Don't pick up snake eggs in the wild

Chapter 13

Lin Yu opened the door to stare at the two people who were close, bowed his head, clenched his fists and coughed.

Lin Xing looked back at him and saw Lin Yu gesturing to go out. He put the hair dryer in Jimo's little hand.

"Blow it yourself."

Jimo pouted and looked at the two who went out, put the hair dryer on the side of the bed in resentment, stroked his dark green hair with his hand, and the black hair dried quickly as he stroked it.

"Could it be that he doesn't like me?"

Jimo stared at the closed door with a frown, and walked to the mirror to see the boy reflected in front of him.

The young man was wearing dark and large pajamas that did not fit well, and his complexion became fairer and softer, his chin was slightly raised, his pink lips were slightly pouting as if he was annoyed with someone, and between his peach blossom-shaped eyes, there was a galaxy of stars shining brightly.

Jimo raised his head and touched his face, and the delicate boy in the mirror also touched his face.

"It's so pretty—"

"DengDengDeng"

When Mama Zhang came in, she saw Jimo running into the blanket in a panic and hiding, with two pairs of bright eyes staring at her.

Seeing that Jimo is so innocent and shy, Zhang Ma smiled kindly: "Master Jimo, is that right? I have arranged your room next to him. There is already the sesame paste you want in the room."

Hearing this, Jimo frowned beautifully.

"Aren't I sleeping here?"

"This is the young master's room." Zhang Ma stared at him helplessly and with tolerant eyes, "This is not very good."

"It's okay." Lin Xing came in, stroked Jimo's hair to make sure his face would look better after drying, "If you want to sleep here, you can sleep here."

Jimo returned a sweet smile and looked at Zhang Ma with bright eyes.

"Mother Zhang! I want sesame paste!"

"No." Lin Xing glanced at him coldly.

"Why!" Jimo looked at him angrily, as if Lin Xing would definitely fight Lin Xing to the end tonight if he didn't give a satisfactory answer.

"Sesame paste and sleeping here, choose one."

Jimo shrank back under the quilt again, looking at Lin Xing sadly.

Seeing this, Mama Zhang quickly retreated from the room without disturbing her.It's just that when I was retreating, I suddenly thought of something, and turned around to ask Lin Xing.

"Master, where is Little Bell?"

Lin Xing glanced at Jimo whose ears immediately pricked up, and replied coldly, "I lost it."

"Ah? Lost it?" Zhang Ma was a little worried, but her face turned to be a little happy. "It's better to live outside by itself than to be confined at home all the time."

After speaking, Mama Zhang also backed out, but her figure was a little lonely.

Lin Xing locked the door, and then walked towards Jimo who had covered himself under the blanket.

"Come out, the sheets need to be changed."

"I can't come out! Why do I need to change when I'm lying down so well!" The quilt twisted.

Seeing that it was useless to be soft, Lin Xing lifted Jimo, who was still thinking of being a caterpillar, together with the quilt, and touched the very dry sheet—is it wet?He looked suspiciously at Jimo who was already facing him with a mournful face.

"You bully snakes—no! You bully people!"

Lin Xing didn't care how the people on the bed were crying, calmly picked up the hair dryer on the bed and started blowing his half-dried hair.After he finished drying his hair, Jimo still covered himself tightly and stared at him with his eyes.

Carefully put away the hair dryer, Lin Xing lay on the bed.It was a magical feeling to have another person's breath next to the bed where I had been sleeping alone.

"Give me some quilt." The shadow struck, and a ball of quilt hit Lin Xing's face hard!

Struggling to expose his head, Lin Xing glared at the small body that was already facing away from him, sighed slightly, and hugged the stiff body of the man, even though he was an adult, Jimo's body temperature was still below the constant temperature, Lin Xing hugged him I just feel that he is still that little milk snake who can only pester her and act like a baby.There is a deep warmth in my heart.

"I confessed to my brother."

Jimo opened and closed his eyes and listened carefully to what the person behind him said.

"He asked me why I was still unwilling to go back when I recovered from my illness."

Feeling that the man behind him was emotionally unstable, Jimo turned over and stared at him quietly, letting his head rest on his neck, hugging Lin Xing's waist back and warming him with his cool body.

"With you is my home."

When Jimo heard this, his body froze.He said dryly: "Do you know the meaning of this sentence?"

"En." Lin Xing gently stroked the hair of the boy in his arms in the dark night, "When you grow up, you can take care of me in retirement."

The young man got up angrily and pressed Lin Xing down, staring at him with bright eyes: "Why should I give you a retirement pension!"

"..." Lin Xing didn't make a sound.

"Back then you asked that man named Ma Xiangyang who you were, and now I ask you who I am!"

Jimo opened his mouth in despair, and looked at the man below him seriously. He could feel that Lin Xing had always known his identity, so it's better not to hide it anymore!

Listening to Lin Xing's attitude towards himself now, he is like raising a baby, so when can he perfectly pounce on him!If he is really not enlightened, then he can implement the method of the demon himself - force it!

"You are more important than them." Lin Xing raised his hand calmly, instantly letting go of all the anger in Jimo.

Jimo pouted on Lin Xing's body, full of resentment but satisfaction.

"I don't want to be your pet!"

"Yeah." Lin Xing stroked Jimo's back through his loose pajamas, "You are my son."

Go to your sister's son! !I'm going to pounce on you! !

Jimo wanted to say something else, but he heard a clear and cold male voice from below him.

"Also, you're going to lose weight, Bell."

"My name is Jimo."

"Well, the bell."

"I said my name is Jimo! Don't you understand!"

"--good."

"I don't want to be called Bell..."

When no one replied to Jimo, Jimo lay on the warm pad and closed his eyes comfortably.

After breathing evenly from his body, Lin Xing gently touched Jimo's small face.

"Neither you nor I will be lonely anymore."

The sleeping boy raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Since the conversation that night, the relationship between Jimo and Lin Xing seemed to be working step by step.

Two or three days after that day, Lin Yu went abroad and returned to his home in the United States. He might be a little disappointed with Lin Xing.

Lin Xing still works as usual in the dining room, studio, and bedroom at [-]:[-], while Jimo sleeps in and watches soap operas. If he is happy, he can stare at Lin Xing painting for a day, and when he is bored, he can pull a dog's tail to tease the dog next door.

Everything was safe and comfortable.

Until Lin Xing finally finished painting Jimo's hometown - the landscape oil painting.

Jimo almost couldn't put it down after looking at it all afternoon, and when Zhang's mother started cooking at night, she rushed into the kitchen excitedly and wanted to cook a "love dinner" for Lin Xing.

In the end, it ended up with a half-burnt egg fried rice.

But after trying that night, Jimo deeply fell in love with the process of cooking cooked food!Every time Zhang Ma didn't pay attention, she lit the fire and started to boil the pot, and quickly threw some apples, vegetables and carrots into it, and said that she wanted to create new ingredients to make Lin Xing amazed!

Jingyan didn't see it, and was shocked—the quality of Lin Xing's three meals a day began to seriously decline.Mama Zhang's alertness to troubles and grasses is increasing day by day!

Today, Jimo sneaked into the kitchen excitedly again, but he didn't expect Zhang's mother, who was supposed to be planting flowers and plants outside, to stand inside like a door god, facing the door!

"Huh!" Jimo smiled dryly, patted his heart, "Mother Zhang, why are you here?"

"Master Jimo, have black chicken soup and hot and sour potato shreds tonight."

"Really! Awesome!"

"If you want to eat, don't go near the kitchen." Mama Zhang pushed Jimo, who was thinking about it, away from the kitchen, "Otherwise, I will only have black-bone chicken and stewed potatoes tonight."

Seeing that it was impossible to enter the kitchen, Jimo ran to harass Lin Xing.

Lying on the window edge through the window glass, watching the quiet painting in the studio, Jimo smiled softly—why is he lying on the window edge with the glass in between?Oh, Lin Xing locked the door from the room, and closed the window by the way.

Why is it closed?none of your business!This is the sentiment between lovers!

Lin Xing frowned and looked at the boy who was clinging to the glass outside the window, stepped forward to open the window and said coldly.

"Bing, you're blocking the light.