HCB Chapter 117 Lin Zhou: Honey, stop messing around, this is a street food stall!
Chapter 117 Lin Zhou: Honey, stop messing around, this is a street food stall!
The neon lights outside the car window rushed past, stretching into bizarre and colorful lines.
The Cullinan's interior, far from becoming quiet despite being isolated from the outside noise, was instead transformed into a chaotic battlefield of both allure and danger by the restless drunkard in the back seat.
"It's hot...so hot..."
Su Qingge lay on the large leather chair, writhing restlessly like a snake whose bones had been removed.
The effects of the alcohol kicked in.
That face, usually so cool and aloof, was now as red as a ripe peach, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead and a few strands of hair clinging to her cheeks, giving her a disheveled and broken look.
She frowned, seemingly quite dissatisfied with the restrictive trench coat she was wearing.
"Why are these clothes so tight...?"
She muttered to herself, her slender fingers impatiently tearing at the buttons on her collar.
"Sizzle—"
A soft rustling sound of fabric rubbing together.
She violently ripped open her trench coat, revealing a V-neck knit sweater underneath. Large swathes of her snow-white skin were exposed to the air, rising and falling violently with her breathing, dazzlingly white under the dim car lights.
Lin Zhou, who was driving, glanced at the rearview mirror and almost lost his grip on the steering wheel.
"Holy crap! My god! Don't take it off!"
Startled, he slammed on the brakes, and the car jerked violently to a halt.
This is happening on the main street!
Even though I put on a privacy screen protector, if a paparazzi on the street takes a picture of something they shouldn't with a telephoto lens, the hashtag "Su Qingge having sex in a car" could crash Weibo's servers tomorrow!
"Honey! Calm down! Take a deep breath!"
Lin Zhou was simultaneously steering with one hand and keeping an eye on what was happening behind him. His forehead was covered in more cold sweat than Su Qingge's. "That's a seatbelt, not your bra strap! Stop pulling on it!"
"I don't!"
Su Qingge's IQ at this moment is probably only that of a three-year-old.
Not only did she not stop, but because she was feeling unwell from the heat, she climbed up from the back seat and stumbled forward.
A rich aroma of wine mixed with her perfume instantly enveloped Lin Zhou.
"Lin Zhou...how come you have two heads?"
Su Qingge leaned against the back of the driver's seat, stretched out her hands as if to grab Lin Zhou's face, her fingertips burning hot, and gently pinched his earlobe.
"hiss--"
Lin Zhou gasped, feeling half of his body go numb.
Why is this woman so handsy when she's drunk?
"Sit still! Sit still! There are traffic police ahead!" Lin Zhou threatened her.
"Traffic police?"
Su Qingge blinked dreamily, then suddenly leaned close to Lin Zhou's ear, her warm breath seeping into his ear, her voice so soft and seductive it could drip water:
"What's there to be afraid of... I'm a superstar... I'll sing for them..."
"You're a superstar, not a road bully!"
Lin Zhou sighed helplessly, and taking advantage of the red light, he quickly turned around and pressed her back into her seat, while turning the air conditioning temperature down to the lowest setting.
A gust of cold wind seemed to sober Su Qingge up a little.
She stopped fussing about taking off her clothes and quietly huddled in the corner, staring intently at the back of Lin Zhou's head.
That look in his eyes—focused, infatuated, even with a hint of…admiration?
"What are you looking at?"
Lin Zhou felt uneasy under her gaze and casually asked a question.
"It's up to you."
Su Qingge chuckled foolishly, extending a finger to trace Lin Zhou's outline in the air:
"Honey...you look so handsome today."
"Especially just now... when you carried me and ran... you were even cooler than that Qilin...
Lin Zhou paused slightly on the steering wheel.
The slight annoyance I felt from taking care of the drunkard vanished instantly.
A smile played on his lips as he looked at the silly-looking woman through the rearview mirror, his tone full of doting affection:
"Nonsense, how can Qilin be as handsome as me? He's just a songwriter. I'm your husband, how can we be compared?"
"That's true..."
Su Qingge seemed to be seriously considering this question, her brows furrowing and relaxing, and finally, as if she had figured something out, she nodded heavily:
"The Qilin... I can't see its face... but you... I can see it, I can touch it."
As she spoke, she reached out to touch it again.
"Stop touching it! We're driving! This car is worth hundreds of millions; if something happens, we couldn't afford to pay for it even if we sold ourselves!"
Lin Zhou quickly dodged the clutches, stepped on the gas, and the Cullinan shot off like an arrow.
We have to get home right away!
If things continued like this, he was afraid he would lose control and end up doing it right there in the car.
Twenty minutes later.
The car finally drove into the underground parking garage of Genting Resort.
Turn off the engine and lock the car.
Lin Zhou let out a long sigh of relief, feeling that those twenty minutes were more tiring than fighting a battle.
He opened the back door.
Su Qingge was already asleep, curled up in the leather seat like a defenseless kitten.
"We've arrived, get off the bus."
Lin Zhou patted her cheek.
"Ugh... I don't want to move..."
Su Qingge groaned, rolled over, and turned her back to him, "My legs are weak... I can't walk..."
Fine, I owe you.
Lin Zhou sighed resignedly, bent down, skillfully slipped one hand under her legs and the other around her back, and lifted her up steadily once again.
"Hold me tight."
Su Qingge wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbed her cheek against his chest, found a comfortable position, and continued to sleep.
Even though there was an elevator, Lin Zhou was still sweating profusely as he walked from the underground parking garage to the master bedroom on the second floor.
This woman may be thin, but she weighs a solid 100 pounds.
In addition, she was drunk and extremely heavy, and she was also restless, touching his Adam's apple one moment and tugging at his collar the next, making the fire in Lin Zhou's heart go out and then rise again, rise and then go out again.
"We're here! Don't move!"
Lin Zhou kicked open the master bedroom door, walked a few steps to the bedside, and threw Su Qingge onto the soft bed as if throwing away a hot potato.
"call……"
He straightened up, wiped his sweat, looked at the disheveled woman with long, messy hair on the bed, and shook his head helplessly.
"What an ancestor."
Lin Zhou bent down to help her take off her shoes and then pulled the blanket over her.
I was just about to turn around and go to the kitchen to make some hangover soup so she wouldn't have a headache tomorrow morning.
Sudden.
A hand reached out from under the covers and grabbed his clothes tightly.
He has incredible strength.
Lin Zhou turned around and saw that Su Qingge had opened her eyes at some point.
Although his eyes were still tinged with intoxication, hazy and unfocused, deep within them lay an unprecedented seriousness and stubbornness.
She stared intently at Lin Zhou, as if trying to etch his image into her soul.
"Don't go..."
Her voice was hoarse, with a hint of pleading.
"I'm not leaving, I'll go get you something to drink," Lin Zhou coaxed softly, trying to pry her hands off.
"Don't leave!"
Su Qingge suddenly pulled hard.
Caught off guard, Lin Zhou lost his balance and fell directly onto the bed, his hands bracing on either side of her body, their faces instantly only centimeters apart.
Their breaths mingled.
Su Qingge raised her hand and cupped Lin Zhou's face in her hands, her fingertips burning hot.
Her eyes became hazy and deep, like a bottomless pool of water that seemed to want to suck Lin Zhou in.
"Lin Zhou..."
She softly called his name, each word seeming to be uttered from the depths of her heart:
"I have something to tell you."
"A secret... hidden for ten years."