time-limited addiction

Sister Fang nodded, "I'll go over and ask."

"Brother Shen didn't respond to the Xie family's matter again." The old lady called Sister Fang back again.

Sister Fang thought for a while, "He didn't respond, but he wasn't upset at all. In honor of Mr. Xie, he went to Xie's house to have a cup of tea in person and then left."

The old lady sighed, "I'm almost dead. Regarding their marriage, the Zhou family has already settled for second best. Let them do whatever they want, but they won't get married."

Sister Fang: "Think about it, if you marry someone you don't love, you won't be letting down the girl they worked so hard to raise. Maybe, that's what they think."

"Don't think too much of the brothers."

Then, the old lady sneered twice, "They haven't met a girl that amazes them yet. But when they meet, with their superb skills, the two brothers have to work hard to be shameless, and they will keep her by their side until death." .”

Sister Fang strongly agrees with this.

Direct and straightforward, they will never miss what they want, and they must control it no matter what.

But it is very difficult for men who have everything and are used to seeing treasures in the world to meet a girl who amazes them.

Turn off the lights, close the door and leave.

Go to Yilanxuan where the Second Young Master lives.

Knock on the door.

Yi Lanxuan was locked inexplicably at this time, which gave Sister Fang a headache.

At midnight, Sister Fang turned around and left.

Inside Yilanxuan, you live in elegance and seclusion.

The lights are bright day and night.

The layout of the master bedroom is modern, with luxurious black and gray tones. The decoration is dark and uncomplicated, with a large Italian-style handmade luxurious gray bed in the middle.

It seems that someone is taking care of it every day, just waiting for him to come back and stay for one night.

Shen Jing was kneeling on the bed and laying out pillows, her long hair covering half of her body. She turned around and threw the extra pillows to Zhou Lüchen.

Soon, he was easily caught by him sitting on the sofa.

Shen Jing turned her head and smiled, "You are sleeping on the sofa. You are not allowed to come up."

Zhou Luchen laughed and said, "Are you thin-skinned?"

Extra thin.

This is the Zhou family, and I don’t dare to sleep with him in the same bed.

"I'm not in the mood to invite you to spend the night together." Shen Jing picked up the remaining pillows and smelled them, "Your pillows smell so good. They must have been scented with earthen threads. They are clean and elegant. They are so high-end. Tomorrow, Ask your aunt where I can buy it.”

With his eyes fixed on her face, Zhou Lüchen only replied, "Bring you back and you let me sleep on the sofa?"

Shen Jing suddenly raised her head and looked at the swaying white gauze curtain, "The noise was so loud that your family members heard it."

"Who heard me?" Zhou Lüchen threw away the pillow, "Do you know how wide it is from the front yard?"

Shen Jing thought carefully and realized that it took seven or eight minutes to walk here, which was quite a distance.

"Do you usually live in Yilan Garden?"

"It doesn't matter." Zhou Luchen knocked the lighter in his hand and put it down, "You like it?"

Shen Jing nodded and continued to take care of the quilt, "I like it. It's more elegant than living in a villa. The rules of your family are too serious, and I don't dare to speak loudly."

Suddenly quiet.

Not hearing the sound, Shen Jing turned her head and saw that Zhou Lüchen had taken his pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

The door is closed.

Taking a breath, Shen Jing sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the curtain hanging on the terrace window.

Shen Jing put on her shoes and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows to look at the snow.

In the vast snowy night, there is no one.

I really don’t know how I ended up here.

There were no girls' supplies here, only Zhou Lüchen's shirt. She changed into another one, lay back on the bed, and pretended to sleep.

Twenty minutes later, the bathroom door finally opened.

Shen Jing quickly hid her head under the quilt.

The man lazily raised his eyelids, took in her subtle movements, and just smiled.He tied the bathrobe belt with his long fingers, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. From beginning to end, his movements were casual.

As far as the eye can see, her small sweater, hairpins, and bracelets are quietly placed on the spring stool at the end of the bed.

She squirmed under the white silk quilt, "I'll borrow your shirt to wear. It's very late, so I'll go to bed first."

Zhou Luchen hummed in a low voice, smoked the cigarette in his hand, walked to the terrace, and opened the glass door of the floor-to-ceiling window.

It was quiet, and Shen Jing poked her head out.

look out.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, there are wooden boards a few steps away, and an octagonal pavilion with ventilation on all sides. Several bright lights give off warm and soft light.

Snow fell.

The man was sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette and lighting a fire. He poured warm water with his free hand. The cold wind and heavy snow soaked into his depressed brow bones, making the sharpness of the edges a little weaker.

Then, she lowered her head and quietly pushed out the smoke in her mouth, wisps of haze, as if touching her heart.

Shen Jing was stunned for a second.

People with the surname Zhou have a magical sense of loneliness.

Sometimes I want to ask him why he is lonely late at night.

Probably because I was standing too high, I had everything I wanted, and I suddenly felt lonely with nothing to ask for.

But their position is beyond the reach of many people.

But in the ordinary life that ordinary people have, people named Zhou will never step down from the altar of power and experience the fireworks of the world.

Zhou Lüchen never looked over, but he could accurately detect her movements and asked lightly, "Can't you sleep?"

She nodded and said yes, it was a strange bed and it was still at Zhou's house, so she couldn't sleep on it.

"Can you make tea?" Zhou Lüchen asked, putting down the water glass.

Shen Jing put on her clothes and stood up, approaching him.

He sat down opposite Zhou Lüchen.

He took out a piece of old red rock and threw it in front of her, "This is a lake, it's frozen."

Shen Jing, lower your head and make tea carefully.

Zhou Lüchen leaned on the sofa, studied her movements, moved his lips, and said her name in a mute voice, "Shen Jing."

She looked up, "Huh?"

Zhou Lüchen didn't know what to say, so he squeezed out the cigarette he had only taken two puffs of.

Tonight, Shen Jing felt that his habit had changed. When he was addicted to cigarettes, he would only take two puffs and then throw them into the trash can or squeeze them out.

After making tea, he pushed it to Zhou Lüchen, "I have to drink tea at night, and I won't be able to sleep later."

Holding the white jade tea cup with a pair of long fingers, Zhou Lüchen stared at the brown tea in the cup for a long time, "I just drank it because I didn't want to sleep."

Shen Jing cleaned up the tea table and arranged it neatly, "Do you think I'm occupying your bed?"

But I heard him say.

"Celebrate the New Year with me and then send you home."

accompany?
Shen Jing scoffed coldly, put her feet on the sofa, hugged her knees and looked at him.

When he said those words, a smile appeared on his eyebrows, making people feel trance-like.

Let the heavy snow fall outside the pavilion, the pavilion has electric floor heating, watch him drink tea, watch him turn on the computer to browse foreign information, listen to the sound of snow on the ground, but my heart feels warm.

"It's right to celebrate the New Year at your house. The second young master has already paid the red envelope."

Zhou Lüchen stopped his busy movements and patted his thigh, "Come here."

Looking at the white bathrobe on the man, supporting his strong body, maybe it was still empty inside.

Shen Jing's fingers suddenly became stiff, she quickly put on her shoes and stood up, "You work slowly, I'm going to bed."

Zhou Lüchen raised his arm, held her lower abdomen with his bare and frank palm, pressed her, and pulled her back with one hand, letting her return to his arms without giving her a chance to breathe.

But her eyes were cold, and she scolded him, "What do you mean, you have to hug him again when you take him home."

(End of this chapter)