time-limited addiction

Chapter 260 "Are you satisfied, girlfriend?"

Shen Jing followed the direction of the cat's meow, turned back, her movements froze, and she stopped speaking in time.

Zhou Lüchen stood between the doors, with the silver-white crystal lamp reflecting from the top, a face with a bit of cold weariness immersed in his bones.

After two or three breaths, Shen Jing covered her face and recalled that she probably didn't say anything bad about him.

Absolutely not.

Yes or no.

Zhuang Ming was very sensible and took the document bag from Zhou Lüchen's hand.

"The main meal is cooked by Miss Shen herself."

Zhou Lüchen's eyes moved to the dining table. The food was served, steaming.

Looking at Shen Jing again, she was wearing a white apron and her hair was half tied up with a hairpin.

Unprovoked, it presented a picture of peaceful times, waiting for him to come home.

In her life, Zhou Luchen would never be moved by a meal, but if he brushed her, she would hug the cat and run away.

The coldness around him dissipated, and he walked towards her, picked her up while she was still covering her face and put her on the bar. He placed his palms on both sides of her, occupying her like a besieged city.

Her breathing was a little messy and she was panicking.

With just one move from her, her mind was shrewd and rhythmic, and it was easy to see through her embarrassment. His lips were close to her ear, and a low-pitched voice penetrated her cochlea, "Okay, I didn't hear it."

Shen Jing suddenly smiled and took her hand away, "Really?"

She was just showing off her prestige, why did she care about the saltiness of the seafood? Zhou Lüchen gently lifted her long fingers, untied her apron, and threw it away ruthlessly.

Shen Jing's eyes widened, "Zhou..."

Zhou Lüchen's voice was so low that it didn't waver, "Shut up."

Without giving her a chance to prepare, he immediately grabbed her waist and forced her to stand up straight, kissed her hard on the lips and bit her.

This time, it was urgent and heavy.

With his hidden anger, he is extremely vindictive.

His breath was taken away, his lips and teeth were touching, his lips were hot and thin, his temper was not necessarily very good, he only wanted to satisfy his uncontrollable greed.

Shen Jing's fingers tightly grasped the man's suit.

The harder he was, the tighter Shen Jing grabbed his suit, tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes.

Zhou Lüchen raised his palm, accurately found the hairpin pinned to the back of her head, and pulled it away. The black hair on her head swayed and fell out, and the kiss deepened.

Even so, she didn't refuse, she whimpered lowly and then made a sound, like a cub that had been ravaged.

Zhou Lv pressed deeply and kissed her harder.

After a long time, he was willing to let go.

Breathing heavily to each other.

Shen Jing touched her lips with her hand, and the tearing pain hit her again, causing her body to tremble, "It hurts, you are just angry."

Without saying a word, Zhou Lüchen kissed the corner of her lips as compensation, narrowed his eyes, looked at her wounds, and said in a hoarse voice, "Does it still hurt?"

Shen Jing lowered her head, her eyelashes were wet and she seemed to be still aggrieved and unable to relieve herself.

For a moment she was silent.

The back of his neck was instantly grasped by Zhou Lüchen's generous palm, and he closed the distance. From the corner of his eye, he saw his upper body leaning down, "Okay, I'll let you go."

With his gentle voice, he kissed her lips.

His technique became gentle, he sucked her hot and devotedly to licking the wounds on her lips.

This kind of gentle ambiguity is particularly heartwarming when done occasionally.

Shen Jing raised her hand, grabbed Zhou Lüchen's neck, and responded.

The kiss lengthens.

Fortunately, the kitchen was big enough. Auntie was a little helpless as she took off her apron and left through the kitchen door to the back garden.

Zhuang Ming, holding the cat in one hand, stood under the eaves, watching the rain fall.

There was a text message from the Zhou family in Shanghai: "A Chen has returned to China again?"

Zhuang Ming typed with one hand: "Yes"

They say beauty can mislead people, as long as he likes it.

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The kiss is over.

Zhou Lüchen put his arm around her, "Are you satisfied, girlfriend?"

Looking up, he could clearly see the remaining lust and wetness in Zhou Lüchen's eyes, which weakened the possessive look.

Shen Jing suddenly felt bold and raised her chin high, "I haven't agreed yet."

Zhou Lüchen pinched her chin with his long fingers and came back to restrain her, "It shouldn't be the same." "Then tell me why you are angry with me. Did you see me fishing for Kaizi?"

Shen Jing has experience, her little bit of bad skills can make Mr. Zhou become so angry that he ignores others and only cares about whether she has 'green' him.

Zhou Lüchen's gaze was filled with fire.

The vixen's little face was smiling brightly and delicately, as if she had forgotten about being punished.

Worried that she would not be able to leave Taihe Central Courtyard, Zhou Lüchen suppressed his temper and said coldly, "Zhuang Ming."

"Here I am."

I don’t know where to reply.

Listening again, Zhuang Ming has returned to the house and handed over the document bag Zhou Lüchen brought back.

"Open."

He ordered Zhuang Ming.

He spoke after looking at Shen Jing, looking directly at her nakedly.

Shen Jing ran through countless ways of being punished in her mind.

Never thought.

I saw Zhou Lüchen finding a small pear wood box and opening it from the bar. Inside was a small carnelian rosary.

Packaged in an expensive pear wood ancient box, this rosary is definitely not that simple.

Curious, I looked around and saw that the beads were clearly engraved with ancient Sanskrit mottos and six-character ancient runes.

"Grandma begged for me today, and I'll give it to you."

She was stunned.

What a character the old lady of the Zhou family is.

After quitting the stage, practicing self-cultivation and worshiping Buddha at home, he can still be a behind-the-scenes player.

Shen Jing shook her head repeatedly, "I can't have it, it's too expensive."

Zhou Luchen moved his lips and said, "Keep him safe."

Unbelievable to hear these three words from his mouth, Shen Jing asked, "Do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it." Zhou Lu said calmly and calmly.

It’s strange that he would believe it.

Shen Jing's eyebrows drooped, "But I believed it and prayed for it, and it worked."

When she was making prayer lanterns for her family, she would always accidentally think of Zhou Lüchen, but she got her wish and met him in the temple.

The aunt who went into the kitchen to cook again accidentally saw the rosary, but she couldn't help but tell the story she knew, "It must have been requested by the famous ancient temple in western Beijing."

"The cultural relics of the Qing Dynasty are particularly precious. They were taken from the rosary of Master Yuanqing. The rosary has been kept in the famous ancient temple in the west of Beijing. There are only three carnelian in the rosary. The abbot was valued by the old emperor during his lifetime. He was highly virtuous and respected, and he asked for a son. Keep safe, especially spiritual.”

Shen Jing turned to look at her aunt, "How does aunt know?"

The aunt spoke truthfully, "I used to cook for a family in the yard near the Yihe Palace. The wife was so eager to have a son that she cut off the meat and donated tens of millions of incense money to the temple. In the end, the abbot was kind and took the beads off. One was given to her, but now there is probably only one left in the rosary, and it is hard to find for a large sum of money.”

The more Shen Jing listened, the more she resisted. The old lady kept him safe. Now, how could he afford it if he gave it to her.

"It's too precious, I really can't have it."

Zhou Luchen was too silent.

She looked up at Zhou Lüchen. He lowered his head slightly, raised his arm, and took off the necklace from her neck.

Threading the rosary beads into the clavicle chain as a pendant, his fingers were clear and even, like a work of art carefully carved by God, and he just walked around her neck and tied the button indifferently.

The extremely thin and simple clavicle chain has an inconspicuous Sanskrit red bead, which is low-key enough and makes her skin tone whiter and more tender.

Zhou Lüchen gently touched the ancient Sanskrit writing on it with his fingers, very carefully.

It's precious.

The elderly lady went up the mountain in the rain to ask for help from her heart.

She kept looking at Zhou Luchen's expression, trying to find any flaw in his reluctance. Unfortunately, he hid his emotions very well.

Shen Jing could never figure it out, but whether she guessed it or not, her heart had already loosened and disintegrated into mud.

"Ah Chen, this is the peace that the old lady prays for you."

Zhou Luchen's voice was light and he said not caring, "I don't believe it, there's no use keeping it."

Shen Jing threw herself into Zhou Lüchen's arms and pressed her face against his suit, "If you give me more, I'll ask for everything from you."

He chuckled, "Okay."

Zhuang Ming turned around and left the restaurant. It would be a pity if they had to separate in the end.

(End of this chapter)