Chapter 20: I don't hate you

Lin Qing stunned and waved his hands so that all the people retreated. He walked alone to the edge and sat down with his head to look at her. The big purple robe hung down the bed and reached the ground, sketching his stature again Thin, and he was looking at her with dark eyes at this moment, as if to see her in his heart.
Zhao Zimu glanced at the setback on the side table, and he did not know what it was like. Shouldn't this thing be put in the study? And now it is scattered here and there, and the ink on the good golden inlaid wolf pen is still very fresh. It can be seen that he has been waiting for her while criticizing it until now.
Lin Qing, the of Bingbi, the chief supervisor of Si Li, has the right to approve the concerts for the emperor. After all the concerts are presented, he will first read them, and then make comments based on the contents of the concerts. It’s okay if it’s covered with a big seal permission.
Therefore, the ministers' passages will pass through his hands. It can be said that if Lin Qing is facing Qian Qing, it is really too easy to trip them.
And now this right-handed person is leaning quietly on the collapse at the moment waiting for Zhao Zimu. The long black hair is simply erected with a jade crown, like the face depicted in black and white ink. Gentle, he couldn't see his fierceness.
Zhao Zimu walked slowly towards him until he came to him and gently shouted: "Du Gong."
Lin Qing is the admiral of the police department, so it is not wrong to call him like this. Lin Qing raised his eyelids and asked with a hint of coldness: "Am I very old?"
Zhao Zimu said with a smile in his mouth: "How come, if it is called Chitose, isn't it older?"
"Your little mouth talks so much that you don't see you flattering me like this, do you want something? You have to know if it's not my pleasure and what I want from me, you have to pay the value that pleases me. Lin Qingman inadvertently said, the joints of his fingers gently pressed his temple.
Zhao Zimu's change was too sudden and too large, making Lin Qing have to doubt her purpose. Even if he thinks that a temper like her is not likely, he still can't help but try.
His suspicions and uneasiness Zhao Zimu naturally looked in her eyes. She shook her head gently. It would not be easy to see something from Lin Qing's flawless face if it was not for Life.
Zhao Zimu didn't want to go down with Lin Qing. She was not the kind of patient, but she was the one who cared about herself.
She stretched out her hand and gently released his jade crown under Lin Qing's surprised eyes, and put it on the side of the taller side. Lin Qing's hair spread out like a silk, Lin Qing grabbed it She took her hand and looked at her with a slightly cold look: "I didn't expect you to be so brave!"
Zhao Zimu watched him hold his hand and smiled a little helplessly, still with a slight indulgence, and said gently: "It has always been."
"Are you afraid of dying?" Lin Qing asked again, even if she loved her, she still kept her doubts, even with a slight threat.
Zhao Zimu was impatient, and the cool look in her eyes clearly showed her current mood. Before Lin Qing could have any more temptations, he twisted his hand back and cut it in the back, under Lin Qing’s furious eyes. With one hand on the collapse, and then quickly leaned down and blocked his mouth, nibbling slowly but powerfully, without giving him a chance to speak, until Lin Qing's struggle slowly became smaller, Zhao Zi Mucai left his lips and watched him gently open by her thin, red lips.
"I don't hate you."
In a word, Lin Qing stopped all the resistance in an instant, and only looked at her fixedly.