time-limited addiction

"That's a lot of money."

Shen Jing brewed a pot of chrysanthemum tea slowly, and the first time she saw Zhuang Ming, she knew in her heart who the big guy who was spreading money outside the door was.

"The second son only has one hour, you see, make an offer." Zhuang Ming said.

It was just one hour, but now her back hurts and she feels uncomfortable after sitting for a long time.

Shen Jing didn't open her mouth like a lion, "Whatever the head of the group takes."

Zhuang Ming took a step forward, then stopped and looked at her, "He doesn't drink chrysanthemum tea."

"The shop is shabby, only chrysanthemum tea." Shen Jing put the teapot on the table, "He needs to reduce the fire."

Zhuang Ming didn't understand, Zhou Luchen's health was checked regularly by his family doctor, he had a light diet, except for tobacco and alcohol, and he wasn't too hot.

Colleagues upstairs are playing and packing up for get off work.

"Let's go, the turnover of the teahouse will be handed over to you."

Shen Jing looked up and said, "Brothers and sisters, go slowly."

It caused the colleague to laugh out loud, and the noble young master who came to her knew everything.

They have never met that noble young master, he is low-key and doesn't like to make publicity.

Sorry to stay onlookers.

It is the first time to book a teahouse.

Everyone who comes to the teahouse to listen to Pingtan is a guest, no matter whether Shen Jing had a little bit of resentment for Zhou Luchen's domineering possession before, it is gone now.

Zhou Lv Shen chartered the venue and only listened for one hour.

Mr. Tuesday, who used to call the wind and shake the rain, is so obsessed today that he wants to listen to Pingtan.

After simply tidying up her makeup and hair, Shen Jing sat on the stage and waited for him with her pipa in her arms.

Since Zhou Lv entered the door, Zhuang Ming closed the door of the teahouse.

No one can come in and snoop.

The light is not too dark, and the weaving lamps in the tea house are warmer.

Zhou Luchen's suit was spotless, and his steps were elegant. When he looked at her, his eyebrows were as calm as water, and he took the main seat calmly, and he acted like a regular visitor who has been here for many years.

Shen Jing withdrew her gaze and lightly raised her finger to tap the string.

Generously book the venue, and spend 10,000+ outside, I can't let my lover lose this money.

She has always known how to use her beauty and charm.

What if he feels that he is at a loss and doesn't come to book the venue in the future.

He came and opened for a year.

The beauty on the stage, delicate and soft, was dressed in a black rusty golden bird cheongsam, her long hair was loosely tied at the back of her head, and the ribbon was lightly wrapped.

"Amidst the Rain Singing Yangzhou".

Qingping tune, tasting Wu Nong's soft words, soft to the ears, so gentle.

In the strings, her charm is there, like a bunch of swaying dust.

There were only three people in the empty tea house.

Zhou Lv, who was in the audience, explored the tea deeply, watching her lips open and close, and his index finger bent to take a cup of chrysanthemum tea that clears the liver and relieves fire.

When Shen Jing saw it, she suddenly stopped talking, looked at the man under the stage, and then looked at the cup of tea.

Xiu frowned.

She was angry, obviously.

Zhou Lushen lowered his head and smiled, and picked up his teacup again.

Also.

Fire down.

With no worries about food and clothing, he is a picky person, not to say that a cup of chrysanthemum tea will be disgusted, but the faint sweetness, he is not used to it.

Seeing Zhou Luchen pick up the teacup again, Shen Jing continued to play the pipa.

Zhuang Ming stood straight behind him, listening silently, his posture was like the seven days of a grand theater.

"Should I change your tea?" Zhuang Ming bent down and asked.

Zhou Lushen rubbed his fingers against the rim of the porcelain teacup, but asked inscrutablely, "Do you understand?"

Zhuang Ming wanted to say that he didn't understand, but since he didn't want to beat the Second Young Master, he said it euphemistically, using the words "very nice to hear".

Zhou Lushen took it easy, "Tell the truth."

Zhuang Ming immediately replied honestly, almost cautiously, "Sorry, Zhuang Ming doesn't understand either."

There are many people who like Shen Jing, especially outsiders, so I went to Sioux City just for her.

It sounds good even if you don't understand Su language.

Zhou Lv rested his hands on his temples, feeling a little tired. He went out to sea last night and stayed up all night. We have a joint meeting at 9 o'clock.

On the stage, she had a soft voice and sang, "Mountains are high and rivers are far away, and love is inseparable."

This Su dialect is understandable to people.

When looking at Shen Jing again, Zhou Lu raised his lips slightly, his deep eyes fixed on her face.

Her cheeks were unexpectedly flushed and hot, and her eyes were a little flustered.

Zhou Luchen's smile deepened.

Zhuang Ming bent down and said in a low voice, "Zhuang Ming understands this sentence, the mountains are high and the waters are far away, and the rain is continuous, and the love is close."

Her frankness.

with emotion.

Even though Zhou Lushen was listening carefully, his expression was still calm.

It is confusing but not chaotic.

When the curtain ended, she stood up and stepped off the stage, walking towards him.

After a long time, the pot of chrysanthemum tea has cooled down.

Shen Jing pushed it away, leaned her back against the table, and gently held her fingers back.

Facing Zhou Lushen's posture, he lowered his head to look at him, feeling each other's gaze.

Even though Zhou Luchen was sitting, she was standing.

Although he didn't do anything, his innate superior figure still existed noble.

He looked at her leisurely, looked at her and asked, "Satisfied?"

Satisfied, this month's bonus has doubled.

Shen Jing lowered her lips pretending to be dissatisfied, and lowered her voice, just saying 'um'.

Her expression and her actions all showed that her satisfaction was very pretentious and perfunctory.

Zhou Lu rested his hands on the side of his face and looked at her. The corners of his mouth slowly curved slightly, "It's a little thing that can disturb people."

Shen Jing moved her feet, the French retro white shoes touched the man's leather shoes, the toe of the shoe rubbed against the toe of the shoe, her eyes rippling like a pool of spring water when she smiled.

Zhuang Ming, who was motionless, turned his head, pretending not to see.

The girl next to the second son.

This one has always been the most troublesome one.

I don't know what to hide.

No one dares to touch the second young master's temper twice in three days. If he dares to touch his bottom line and provoke him, he will say goodbye to you, or he will be so unfamiliar and cold that he has never known him before.

With him, too obedient, no, boring and boring.Those who are disobedient are even worse, and the next one will be better.

Rather, I don't have to ask you to please him everywhere, it's really what a man likes in his heart, you can't make trouble any way you want.

According to the second son's ability, it doesn't matter if the sky collapses, he will support you in front of you against the blame of the gods.

Shen Jing who was standing there tilted her head and asked, "The money is not wasted."

Zhou Lu sighed deeply, "I'll earn it back later."

There are no satisfactory answers.

After he enjoyed it, he turned his face and felt dissatisfied.

"Calculate how much you spend today." He asked Zhuang Ming.

Zhuang Ming had already prepared, "24."

Zhou Lu admired her deeply, as if admiring a valuable precious jade, and said lightly and jokingly, "24 see you."

She whispered, "Then you close your eyes, and I will make it up to you."

Zhou Lu raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Close your eyes too, Zhuang Ming." Shen Jing added a condition, "You are not allowed to peek."

Zhuang Ming glanced at his second young master from the corner of his eye, seeing that he acquiesced, Zhuang Ming had no choice but to close his eyes.

Zhou Lu closed his eyes slowly, and while he did so, Shen Jing bent down and looked at the face with superior features and noble features with a smile.

Under the thick black shattered hair, take a closer look at his thick eyebrows, up to the long eyelashes, up to the high bridge of the nose, and kiss under the prints of his thin and tight lips.

When each other's lips are pressed together.

There was even a slight, stealing 'zi'.

His lips are wet.

Zhou Lv frowned deeply, 24 is this?
Shen Jing looked at him and commented, "You are not easily satisfied."