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eight o'clock.

The two people showed up at the ancestral hall on time.

Facing the gazes of the Zhou family, he stepped across the carved threshold and stepped onto the granite floor.

Zhou Lüchen suddenly let go of Shen Jing's hand and examined her for two seconds, "Jingjing has delicate skin and tender flesh. Please kneel down formally next time you enter."

Shen Jing nodded, watching the thick palms pull away from hers, and walked into the ancestral hall alone.

He burned incense and worshiped, with Zhou Xiangqun beside him.

He was tall and handsome, almost the same as him.

At the same time, two people held three lit sticks of incense and knelt in front of the spiritual tablet together, with their eyes clean and prostrated.

With such a simple move, everything around him instantly became a background.

Even her own existence seemed weak. Shen Jing looked quietly and saw an invisible gap.

How difficult it is for them to love someone seriously.

People who want to live in a world of powerful people are deeply emotional, how sick they are.

The Zhou family tried their best to cultivate them, asking them to hold on to their high positions and to seek power but not love.

In the past 30 years, they have done this, being unsympathetic and unjust, supporting each other without making money or robbing each other.

They both stood up at the same time and handed the incense to the steward and inserted it into the incense burner.

Zhou Luchen dusted off the ashes from his sleeves, turned around, looked at her in a daze, and smiled.

Shen Jing put her thoughts aside and laughed too, but the one next to Zhou Lüchen never looked back.

Once these two types of men come into contact, other men will feel as ordinary as cabbage and boring when they meet them in the future.

She almost wants to laugh at herself, yes, she is also a common person.

Zhou Lüchen's wife is probably on a sunny road. When encountering the sea, he will build a bridge for her.

She still remembers the crackdown on pornography at the most expensive nightclub in Shanghai. She returned to Shanghai overnight and leaned alone by the car waiting for her man.

That man's name is Zhou Lüchen.

Pampering enough.

After pondering for a few seconds, Zhou Lüchen gave her three sticks of incense and put them in her hand, "Take it."

She did not need to kneel, she only had to bend down to pay homage.

Finally, I saw the spiritual tablet on the right, my beloved wife Zhou Yeshi.

Is she their brother's mother?

Zhou Lüchen took Shen Jing's hand and left the ancestral hall. Zhou Xiangqun behind him placed the spiritual tablet, turned around, and left the ancestral hall.

In the Shanghai stock market.

Shen Jing has seen Zhou Lüchen's Night Mansion, the murals on the walls, and the many traces left by Wen Xin.

Naturally, Shen Jing had no intention of staying here overnight and accompanying him to get his things.

Zhou Luchen must have forgotten the traces of other women left in Ye Mansion, so he dared to let her follow the villa without any scruples.

Just like that, Shen Jing stood in front of the mural and admired it.

It is the phoenix flying from nirvana.

That Miss Wei has great ambitions.

Seeing that she was fascinated by the painting, Zhou Lüchen smiled calmly, turned around and hugged her tightly, "Ancestor, can I sell this apartment now?"

Shen Jing smiled softly and said, "Well, do you care? I definitely do. I can't help but care."Is it in the past? As long as Zhou Lüchen lets it go, Shen Jing will be able to live with it.

If he has another Miss Wei in the future, she will not be able to survive.

"I love being jealous most of all." Zhou Luchen added in a low voice, "I've been there since I didn't even know you."

"I know." That's why she has been in Yunding, right.

I really wanted to ask Zhou Luchen why he didn't marry Wen Xin, but he didn't ask.

She seems to have the answer. He thinks he will marry her and is not willing to wait a second.

The Spring Festival comes early, and it is no different from the past. Winter has passed and spring has come.

The final decision was a Chinese-style wedding, and the dress was a kimono. The master craftsman from Jiangnan Embroidery House went out to sew it by hand, which took three months.

At first, she wanted to try on a white wedding dress, but found that she preferred to show off her dignity and elegance in a kimono.

Zhou Lüchen's wealthy master never gave her a chance to hesitate and make a choice. He ordered both Western-style wedding dresses and Chinese-style show kimonos for her.

She finally chose a wedding dress and changed into a show kimono.

Choosing the place in the capital was not for anything else but the place chosen by the Zhou family in the capital. The Shen family was also in the capital. The two families reached an agreement and it was convenient for the Zhou family from Shanghai to come.

Not too low-key, not too ostentatious.

Near the Wenyu River, an old-fashioned manor that has not been open for decades is open for the next three days. It is the address chosen for the wedding of the second son of the Zhou family.

No reporters, no propaganda, no meaningless announcements.

There are guards standing guard near the manor.

No idle personnel are allowed to approach.

It's a perfect setting, and the people who come are not ordinary.

If Shen Jing hadn't seen herself in a wedding dress in the mirror, she would have thought she had fallen into a meeting.

It hasn't started yet, the Zhou family pays attention to auspicious times.

Shen Jing sat alone in the lounge, eating pastries to fill her stomach.

The lounge seemed to have been deliberately emptied, leaving only the man arriving.

If you think about it, that's it.

When the door opened, Shen Jing put down the cake and subconsciously turned around.

She looked at the noble gentleman walking towards her. He was wearing a neat black suit and the fabric wrapped around his long, shapely legs. He was walking towards her step by step.

The most eye-catching thing about your young master is the silver brooch she personally selected. It is so distinguished and exquisite.

Zhou Lüchen came behind her, bent down, and hugged her whole body. Their eyes met in the mirror.

Quietly silent, speechless.

She smiled softly.

Zhou Lüchen laughed accordingly.

He pressed his chin on her shoulder and held her tighter. He looked at the woman wearing a white wedding dress in the mirror. When she tried on the wedding dress, she didn't show it to him. He had to wait until the wedding day to see it. It would be quite appetizing.

The white wedding dress with a hem that took up half a room made her look noble and cool.

In the beginning, it was really because of her beauty that he fell into the trap she had planned for him for a long time.

The swan's neck is exposed, and there are still blood-red rosary beads hanging on it.

Zhou Luchen's kiss fell on her shoulder, "Mrs. Zhou is the most beautiful today."

Shen Jing's nose suddenly became sour, she smiled and pinched his palm, "Slick."

He leaned into Shen Jing's ear and said, "Go to the church in Manhattan and make up for it again."

Shen Jing was not greedy. She focused on the passionate eyes of the man in the mirror and looked at each other gently, "I don't want it. Keep the money and I will buy a villa."

"Mrs. Zhou——"

Zhou Luchen chuckled for a while and pecked her cheek, "You're really stupid."

(End of this chapter)