Chapter 997: Zhou Mengyao is the most beautiful, I love her, I love her!

Soon, Lin Lang drove back to the wealthy area of Gubei.

The moment the door of Zhou's villa was opened, the heat of the sauna-like day outside was replaced by the coolness of the central air-conditioning inside the Zhou villa.

"Mr. Lin, you're back."

Aunt Mei was wearing a neatly ironed off-white maid's uniform and was polishing the shiny mahogany coffee table. When she saw Lin Lang come in, she quickly put down the rag and bowed, with a look of familiar respect in her eyes.

Lin Lang paused while changing his shoes. A barely perceptible hint of anxiety flashed across his dark eyes. He hummed softly, "Is Mengyao back?"

"Mr. Lin, the young lady arrived in Shanghai on a flight around 9:00 this morning and has returned a long time ago."

Aunt Mei smiled and pointed towards the second floor. "The young lady is painting in the study right now. She said she got a lot of inspiration after returning from Johto this time."

Lin Lang nodded, asked no more questions, and walked straight towards the stairs.

When his fingertips touched the handrail of the spiral staircase, the system prompt sounded in Lin Lang's mind.

"Ding! Friendly reminder to the host: Zhuang Jingxue's coordinates have been detected. She is currently working at Zhongshan Hospital Affiliated to Fudan University in Changhai City."

Lin Lang did not stop and continued to walk upstairs.

The door of the study on the second floor was open, and very light sounds could be faintly heard coming from inside.

Sunlight streamed into the study through the huge French windows, like molten gold, casting shadows of the window panes on the floor.

Lin Lang slowed down his pace and paused at the door.

Zhou Mengyao was seen standing elegantly in front of the drawing table, wearing a short, strapless lace dress that looked very worth a fortune. The edge of the dress swept over the corner of the table, swaying slightly as she moved her pen.

The sunlight fell on the top of her black hair, and went down along her fair neck, giving her a halo like a goddess filter, giving people a sense of sacred and inviolable beauty.

She was painting a Chinese landscape painting with her head down, her wrist suspended, holding a wolf-hair brush.

The tip of the brush was dipped in ink of varying shades, and as it lightly sketched on the rice paper, the hand with distinct knuckles applied a little force, and the ink spread along the tip of the brush, like clouds flowing in the mountains.

Occasionally, he would raise his wrist to dip it in ink, and his white wrist would draw a soft arc in the air. His cuffs would slide down, revealing a small piece of delicate skin, forming a sharp contrast with the dark ink stick.

She painted with great concentration, her long eyelashes drooping, casting a small shadow on her eyelids, and the lines of her nose were clean and neat.

Occasionally he frowned in thought, his fingertips lightly tapping the drawing paper, and then he picked up the pen and started writing. His movements were smooth and flowing, with a quiet beauty.

Lin Lang stood at the door and was stunned without realizing it.

He had clearly seen her countless times, but every time he saw the school beauty, Zhou Mengyao, his heart would feel like it was gently bumped by something, causing tiny ripples.

Her cool and focused temperament is like an ink painting that requires one to calm down and appreciate it. The more you look at it, the more interesting it becomes.

This is probably the lethality of the school beauty Bai Yueguang. No matter how much time has passed, no matter how many times he has seen her, she can still make Lin Lang's heart beat fast.

At this moment, Zhou Mengyao seemed to have noticed something. The hand holding the pen paused slightly, and then she slowly raised her eyes as clear as autumn water.

The moment their eyes met, Zhou Mengyao was stunned for a moment, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

She saw Lin Lang standing at the door and his undisguised, almost perverted gaze, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

Lin Lang's infatuated gaze was exactly the same as when she first met Lin Lang and he was fascinated by her.

The moment Zhou Mengyao's eyes met Lin Lang, the fingers holding the wolf-hair brush suddenly loosened, and the brush fell on the inkstone with a "click". The ink splashed into tiny stars and landed on the moon-white hem of her skirt, just like stars that accidentally fell from the night sky.

Before the concentration on her face faded, the corners of her mouth curved up into a sickly sweet smile, and her voice was soft, as if she had just put down her pen: "Husband."

Before she had even finished her words, she had already trotted over from the drawing table, her skirt rising in a beautiful arc as she moved, bringing with it a light breeze that mixed the scent of ink with her own unique sweet fragrance.

Lin Lang subconsciously opened his arms, and the next second, a soft body crashed into his arms. The force was not strong, but it was filled with a sense of complete dependence and closeness, like a little animal that finally found its home.

"Wife!" Lin Lang lowered his head, rubbing his nose against the top of Zhou Mengyao's black hair, and his voice was unconsciously filled with a hint of smile and pampering.

He tightened his arms, holding Zhou Mengyao tightly in his arms. He could clearly feel her warm skin and slight trembling - that was the uncontrollable excitement.

Lin Lang lowered his head, looked at the beauty buried in his chest, and asked softly, "Are you so interested in painting today?"

Zhou Mengyao didn't answer, but just moved in his arms and slightly raised her beautiful little face.

Her eyes were bright, as if filled with the sunlight that had just poured in through the glass window, with Lin Lang's shadow clearly reflected in them, and with undisguised longing in her eyes.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly. She didn't say anything, but she couldn't help but tiptoe and kissed Lin Lang's lips impatiently.

The distance was instantly shortened, and Lin Lang could even see the faint blue color under Zhou Mengyao's eyes. Maybe it was because she didn't get enough rest after catching the flight in the morning, or maybe it was because... she was thinking about him.

As soon as this thought came to my mind, I felt a soft touch on my lips.

Very light and soft, like a feather falling on the tip of your heart.

That was Zhou Mengyao's kiss, with a faint sweetness on her lips, as if she had just drunk honey water.

She didn't use any force, but just gently and tentatively pressed against Lin Lang's lips, as if to confirm whether the person in front of her was really there and whether she could really touch him.

Lin Lang paused for a moment, and a warm current overflowed from his heart. It was love and possession, and it was also the embodiment of happiness.

After not seeing each other for many days, the greetings and thoughts expressed through the phone seemed to have taken concrete shape at this moment.

Zhou Mengyao kissed Lin Lang passionately. Her hand on Lin Lang's chest had her fingertips curled up unconsciously, as if she was holding something.

Lin Lang did not move, but just quietly endured the kiss, feeling the strong and insoluble longing transmitted between Zhou Mengyao's lips and teeth.

After a moment, Zhou Mengyao seemed to have finally confirmed Lin Lang's existence, and the kiss gradually became stronger.

She tilted her head slightly, allowing their lips to touch more closely, as if to fill the void left by not seeing each other for these days.

Her movements were light, with a cautious and cherishing touch, without any transgression, but they could touch the heartstrings more than any intense movements.

Lin Lang could feel Zhou Mengyao's nose gently rubbing against his cheek, bringing with it a warm breath.

Her lips were soft, like marshmallows, with a hint of coolness that was unique to her. At noon like this, they blended together to create a warmth that brought peace of mind.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the back of Zhou Mengyao's neck, his fingertips running through her soft hair, pulling her closer to him.

This action was like a silent encouragement, and Zhou Mengyao's kiss instantly became more eager to let go.

She was no longer testing him cautiously as before, but instead, with a longing that had been suppressed for a long time, she gently kissed his lips again and again, as if she was acting coquettishly, or as if she was confiding in him.

"Hmm..." There was a barely perceptible sob in Zhou Mengyao's nasal voice. She kissed him a little harder, but still maintained that pure softness.

Lin Lang's heart seemed to be pulled by something, feeling sore and soft.

He could imagine that he had neglected Zhou Mengyao these days. She must have missed him too much, so she threw herself into his arms and asked for a kiss as soon as they met.

He lowered his head slightly and actively responded to Zhou Mengyao's kiss.

He didn't go deep, but just rubbed Zhou Mengyao's soft lips gently with his lips, as if to comfort her, or as if to respond to her longing.

The movements were incredibly gentle, with a certainty of "I am here".

The study was very quiet. The only sounds they could hear were each other's slightly rapid breathing and the occasional chirping of birds outside the window.

The scent of ink intertwined with the sweet fragrance on her body, creating a warm and lingering atmosphere unique to this moment.

Zhou Mengyao's kiss gradually slowed down, but she did not leave.

Her lips were still pressed against Lin Lang's, slightly open, their breaths entwined, carrying each other's warmth.

Her eyes were closed, and there seemed to be a hint of moist light on her long eyelashes, as if all the longing for these days had turned into the closeness of the moment.

Lin Lang could feel her hand on his waist slowly tightening, as if she wanted to rub him into her bones and blood. The dependence and attachment she felt was so clear that it warmed his heart.

He raised his hand and gently wiped the corner of Zhou Mengyao's eyes with his fingertips, and there was indeed some moisture there.

Zhou Mengyao seemed to be startled by his actions, her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her misty eyes.

Their eyes met, so close that they could see themselves clearly in each other's eyes.

There was still moisture in her eyes, but they were surprisingly bright, with the words "I miss you" clearly written in them, and tears fell down in grievance.

Lin Lang's heart seemed to be filled with warm water, soft and warm.

He didn't say anything, but just tilted his head slightly and covered Zhou Mengyao's lips again with heartache.

This kiss was lighter than before, with a soothing tenderness.

He gently touched Zhou Mengyao's lips with his lips, as if to say "I'm back" and as if to say "I miss you too."

Zhou Mengyao closed her eyes and endured it obediently, with a slight curve at the corner of her mouth and a sigh of satisfaction.

There was no fierce entanglement, only a pure kiss filled with longing, as gentle as a silent poem.

It turns out that missing someone to the extreme can really turn into a kiss like this, as light as a feather, but as heavy as the whole world.

After a passionate kiss, Zhou Mengyao blinked her tears and said pitifully, "You bad husband, you spend every day drinking and partying outside and almost forget about me. How can you still remember to come home to be with me?"