great God Qilin, stop pretending," wouldn't his gigolo job be ruined on the spot?
"Cough cough..."
Lin Zhou abruptly took half a step back, forcibly creating a safe distance. He grabbed a rag from the table and began frantically wiping the already gleaming surface, trying to conceal his panic while pretending to calmly spout nonsense:
"Um... honey, this reward is tempting, but we need to take it step by step, right? Look, Nuonuo just fell asleep, what if..."
"Lin Zhou".
Su Qingge wasn't angry at his hesitation; instead, she watched his guilty-looking back with great interest. She crossed her arms, leaned slightly against the edge of the table, and seemingly casually posed a potentially disastrous question:
"So, what kind of person is this 'Qilin'?"
They've arrived!
Lin Zhou's hand trembled as he thought to himself, "That was close." Luckily, he hadn't let his lust get the better of him, or he would have been stripped naked by now.
He didn't answer immediately, but pretended to think, continuing to wipe the table. After two seconds, he casually said:
"Qilin? Someone who can write those old-fashioned love songs must be quite old."
"I think he's probably a bald, middle-aged man."
As Lin Zhou spoke, he gestured dramatically: "Or it could be the kind of unkempt, scruffy-bearded weirdo who runs around the streets in baggy shorts and flip-flops. Artists, you know, all have that kind of quirk; you can't live without being obsessed."
"A bald middle-aged man? A weirdo?"
Su Qingge frowned slightly, clearly dissatisfied with the description. In her mind, the mysterious person who saved her from dire straits seven years ago was always a towering, enigmatic, and radiant figure.
How could you say that about someone?
She retorted, somewhat displeased, "The person who can write a song like 'Legend' must be very sensitive and gentle. Maybe... a very charming gentleman?"
Forget it.
Lin Zhou tossed the rag into the sink, turned around, and curled his lip in disgust.
"Honey, you're just too biased. Think about it, if he were really handsome, why would he hide away and be afraid to show his face in public? It must be because he's too ugly and you're afraid of ruining his image in your mind."
As he spoke, he deliberately puffed out his chest, flicked the stray hairs from his forehead, and struck what he considered a pose that would make him look incredibly handsome:
"If we're talking about handsome, then it has to be your husband, me. Although I'm a bit lacking in talent, my looks and physique absolutely blow that Qilin out of the water."
"you……"
Su Qingge was amused by his shameless behavior.
Although I knew he was talking nonsense, I still felt a little uncomfortable hearing him belittle his "benefactor" like that.
"Don't speak ill of him!"
Su Qingge straightened her face and her tone became more serious, "No matter what he looks like, he is our company's savior and my benefactor. Without him, there would be no Su Qingge today. Show him some respect."
Watching his wife get so worked up over a "virtual account," Lin Zhou felt a mix of bitterness and satisfaction.
What the hell is this?
Jealous of yourself?
The key point is that he has no choice but to accept this jealousy, and he has to pretend that it tastes delicious.
"Alright, alright, your benefactor, your great hero."
Lin Zhou gave a sour snort, not wanting to dwell on the topic any longer, afraid that saying more would only make things worse. "Okay, I won't say anything more, okay? Anyway, I've never met him. Maybe he really is an absolute heartthrob."
He walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, looked inside, and tried to change the subject:
"Since we're celebrating the company surviving the crisis, let's get practical. What would you like to eat? I'll make you a late-night snack? Steak? Or seafood porridge?"
"I'm not hungry."
Su Qingge's voice came from behind, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.
"Not hungry?" Lin Zhou closed the refrigerator door, turned around with a hint of helplessness, and said, "So how do you plan to celebrate? We can't just sit here staring at each other all night, can we?"
Before he finished speaking, a fragrant breeze wafted over.
Su Qingge had somehow walked up behind him.
She didn't speak, but simply extended her long, slender, fair fingers and gently placed them on Lin Zhou's broad back.
My fingertips slid slowly through the thin fabric of the shirt.
Starting from the shoulder blades, following the lines of the spine, downwards, are drawn circles that evoke a sense of irresistible allure.
Lin Zhou froze, feeling as if the finger was carrying an electric current, and goosebumps instantly rose on his skin wherever it touched.
"Wife..."
His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his voice became dry and hoarse, "What's wrong with you...?"
"Eating is so boring."
Su Qingge walked around to face him and tilted her head slightly.
Those eyes, which were usually frosty, now seemed to be filled with intoxicating red wine, sparkling and with a hint of alluring crimson at the corners.
She reached out and gently grabbed Lin Zhou's collar, pulling him towards her.
Their breaths mingled instantly, and the temperature in the air suddenly rose.
"As I just said, I'm going to reward you with myself."
Su Qingge tiptoed, her red lips almost touching Lin Zhou's earlobe. Her warm breath sprayed onto the sensitive skin behind his ear, carrying a delicate orchid fragrance, like a powerful aphrodisiac.
"I've already turned on the water in the bathroom."
Her voice was as low as a sigh, yet as clear as a thunderclap:
"Rose essential oil, and your favorite bubbles."
"Lin Zhou..."
"Would you like to... come in and scrub my back?"
boom--!
The string of "reason" in Lin Zhou's mind truly snapped this time, completely and utterly, leaving not even a trace.
Back rub?
Is this supposed to be a back rub?
This is blatant seduction! It's a deadly invitation from the queen of pop's wife!
As a normal, vigorous man who has just been eating vegetarian food for several days, if he can still resist this level of provocation, then he shouldn't be called Lin Zhou, but rather Ninja Turtle!
"Wife, you're playing with fire."
Lin Zhou's eyes instantly turned deep and dangerous, staring at the ignorant little devil in front of him as if he wanted to devour him.
"Yeah?"
Su Qingge chuckled softly, not backing down but instead reaching out even bolder, her fingertips lightly tracing his Adam's apple, sliding down to his chest:
"Do you want to... put out the fire?"