[BL] Dressed as The President's Cannon Fodder Spouse

Chapter 23

Lin Du's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't tell whether Xiaguang was more beautiful or Mr. Luo was more beautiful.

    After reacting, he had already opened the door and ran down the attic. When he ran to the second floor, he ran into Mr. Luo who was upstairs. Luo Yan saw that he was out of breath and joked, "Can't wait to see me?"

    Lin Du hummed indifferently and reserved at this moment. How could he know how much this sentence must have affected Luo Yan.

    He pursed his lips and breathed slightly and asked, "Mr. Luo, why are you here?"

    Luo Yan said without changing his face: "There is a project here, and I will stop by to see you after the end."

    In fact, where is there any project, and it's not a big project, and it's not worth the billions of dollars.

    For this reason, I worked overtime for several days in a row.

.After getting off the plane, I slept tiredly with red eyes, because the sunset was good, and I wanted to rush to watch the sunset in the same sky as Lin Du.

    But these Luo Yan skipped lightly, he was here to celebrate Lin Du's birthday, not to burden him.

    Lin Du didn't notice it at all and started to speak. He had been crying for a few hours just now, and his voice was a little hoarse, but he didn't realize it: "Then Mr. Luo must be very tired."

    When Luo Yan got closer, he saw Lin Du's reddish eyes, his brows knitted together, and he stretched out without a trace.

    Lin Du doesn't care about himself very much. He pays attention to the living environment and is keenly aware of other people's feelings, but he doesn't like to pay attention to his own physical condition.

    He is obviously a very careful person, but he is careless about himself.

    The two entered the room, locked it, and the atmosphere fell silent for a while.

.Different from the restaurant in the villa, it has a large space and many glass windows. Although Gu Yichun gave Lindu a better room in the attic, it is not very big.

    The space is small, except for the bathroom, the room has a bed, two cabinets, a table and a chair, and a medium-sized window. The light from the window spreads in and dyes the whole room pale gold.

    The cold fragrance of Luo Yan's body floated in the air, the cold taste was not greasy.

    Lin Du was familiar with it.

    Lin Du was accustomed to being defenseless against Luo Yan, so he naturally sat on the bed with his collar a little open, revealing his snow-like skin.

    Luo Yan didn't say a word, and traced Lin Du with his eyes, from the full brow bone, to the red eyes, to the light red lips, and then to the delicate collarbone that was slightly exposed, and suddenly retracted his gaze.

.Taking a deep breath in his heart, he felt that his possessiveness towards Lin Du became stronger and stronger. Luo Yan did not want anyone to see Lin Du like this.

    Rolling up his sleeves, Luo Yan walked to the table, put down the small suitcase he had been carrying, and asked indifferently, "A crying scene today? Your voice is hoarse."

    Hearing this question in a low voice, Lin Du unconsciously let go of his coldness again, realizing that Luo Yan was blaming him for not taking care of himself, and he didn't speak, and answered in a low voice.

    Luo Yan was almost annoyed by him, looking back at Lin Du and looking out the window like he was dodging, he could look anywhere, just not looking at him.