Shadow 25
Li Xiaoming's expression became increasingly meaningful as he spoke, and looking at his twisted face, I was afraid that he would suffocate his internal organs.
Lin suddenly turned his head and ignored Li Xiaoming, looking at me slowly and saying, "I'll send you home."
With the arrival of a group of female colleagues led by Vivian, Lin and my scandal underwent another round of baptism, while Yu Tian had long returned to his own office and closed the door.
I awkwardly hugged the cardboard box and escaped from the sight of the tourist group, quickly moving to the elevator door with a gentle step. The numbers on the LCD screen were still flashing slowly, 33, 34, 35, clearly an upward trend.
About two minutes later, Lin walked up beside me again and we stood shoulder to shoulder. I glanced at him sideways.
"What's going on?"
Lin suddenly swallowed hard and said, "It's like a battlefield with thousands of ravines and gullies inside."
"Huh?" I followed his line of sight and indeed, on the other side of the glass door, Vivian was slamming her Vertu phone onto the table with great force.
"What's your impression?" Lin suddenly asked me.
I shook my head, "A bit luxurious."
Even if she became a immortal in the office one day, I wouldn't be surprised at all. On the other hand, it's Lin Jing who is staring at the elevator with a squinting expression, rather than worshipfully gazing up at Vivian.
"Go."
"Huh?"
"Didn't I just say I'd send you home?"
"I didn't take it seriously."
"Whatever."
Just before the elevator doors closed, Lin suddenly pulled me in with him. The view was getting narrower and narrower, and the entire office was filled with a damp, bloody smell.
The elevator descended slowly, and my mood became increasingly gloomy.
People waiting for a taxi outside the office building formed a long queue, and those who didn't know thought that taxis here were offering limited-time free rides as a way to give back to society.
Lin and I exchanged a glance, tacitly deciding to head downstairs to take the subway.
Soon, we were surrounded by a more magnificent and more fragrant crowd of people, I pinched my nose and stood in the small circle formed by Lin's arm, his other hand still holding my cardboard box.
I suddenly couldn't help but burst out laughing, feeling extremely happy.
"What's wrong?" Lin looked at me with some puzzlement.
I drew a circle in the air with my finger and smiled mischievously, "Hehe, I just thought of Sun Wukong."
Laughing and laughing, another surging melancholy suddenly swelled up in my heart. Actually, those things were all done by Yu Tian, but after I said the same words, Lin would pretend to be angry and make a ghost face at me.
If Yu Tian gets angry, he will really get angry. He has a focused and strict attitude towards everything. When he's angry, he'll continue to keep his face straight and trap me in that small circle.
If I suddenly stood on tiptoes and kissed his chin, he would get angry. His face would turn red from his cheeks to his ears.
I came back to myself, and Lin was staring at me with a particularly bewildered expression, his face scrunched up. "Actually, among the Four Great Classical Novels, I've only read Journey to the West. But do I look like a monkey?"
I suddenly feel that his IQ should have been kidnapped at a very young age.
Then I got off the subway and walked out under Lin's still thorough escort, my nose having adapted to the murky air in the car, but once back on the surface it was extremely uncomfortable.
The line of sight is also a problem, the winter sun is too dazzling.
And beside me, under the intense sunlight, Lin's skin showed a transparent texture, and soon it was blown by the cold wind to reveal a faint redness. I couldn't help but tease him, coaxing and deceiving him into following me home, and even upstairs.
As we entered the house, we saw Lin Yue holding a thick book and was about to enter her own room.
He saw Lin Jing and stopped in his tracks, a second later, he turned around and sat back down on the sofa.
