time-limited addiction

Shen Jing concentrated on peeling pine nuts and learned a convenient move from Sister Fang.

She was interested in stripping and eating, but Sister Fang didn't stop.

The weather is good, neither sun nor shade, it is evening and the sun is setting.

Sitting on the arc-shaped Chinese-style mahogany sofa, looking forward, there is a stage across the pond of koi fish.

The old lady from the Zhou family usually sits here and watches shadow puppet shows. It's so comfortable.

Only when it snows in winter can the old courtyard buildings have their unique charm.

As for when Zhou Lüchen would come back, she didn't notice.

When she found Zhou Lüchen back, the old lady raised her eyes slightly.

Zhou Lüchen glanced at Shen Jing not far away and saw that she was busy, so he sat down on the sandalwood Taishi chair near the old lady.

"What did your elder brother say?" the old lady asked.

Zhou Lüchen leaned back on his seat, picked up the Buddhist scripture at hand, and opened it with his long fingers.

"You can watch shadow puppets and listen to scriptures at home with peace of mind. How can we let my second grandma live alone?"

The words are nice.

The old lady was not confused after hearing a few words, "The aunts in Taihe Intermediate Hospital are not as good as Lao Li. They work hard and eat three normal meals, do you know?"

Zhou Lüchen signaled the old lady to relax, "I know."

He has always had extremely high self-discipline over his body, has a loose temper, and wanders around the colorful world. Looking back, the old lady always has no filter on the younger generation's style.

The old lady sighed, "Would you know?"

"You still don't have a family, Aqun does, and you do the same. In this life, no one has any feelings except for their position of power."

Zhou Lüchen took a sip of tea, recalling the sweetness and mellowness of Lao Yan. After a moment, he gently put down the tea cup and made tea for the old lady himself.

A pair of long fingers like white jade, with excellent joints, holding up the purple clay tea stove, making tea with the leisure of a noble son, and the whole person is extremely calm.

"Does Second Grandma like her?"

He has something to say.

Grandfather and grandson were chatting in low voices. Shen Jing was not far away, so naturally she didn't come close to disturb them, let alone hear them.

The old lady cheered leisurely, raised her hand, and still held the teacup to taste it. Even though she was old and had tea in hand, she was still calm and dignified.

Old lady: "My rosary beads were all given away. The second son of the Zhou family carried the little girl to the Hua Gate on West Street to see the flag. Nowadays, who doesn't know about that matter? We don't mention it for the sake of the Zhou family. It’s up to you whether Second Mistress likes it or not.”

Zhou Lüchen: "She likes your rosary beads very much. She didn't even take them off when taking a bath. She even personally gave you a cauldron of incense burners."

Zhou Lüchen gave away a lot of jewelry and necklaces, and even millions of customized luxury goods were not as precious as Shen Jing's.

natural.

From the moment she saw the gift box, the old lady knew that it was Zhou Luchen who chose it. Only he understood her preferences, "You paid for it."

Zhou Lüchen smiled and said, "If I don't compensate, she won't come to the courtyard, and then I won't come either."

The old lady smiled gently and said, "Protected."

Zhou Luchen said in a tone that was neither high nor low, "My people must be protected."

The old lady closed her eyes, listened to Buddhist scriptures, and meditated.It doesn't matter who he is, what matters is who he loves.

The fragrance of tea swirls.

Listen carefully, the cassocked monk knocking on the wooden fish becomes more and more rhythmic.

Zhou Lüchen tapped his fingers lightly on the table, lowered his eyebrows while sipping tea, and looked at the girl peeling pine nuts with his light eyes.

She is not young anymore. It has been several years since she was a naive and naive little girl with him until now, she is all over his arms.

More than four years.

The years have not worn away her smugness, and today she suddenly put on a cheongsam. For a moment, it was very similar to the first time I saw her in the bustling Shanghai city. She was wearing a cheongsam, a rose hairpin, and her crooked eyebrows could only smile at him. She was affectionate and shy, as if she had been sitting on the stage with her pipa in her arms, waiting for him for a long time, and finally waited for him, smiling so happily.

Memories are easy to remember.

At that time, he paid a lot of money to book the Shanghai Grand Theater, and after the beauty on the stage finished playing a pipa song.

Zhou Lüchen got addicted to cigarettes, left the stage, leaned against the theater corridor, smoked a cigarette, and held it between his lips.Her voice came from the side, coquettishly.

"Master Tuesday, will you come tomorrow?"

Pressing the lighter to ignite it, Zhou Lüchen took a puff of cigarette with all his strength. The rich and pungent nicotine gathered in his throat, and the smoke came out without any fuss.

As if by mistake, he raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the little girl in front of him, "Yes, it's guaranteed for seven days."

Shen Jing walked into him with an enchanting posture, "Then...does it sound good?"

A timid pause.

It was as if she insisted on him giving an evaluation.

I won’t say whether I will cry.

Zhou Lüchen really didn't listen to a single word seriously, he only used it for entertainment and entertainment. He smiled playfully, and the smoke in the air dispersed lonely between the two people.

"You are beautiful."

The four words "Your Excellency" are an understatement.

Shen Jing's behavior became bold, and she stood on tiptoes to look at him levelly, insisting that he take a serious look at those clear and moist eyes, "Tell me, how beautiful she is."

Zhou Lüchen smiled, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and replied to her very calmly, "The cheongsam suits you very well."

Perhaps because of the pleasure of being praised, her smile became brighter and more charming.

Zhou Lüchen raised his arm respectfully, motioning to the cigarette in his hand, and raised his eyebrows, asking her to stay away.

Shen Jing is very sensible and will not get too close to Zhou Luchen. This conscious sense of distance makes him feel comfortable.

She smiled and turned around, "See you at 10 o'clock tomorrow."

She twisted her waist inexplicably, and the tassels of her cheongsam seemed to be swaying like a soul.

At the end of the corridor, only her back was left.

What can I say, what a young girl.

The smoke in your mouth has a slightly sweet taste.

"Second Young Master, are the cigarettes in your hand Hetianxia?" she also asked.

Zhou Lüchen turned around and entered the elevator without answering her words.

So what if it is He Tianxia.

As far as Zhou Lüchen is concerned.

Shen Jing's deliberate approach was just like that of the female companions who were by his side in the past, and her methods were inconspicuous. The only difference was that she could see through her ambitions and goals at a glance, and Wu Nong's soft-spoken tone was directed at him.

Zhou Lüchen thought about it at that time and came to him. What did he want? To make her famous? Considering his status, that was not simple.

So, at the Peninsula Wine Restaurant at night, I thought that Shen Jing was drinking red wine so arrogantly because she was very strong. Unexpectedly, she became confused after just one sip and took the initiative to climb on his neck and insisted on being hugged by him when she said it was hot.

Zhou Lüchen did not push away, but pinched her soft waist, "Follow me?"

She nodded obediently, kissed his throat, "With you."

Out of instinct, Zhou Luchen pushed her away without even kissing her, and out of desire, he held her in his arms and moved into the presidential suite upstairs, thinking of raising her.

But Shen Jing refused to accept his card, which made him lose all good impressions of Shen Jing.

Zhou Luchen really couldn't understand that even though Lu Siyuan was sleeping on his bed, he still had no feelings for Lu Siyuan. In terms of figure, Lu Siyuan was a mature woman. She was extremely beautiful and had what she wanted. In terms of obedience, Lu Siyuan was not bad either. She always had it. She squandered all kinds of tenderness on him to please him, perhaps thinking that before Lu Siyuan lured him, there were countless young men in the circle who coveted her. Even though she was a noble person, when she fell into his hands, he still lacked interest and hormonal impulse.

He understood that he was attracted to Shen Jing based on his feelings, not love at first sight.

Shen Jing understood his straightforwardness and tacit understanding.

But gradually, I realized that Shen Jing was actually the most ambitious one. She came here for feelings and wanted his heart.

High end game.

Make him fall for love.

The monk's chanting stopped.

At this time, Shen Jing didn't notice the conversation between her grandparents and her grandson. She watched Sister Fang peeling the pine nuts carefully and followed. After a few minutes, she placed a small plate in front of Zhou Lüchen and said, "I'm full, can you taste it?" taste."