There was nothing he could do about the pain. Ling Yizhou could only press against her and slowly calm down the fire in his heart, biting her ear: "Then let you rest for another 12 hours."
Xia Lin sorted out the things she bought yesterday and tried on the clothes Jackson gave her one by one. She found that they really suited her and she liked every piece.
It's crazy for women to try on clothes, so Xia Lin started jumping up and down at home.
Ling Yizhou saw her happily trying on clothes at home and kept saying they looked good, but his eyes wanted to get into her skirt.
"Did you buy these clothes yesterday?" Ling Yizhou suddenly asked.
Xia Lin paused. It was hard to say that it was a gift from Jackson. Ling Yizhou didn't even know who Jackson was.
"No, it was a gift from a friend." Xia Lin ran to look in the mirror, hoping that Ling Yizhou would turn around and forget about it.
Who knew that when she came out, Ling Yizhou looked at her seriously, "That friend?"
This man's possessiveness was a bit scary at times. Xia Lin took a deep breath and said, "Anyway, you don't know my friends in my circle."
"A common friend in the circle can give you the entire series of DG clothes?" Ling Yizhou's keen eyes scanned the clothes.
Xia Lin patted her forehead. How could she forget that the powerful Ling Yizhou knew everything. These clothes were from DG International Fashion, he could definitely tell at a glance.
She walked over, sat next to him, and rubbed his arm, "It smells so strong of vinegar."
"Don't interrupt." Ling Yizhou pinched her face, "I don't allow my women to wear intimate clothes given by other men."
Xia Lin touched the clothes on her body, "It's not considered underwear. If someone gives me underwear, I won't wear it..." Before she could finish her words, she saw Ling Yizhou looking at her with a dangerous expression.
Xia Lin pouted and had no choice but to respond, "It's Jackson Bray. You should know that he's the international star who makes blockbusters."
Ling Yizhou's eyes became more and more dangerous, staring at her clothes and wanting to take them off right now, "You mean that muscular Jackson?"
Xia Lin nodded fearfully, "Yes... yes."
"You guys are too different in stature, you are not suitable for him." Ling Yizhou suddenly said something incomprehensible.
"What are you talking about..." Xia Lin turned away.
Ling Yizhou turned her face towards her again and said, "Don't wear these clothes."
"It doesn't matter." Xia Lin disagreed with him and stood up to stay away from him.
Ling Yizhou's expression changed, and he stretched out his hand to grab the hem of her skirt. Then he heard a "hiss" sound, and the whole skirt split into two parts from the back.
Xia Lin covered her tattered skirt and shouted, "There is pure friendship between men and women, Ling Yizhou, don't go too far!"
After yelling, he wanted to run away, but then Ling Yizhou grabbed the hem of her skirt and dragged her into his arms. He grabbed her struggling hand and said, "No man would give so many clothes to a woman casually. There is no way he doesn't care about you." idea."
Xia Lin calmed down casually, Ling Yizhou was right, Jackson did have thoughts about her.
But then I thought about it, it was also when I drank too much, wasn't it normal after that? Ling Yizhou's thoughts were too one-sided, she paused for a few seconds and then struggled, getting up from Ling Yizhou.
"You don't know anything. You don't know what's happening in the United States. What can and cannot be done. I have basic standards for identifying these. I don't need your permission or disallowance!"
After saying that, Xia Lin pulled her broken skirt and entered the room.
Ling Yizhou was left in the small living room with a pile of things he had just packed.
Mrs. Huang ran out of the kitchen worriedly, just in time to see Xia Lin running into the room, with a seam in her skirt torn from the back, looking a little embarrassed.
Mrs. Huang didn't know what was going on between them. One second they were happily together, and the next second they were quarreling, and it seemed that her husband was violent.
Ling Yizhou paused for a moment, then suddenly stood up from the sofa and walked to the balcony.
As he walked, he took out his mobile phone.
He searched in the address book for a few times and then dialed Chu Yan's number.
Hearing what Xia Lin said just now, something happened in the United States that he didn't know about, and it was related to Jackson who gave her clothes. Now he was eager to know what it was.
Because Chu Yan was there and a phone call every day was normal, he didn't feel anything wrong about her trip to the United States.
It took Chu Yan a long time to answer the phone, "Old Ling, what's the matter? I'm in the studio."
"Xia Lin is in the United States, what's going on with Jackson?" Ling Yizhou asked directly without turning around.
Chu Yan over there was a little surprised, "She didn't tell you about this?" Chu Yan thought that Xia Lin would definitely tell Ling Yizhou about this matter, so he didn't need to mention it. What he learned now is that Xia Lin Not even a word was mentioned.
"She didn't say." Ling Yizhou stroked his forehead. It seemed that Xia Lin was not ready to share everything with him, which gave him a headache.
Chu Yan then told Ling Yizhou everything about what happened last time, including the pursuit of the robber yesterday.
Except... the part about carrying her.
After finishing speaking, Chu Yan said that he was busy and could not delay.
Ling Yizhou could only hang up the phone with him.
After hanging up the phone, Ling Yizhou walked up and down the balcony, wandering not only in his actions but also in his mind.
Listening to Chu Yan narrate that when she was almost molested by Jackson in an American parking lot, her hand was almost choked to death by him, but when Chu Yan talked about Jackson's sincere apology and friendship mentality at the end, she felt a little calmer.
It's just that she didn't mention the parking lot thing to him, so forget it, but she didn't talk about what happened yesterday. When she touched the sore spot on her butt, she simply said it was a fall. Not to mention she wanted to act coquettishly with him, she didn't even talk about it. No idea.
Ling Yizhou wandered around on the balcony for half an hour, feeling a little irritable.
He wants a lot, not only her people, but also her heart, not only her children, but also trust, and many more...
Ling Yizhou stood still on the balcony, banging his hands on the railing uncontrollably, and only calmed down a little when he felt the pain.
After remaining quiet in the sunshine for a while, he went back and knocked on the door of the room.
There was no sound inside. Ling Yizhou twisted the door handle and found that it was not locked. At least this was gratifying.
He walked in, closed the door with his backhand, and saw Xia Lin sitting on the bay window, her eyes closed, her hair flying in the air with the wind.
This is a painting in which the thin girl is integrated with nature, seemingly not allowing others to disturb her.
But Ling Yizhou still walked over and interrupted the painting, stretched out his arms to hug her, touched her cold arm, and frowned, "Don't sit here, it's easy to catch a cold."
Xia Lin opened her eyes, glanced at him, and snorted softly.
"Wear those clothes if you like." Ling Yizhou softened his voice.