time-limited addiction

Chapter 129 His Lost Expensive Pet
It's fine here.

Shen Jing really didn't know where the sea was.

It didn't rain at all.

The interior of the yacht is spacious, and the crystal lights are dazzling.

"Miss Shen." The waiter reminded, "Let's change clothes first. Mr. Zhou is chatting with friends on the terrace. It's not convenient for you to go there."

Yes.

How clean they are.

More cleanliness.

Shen Jing sneered, went to the bathroom, zipped it up, took off the raincoat and handed it to the waiter, wearing a raincoat was really inappropriate and stupid.

After tidying up, we went to the terrace sofa area.

The terrace sofa area was full of people, and Zhou Lushen's wealthy friends didn't know what they were talking about, and they smiled leisurely one after another.

These friends of his, Shen Jing has never met, they are all about his age, men and women.

among them.

Zhou Lushen was lazily leaning on the sofa and chatting with friends. His long legs were crossed, the neckline of his black shirt was slightly open, and his bony and sharp collarbone was half hidden, making him very sexy.

While talking and laughing, I played with the mobile phone in my hand from time to time, looking graceful and luxurious.

His friend asked, "It's rare for you to worry about it. Didn't you let the helicopter pick you up?"

Zhou Luchen seemed to smile, "That little fox gets lost from time to time, it takes a lot of time."

His friend laughed too.

Shen Jing understands and talks about her in her spare time.

His lukewarm mention, inadvertently reveals an irrelevant attitude.

She's like someone who is important and not important enough.

At least, she is still anonymous.

The gazes of the two slowly met.

Zhou Lu took a sip of the wine lightly, his slightly drunken eyes just staring directly at her, the smile in his eyes was still there, and there was a hint of scrutiny in his carelessness.

"Come here." He said coldly.

Shen Jing moved closer.

Zhou Lushen's hand holding the whiskey glass slowly motioned in her direction, talking with his friend.

With a cool and elegant sitting posture, he seems to be joking: This is my expensive pet that got lost on the highway
After a while, his friend got up and greeted Shen Jing politely, "Hello, Xie Qinyang, from Beijing."

Shen Jing nodded, "Hello, Shen Jing."

At this time, Zhuang Ming bowed down respectfully from behind Zhou Lu, "She hasn't eaten yet, and she kept complaining on the plane."

Zhou Lu put down his wine glass calmly, pointed at the table with his finger, and motioned for the people below to serve the food.

The wine on the coffee table was taken away, and the dishes were served.

Shen Jing still didn't speak, she sat down on the single sofa opposite him, moved her chopsticks, and served a large table of exquisite dishes.

Taking small sips of millet porridge, his cheeks bulged.

Zhou Lu pulled out a tissue and handed it to her, "Who will grab it from you."

She raised her head, her eyes seemed to have cried, hiding the mist of love and pity.

Zhou Luchen was silent for a moment, his long arms crossed the coffee table, and in front of his friend, he calmly wiped the rice grains off her mouth in full view.

Shen Jing's heart skipped a beat, and she straightened her waist, "Is sticking rice ugly?"

Zhou Lu said in a hoarse voice, "Who is looking at you so idle."

Shen Jing turned her head, indeed.

No one was watching, his friends were drinking and having fun, or talking about things by themselves.

She continued to eat with her chopsticks, "I've been hungry for a long time."

Zhou Luchen threw the tissue in his hand into the trash can, "Why don't you call when you're stuck."

His voice was reprimanded, and he looked very ruthless. Shen Jing lowered her head for no reason, "Didn't Zhuang Ming hit you?"

His jaw was tense, and his attitude was still cold, "Without Zhuang Ming, what would you do?"

Shen Jing turned her face away, "You scolded me again."

Zhou Lvchen stretched out his hand, squeezed her chin back, and forced her to straighten up and face him.

"Is there still trouble?"

(End of this chapter)