Chapter 982: Reliving the tenderness of the young secretary Gu Ran

Lin Lang pinched Zhao Lanshan's flushed cheeks, the smile in his eyes was too strong to dissipate: "That's because my wife is too attractive, otherwise I wouldn't be willing to waste my time with this warm and soft jade."

Zhao Lanshan felt even more embarrassed by what she said. She shrank into Lin Lang's arms, her voice as soft as cotton candy: "I'm ignoring you. Hurry up and get up. If you stay in bed any longer, your lunch will get cold."

The two of them stayed in bed sweetly for a while before getting up reluctantly.

After the two of them put on their clothes, Zhao Lanshan tidied her slightly messy long hair in front of the mirror. She caught a glimpse of the two of them smiling at each other in the mirror, and she couldn't hide the sweetness on the corners of her mouth.

"Hubby, why are you looking at me with such lustful eyes?"

Lin Lang hugged Zhao Lanshan's soft waist from behind, looked at the beautiful woman in the mirror, and coaxed her, "Wife, you are really beautiful. I just got up and I want to carry you to bed and cherish you again."

"Hate it, husband, you are so bad. Why are you so addicted to that kind of thing?"

"Wife, I'm not addicted to that kind of thing, I'm just addicted to you." Lin Lang kissed Zhao Lanshan on the cheek.

Zhao Lanshan turned around and hugged Lin Lang back, looking up at him with a smile, her eyes full of affection as she said coquettishly, "Hubby, your little mouth is so sweet!"

"Haha...wife, I'm just telling the truth."

Zhao Lanshan leaned in Lin Lang's arms, slightly tiptoed, and gently kissed Lin Lang on the lips, so gently that it was a little unspeakable.

Lin Lang hugged Zhao Lanshan's soft body and pecked her slightly pouting red lips.

After they looked at each other affectionately for a few seconds, Zhao Lanshan pursed her lips and said, "Hubby, I wish you were uglier."

"Oh? Why?" Lin Lang asked.

Zhao Lanshan laughed and said, "If you were uglier, there wouldn't be so many women vying for my affection!"

Lin Lang scratched Zhao Lanshan's nose and said with a smile, "What if I'm really ugly and you don't like me?"

"Hubby, your personality and methods are so amazing. Even if you are ugly, I will still fall in love with you if you can miraculously cure my congenital deafness."

"Haha, that won't do. My wife is so beautiful. If I'm ugly, what if our child inherits his ugly father's shortcomings and is born ugly?"

After hearing this, Zhao Lanshan smiled and said, "Yes, luckily you are so handsome, my husband. Our baby will definitely be a beautiful little angel when he is born."

Lin Lang smiled and joked, "Wife, you put up so many posters of me in the bedroom. Don't tell me you just want to see more of my pictures while you're pregnant, so your baby will inherit my genes, right?"

"Yes! Every morning when I wake up and every night before I go to bed, I often stare at your poster on the wall. I hope our baby will look like you when he is born."

"Silly wife, the baby will be beautiful only if it looks like you!"

Zhao Lanshan smiled sweetly and said, "Then inherit the best qualities from both of us."

Lin Lang half-jokingly said, "If you inherit our strengths, you won't look like Chu Yiren, right?"

After hearing this, Zhao Lanshan punched Lin Lang's chest lightly with her pink fist and said coquettishly, "Nonsense! Our baby inherited the best qualities from both of us, so how could he look like Chu Yiren?"

Lin Lang smiled and replied, "Hasn't anyone ever told you that you look like Chu Yiren?"

"Not only have some people said that, but someone even mistook me for Chu Yiren at a business reception." Zhao Lanshan pouted as soon as she finished speaking. "Hey...husband, you're not in love with me just because I look a bit like Chu Yiren, are you?"

Lin Lang quickly denied it, "No, no, no, you are you and she is she, my dear wife, you can't say such things."

"Hmph, that's more like it." Zhao Lanshan's face showed a smile again.

"Let's go, my dear wife, let's go downstairs for lunch." Lin Lang took Zhao Lanshan's hand and gently scratched her palm with his fingertips.

"Hmph, you're just sweet-talking." Zhao Lanshan pinched Lin Lang's fingers with her backhand, let him lead her out of the bedroom, and slowly walked towards the stairs.

The wooden spiral staircase makes a slight creaking sound when you step on it.

The sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the second-floor corridor, casting a warm spot of light on the two people's clasped hands.

As soon as I went downstairs and walked to the corner of the restaurant in Zhao's villa, I smelled the aroma of food coming from the restaurant. The rich smell of sauce mixed with the fresh aroma of steamed fish whetted my appetite.

"Wife, how many dishes did you ask the kitchen to prepare in advance?" A hint of surprise flashed in Lin Lang's eyes.

Zhao Lanshan took Lin Lang's hand and walked into the restaurant, smiling and saying, "I'll tell the kitchen to prepare a table full of delicious food for you, my husband, according to the standards of the festival."

The huge mahogany revolving dining table was already filled with delicious and fragrant dishes.

Celadon bowls and plates are stacked layer upon layer, the braised pork elbow is shining with an oily luster, the squirrel mandarin fish lies on the plate with its tail raised, and steamed king crab and sea cucumber with abalone sauce are placed next to it. Even the seasonal vegetables are neatly arranged, filling the table. It is even more sumptuous than the family banquet during the Chinese New Year.

The maid was setting out the last dish of scallop, sea cucumber and yam soup. When she saw the two men coming down, she hurriedly came forward with a smile and said, "Mr. Lin, our young lady specially asked the kitchen to prepare a few more dishes. We hope you will like them."

Lin Lang nodded slightly and looked at Zhao Lanshan: "It seems that I have a lot of face."

"Of course, you are a rare guest." Zhao Lanshan took the opportunity to imply that Lin Lang rarely came to the Zhao house.

The maid asked, "Mr. Lin, what would you like to drink with lunch?"

Lin Lang replied with a smile, "I have a Sanda match tonight, so I shouldn't drink alcohol at noon. Just some juice will be fine."

The maid poured a glass of freshly squeezed juice for Lin Lang and Zhao Lanshan respectively, bowed, and then tactfully left.

Only Lin Lang and Zhao Lanshan were left in the restaurant.

Lin Lang took Zhao Lanshan's hand and sat down next to her on the dining chair. He picked up the serving chopsticks and first picked up a piece of fish with the bones removed for Zhao Lanshan: "Come on, wife, eat fish. It's nutritious and provides protein without making you gain weight."

"Honey, you eat too." Zhao Lanshan picked up a piece of sea cucumber with abalone sauce and said, "This is nourishing. It will give you energy to prepare for the competition in the afternoon."

After hearing this, Lin Lang remembered the joke about the Chinese national football team eating sea cucumbers and playing bad football.

The two of them fed each other with chopsticks and spoons, eating lunch in a warm and sweet atmosphere.

The sunlight filtered through the restaurant's glass windows, falling on the dishes on the table and on the smiling faces of the two people looking at each other.

Although there were only two of them, the meal was more lively than any other banquet. The air was filled with the aroma of food and an indelible sweetness.

With Lin Lang's company, Zhao Lanshan was visibly happy and in a very good mood.

But happy times are always short. After lunch, Lin Lang got up and prepared to leave.

Zhao Lanshan hugged Lin Lang and refused to let go, and stayed in Lin Lang's arms for a while until a maid came to remind her that Secretary Gu had driven to pick up Lin Lang. Only then did Zhao Lanshan kiss Lin Lang goodbye reluctantly.

Gu Ran drove a Lamborghini sports car and took Lin Lang away from Zhao's villa.

The Lamborghini sports car whose rear bumper was damaged by Bai Xiaowei's rear-end collision was repaired at the 4S shop and it looks like a new one, still as cool and stylish.

In the car, Gu Ran looked at Lin Lang sitting in the passenger seat and said coquettishly, "Boss, you've been so elusive lately that I can't even see your shadow. You accompany this girl today and that girl tomorrow. When will you accompany me?"

Lin Lang met Gu Ran's affectionate gaze and replied with a smile: "Am I not accompanying you now?"

Gu Ran pursed her lips and snorted softly, "This can only be regarded as me picking you up from another concubine, not as accompanying me, okay?"

"Oh, look how aggrieved my lovely secretary is! Your husband will accompany you right now. Just drive to the area near the competition venue and we'll find a hotel. I'll stay with you all afternoon, and it'll be fine as long as you don't interfere with my China-Miami Sanda Championship tonight."

"Really? But Boss, you just worked yourself to death on Zhao Lanshan's bed this morning, and you're alone with me in the hotel this afternoon. You must be tempted to torment me. Won't your legs get weak from boxing tonight?"

Lin Lang lazily leaned on the passenger seat, looking at Gu Ran's beautiful face and proud figure, and said in a rolling voice: "You know how fierce my husband is. Don't you want me to pay you public grain?"

Gu Ran's fingers gripping the steering wheel tightened slightly. She turned her head and quickly glanced at Lin Lang, blushing as she replied, "Yes, I miss you so much that I even dream about doing embarrassing things with you."

Gu Ran didn't know that Lin Lang had the ability to enter dreams, and he often sneaked into Gu Ran's dreams in the middle of the night to date her.

Lin Lang smiled and said, "Baby, I'm going to work hard on your bed this afternoon to ease your longing for me."

"Hate it, Boss, you're such a bad guy. When I said I wanted you to accompany me, I didn't mean you had to do anything bad."

"But when my husband is with you, he can't help but want to do bad things with you!"

"Boss, stop staring at me with such lustful eyes. If you keep looking at me, I'm afraid we won't be able to get to the hotel. I just want to be in the car with you..." Her voice trembled, and her foot on the accelerator was a little unsteady.

"What do you want to do in the car?" Lin Lang said with a wicked smile, "We can't do anything in a two-seater convertible."

Gu Ran's face flushed, and she said coquettishly with a red face: "Oh, Boss, you are so mean, I will ignore you."

Lin Lang chuckled: "Drive well, and when we get to the hotel, your husband will feed you."

"BOSS, you make me sound so hungry, hum, I'm not going to pay attention to you..." Gu Ran said stubbornly, but the ending tone was as soft as marshmallow.

The two of them drove to a hotel near the competition venue, flirting with each other.

After parking the car in the underground parking lot, Gu Ran closed the Lamborghini convertible with one click.

As soon as she turned off the car, she couldn't wait to unbuckle her seat belt. With a layer of mist in her eyes, she leaned close to the passenger seat and said coquettishly, "Boss, can you...can you kiss me now?"

Lin Lang didn't say anything, but just rubbed Gu Ran's soft lips with his thumb, looked at her with a smirk, and deliberately avoided kissing her.

Gu Ran's breathing became disordered instantly, and the dark fire in Lin Lang's eyes made her heart beat fast. "Boss, what...what are you waiting for? I can't wait any longer."

Lin Lang looked at Gu Ran's emotional and coquettish appearance, and kissed her uncontrollably.

When Lin Lang's kiss came down, the warmth from his fingertips still lingered as it gently covered her trembling lips. Gu Ran was like a lit candle wick, her nerves tensed for a moment, then softened completely.

For Gu Ran, it seemed like she had waited too long for this moment.

It lasted so long that she almost forgot the feeling of being held and kissed by Lin Lang, and it lasted so long that her nose felt sore and a hot and humid vapor was about to rise.

She subconsciously raised her hand, and grasped the front of Lin Lang's shirt with her fingertips, with a strength that was unconsciously urgent, as if she was afraid that the kiss would disappear at any time.

Lin Lang's kiss was very light. At first, he just rubbed it with patience, like spring rain falling on dry land.

Gu Ran closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling violently, and her tiny breaths sprayed on the corners of Lin Lang's lips, carrying the sweetness of her usual peach-flavored lipstick.

She raised her face slightly, leaned forward clumsily, and gently rubbed Lin Lang's lips with her lips, like a little animal trying to please, with a little grievance, but unable to hide the surging joy.