Lin Zhimo hid in one's order to avoid embarrassment, and on the other hand, he really wanted to prepare for the Spring Festival Gala song.

The 2000 Spring Festival Gala was the last Spring Festival Gala in the 20th century, and it also heralds the arrival of the 21st century. Therefore, it has extraordinary significance for the entire Spring Festival Gala crew, so this Spring Festival Gala is more pursuing new things.

When Yuan Delong contacted Huo Xiwen, he already explained that this Spring Festival Gala has undergone significant changes in both the format and content of the program, so he also hopes that Lin Zhimo can produce a groundbreaking song. Of course, just like last year, if the songs Lin Zhimo cannot meet the crew requirements, he will sing another spare song.

When Lin Zhimo really devoted himself to creation, he completely forgot about time and leaned on the table and kept writing and painting on the paper.

After Zhang Ziyi finished cooking, she came to Lin Zhimo's studio. Just as she was about to knock on the door, she found that Lin Zhimo was seriously engaged in creation. She was afraid of disturbing him, so Zhang Ziyi took a light step and came to Lin Zhimo's side quietly.

There were already several pieces of paper crumpled on Lin Zhimo's table, and the piece of paper that Lin Zhimo was writing was also very different.

Although Zhang Ziyi stood on his side, Lin Zhimo still kept writing as if he hadn't noticed anything.

Zhang Ziyi looked at Lin Zhimo who was concentrating on his desk creation under the light, and suddenly felt a sense of happiness in his heart. He had just tried hard to cook like a conscientious wife, and Lin Zhimo is undoubtedly the husband now.

As I thought about it, Zhang Ziyi became so crazy.

It took a while before Zhang Ziyi could react. When she looked at Lin Zhimo again, her eyes were filled with tenderness.

"Zhimo, it's time to have a meal!" Zhang Ziyi called softly, as if Lin Zhimo was a sleeping child, afraid of waking him up.

Lin Zhimo was shocked: "Ah, it's time to have a meal!"

Looking back, I just wanted to thank Zhang Ziyi, Lin Zhimo saw the feeling in Zhang Ziyi's eyes, as if he was about to melt him into those black and bright eyes.

"Ziyi, you..." Lin Zhimo's mouth suddenly became stupid, and he didn't know what to say.

Zhang Ziyi smiled gently, took Lin Zhimo's hand and stood up and said, "Come and see what delicious food I've made for you."

Lin Zhimo was so stunned that Zhang Ziyi came to the kitchen with his hands in hand. At this time, a few side dishes were already placed on the dining table in the kitchen.

Lin Zhimo also came to his senses at this time. After a closer look, he found a plate of fried eggs with tomatoes, a plate of fried meat with vegetables, and a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs.

When Lin Zhimo walked into the kitchen, he smelled the fragrance of the three dishes. Now seeing these oily and shiny dishes, Lin Zhimo felt that his index finger was moving and he couldn't help but sit down and taste it.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ziyi slapped the back of his hand, pointed to the faucet and said, "Go and wash your hands first."

Lin Zhimo smiled embarrassedly, washed his hands obediently, and then sat in front of the dining table.

Lin Zhimo took a breath and then looked intoxicated: "Wow, it smells very good. It seems that my mouth is about to enjoy today, so I will start moving?"

Zhang Ziyi looked casual and looked at Lin Zhimo with a smile and said, "Eat, eat, taste my skills."

Lin Zhimo picked up a piece of brown-red rib and put it into his mouth. In an instant, a soft and elastic feeling was transmitted to his mind through his tongue. Then the taste buds told him that the rib was sour and sweet, with sour inside, and a crunchy feeling on the surface.

"Um! OK, delicious!" Lin Zhimo didn't bother to swallow the flesh in his mouth and gave Zhang Ziyi a thumbs up.

Zhang Ziyi's eyes narrowed her smile, crossed her hands on her chin, and watched Lin Zhimo eat his own meals.

Lin Zhimo ate for a while before seeing Zhang Ziyi not moving, he asked strangely: "Ziyi, why don't you eat, aren't you hungry?"

Zhang Ziyi nodded: "Yeah, I'm not hungry."

In fact, Zhang Ziyi prefers to watch Lin Zhimo eat, especially his enjoyment look exposed because his food is delicious, which makes Zhang Ziyi feel very happy and satisfied.

Lin Zhimo asked again: "Then have you eaten the dishes you cooked?"

After seeing Zhang Ziyi shake her head, Lin Zhimo picked up a piece of rib and sent it to Zhang Ziyi and said, "Come on, try it too. It's really delicious. To be honest, I was shocked by your cooking skills. I didn't expect that your skills are so high... How about it, it's delicious, right?"

Zhang Ziyi didn't expect Lin Zhimo to feed him, so she was stunned before putting it in her mouth and chewing it.

Zhang Ziyi didn't expect that she had not cooked for a long time, and she performed so well this time. She nodded and said, "This time she performed extraordinaryly."

Lin Zhimo asked again: "Did you buy these dishes just now?"

Zhang Ziyi nodded, then said excitedly: "Yes, by the way, Zhimo, do you know how much I have refuted these dishes?"

Lin Zhimo shook his head while eating the dishes.

Zhang Ziyi stretched out five fingers and said proudly: "Five dollars, I have spent one-tenth of the food that costs 50 dollars in total. How about it, it's amazing, right?"

Lin Zhimo almost didn't spit out all the food in his mouth. After swallowing it easily, he said, "Sister, are you worth it so worth five dollars?"

Zhang Ziyi glanced at Lin Zhimo with contempt and said, "You have never bought vegetables. If you don't believe me, please ask others, what do they think of my glorious deeds?"

Seeing Zhang Ziyi's words sounded so convincingly, Lin Zhimo was a little hesitant. Could it be a great thing to buy groceries and bargain for 5 yuan?

...

It was already ten o'clock in the evening after dinner. Zhang Ziyi stood up and said, "Okay, you don't have to worry about the matter here, go and write your songs."

No matter how thick-skinned Lin Zhimo was, he couldn't help feeling embarrassed at this time, and rushed to pack up the dishes and said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I'll wash it."

"Okay, what are you fighting with me? Although I don't touch the water at home, I'm much better than you, a man who never does housework." Zhang Ziyi said about Lin Zhimo's things that even the house was not cleaned up.

"hehe."

Lin Zhimo laughed at him, but he didn't continue to hold on, but he didn't go back to continue writing songs. He just stood at the kitchen door and watched Zhang Ziyi clean up.

Because Lin Zhimo lives in a very warm floor, there is no coldness in the room at all. Zhang Ziyi is just wearing a tight thread and jeans, wearing a pair of cotton slippers, and dressing at home.

Slowly, the mill began to look strange. He looked at Zhang Ziyi's graceful figure, and suddenly an impulse appeared in his heart. At first, this impulse was only a little bit, but it was like a spark of stars, and it quickly turned into a burning fire. His eyes began to wander around Zhang Ziyi's round buttocks and the two soft spots that were hanging when he occasionally bent down.

Although Zhang Ziyi turned her back to Lin Zhimo to wash the dishes, she still felt that Lin Zhimo's gaze seemed to be able to remove her clothes, and she directly wandered on her skin with heat. Zhang Ziyi moved a little awkwardly, as if she wanted to get rid of Lin Zhimo's gaze, but she didn't know that these few twists made Lin Zhimo's heart even more lustful.

Finally, Zhang Ziyi could not bear the invasion of Lin Zhimo's naked eyes, and stomped her feet and said angrily: "Zhimo...you, don't look at it, okay?" But as soon as she said that, Zhang Ziyi regretted it because she originally wanted to scold Lin Zhimo, but her tone now sounded more like acting coquettishly.

Sure enough, when Lin Zhimo heard this sentence, he not only did not hide anything, but walked directly into the kitchen.

Feeling that Lin Zhimo was getting closer and closer to him, Zhang Ziyi's body became stiff and his breathing began to become rapid. Until Lin Zhimo hugged him from behind, Zhang Ziyi felt that his body suddenly seemed to be made of water, and he was completely limp in Lin Zhimo's arms.

"Zhimo...you, don't do this..." Zhang Ziyi felt that what she said had no power, but was more like a flirting between lovers.

Lin Zhimo seemed to have not heard this sentence. No, this sentence should be said to be more like a catalyst. Originally, Lin Zhimo just hugged Zhang Ziyi's hands, and after hearing this sentence, he seemed to have received some order and began to wander around her delicate body.

"Don't... Zhimo, I... I'm still washing dishes." Zhang Ziyi's voice was full of begging.

Lin Zhimo heard Zhang Ziyi's words this time, but he put the bowls and chopsticks in Zhang Ziyi's hand into the pool in front of him, and then he suddenly turned Zhang Ziyi's body over with force, allowing her to look at him head-on.

Zhang Ziyi did not dare to look at Lin Zhimo's eyes, and his eyes drifted to other places.

But Lin Zhimo seemed to have to look at Zhang Ziyi. He pinched Zhang Ziyi's round jaw with his right thumb and index finger, gently lifted her head up, trying to see her eyes clearly.

Zhang Ziyi's heart seemed to be about to jump out of her chest. She felt that her strength was getting smaller and smaller, and her body was about to stand still. She had to support her hands on the table behind her, her eyes were even more shy and closed tightly. Her long eyelashes kept trembling as if she was telling her uneasiness.

Lin Zhimo's lips slowly approached Zhang Ziyi's red and hot cheeks, and finally fell gently on Zhang Ziyi's pink and delicate petals.

The moment she was kissed by Lin Zhimo, Zhang Ziyi felt like a twelve-level storm blew in her mind. In an instant, everything disappeared, and her whole body was frozen there and motionless, allowing Lin Zhimo's tongue to rush around in her mouth without any reaction.

Lin Zhimo didn't care about Zhang Ziyi's condition. After kissing Zhang Ziyi, he hugged Zhang Ziyi's waist with his left hand, and slowly climbed up to Zhang Ziyi's jade peak with his right hand.

Zhang Ziyi finally came to her senses after being attacked by an important part, but immediately she felt a feeling of moaning that almost made her feel comfortable from there, and her body softened again. Her hands subconsciously surrounded Lin Zhimo, and the weight of her entire body was pressed on the table behind, squeezing the buttocks into a flat shape.

Lin Zhimo noticed Zhang Ziyi's movements and naturally knew what to do next. He stretched his right hand down again, reached into Zhang Ziyi's clothes, and directly stroked her delicate and smooth skin. After a moment, his right hand cleverly unbuttoned Zhang Ziyi's jeans and stretched his fingers down.

"Um..." Zhang Ziyi's mouth made a vague protest sound, but then it was drowned under Lin Zhimo's long French kiss again, and everything was left to Lin Zhimoshi.

Lin Zhimo's middle finger slowly penetrated into the garden, and then touched a slight bulge. Before Lin Zhimo could react, he noticed Zhang Ziyi's body trembling suddenly. Lin Zhimo's movements were slightly paused, and then the middle finger stopped moving downwards and began to draw circles around the small cherry, but he just didn't touch it directly. It seemed that there was a little collision occasionally, but every collision would make Zhang Ziyi's body tremble violently.

After a while, Zhang Ziyi's body began to twist actively, trying to cooperate with Lin Zhimo's fingers to let him touch it, but Lin Zhimo did not fulfill her wish, just not to directly attack Huanglong, and always fought guerrillas on the outside.

"Zhimo...help me..." Zhang Ziyi couldn't help but beg.

At this time, her lips were covered with crystal clearness, and the blurred spring love in her eyes was even more swelling. After saying these words, she leaned her head shyly again and leaned her head towards Lin Zhimo.

Lin Zhimo raised an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and his tongue stroked Zhang Ziyi's ear beads, and he let out a sigh in front of her ear, and asked deliberately: "What are you helping you?"

Zhang Ziyi was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak, but her body's sensitivity made her unable to stop. She wanted to grit her teeth and stop talking, but Lin Zhimo suddenly rubbed her hard there.

"Oh..." Zhang Ziyi couldn't help but make a comfortable call, and said shyly: "Zhimo, that's it, hurry up, hurry up!"

Lin Zhimo smiled with satisfaction, lowered his head again and put Zhang Ziyi's lips in his mouth, and his right hand directly covered the dense forest.

But Lin Zhimo did not expect that after just rubbing his palms there a few times, Zhang Ziyi made a moan like crying and complaining from the depths of his throat, and then his body trembled violently as if he was spasm.

The first tide in Zhang Ziyi's life happened in Lin Zhimo's kitchen.

Lin Zhimo had never experienced such a thing and was stunned for a moment.
Chapter completed!