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He didn't look back, his voice was mocking, "Don't pretend."

The more he was unwilling, the more Shen Jing wanted to seduce him, but she really refused, "Then how do we go?"

Jiaojiao timid.

Ignore her, she can really lie there wronged and lose her temper.

The driver leaned aside and waited, but there was no way to touch this 'ancestor'.

Zhou Luchen finally stretched out one hand, and just as Shen Jing put it on, her calf seemed to be twisted, causing her to gasp in pain.

He turned sideways, only to realize that Shen Jing's legs were really numb, so he leaned over and clasped her waist, and finally hugged her to his chest without saying a word.

Shen Jing unconsciously hooked her lower lip, raised her arm, and wrapped it around his neck.

With his physical strength, every time he picked her up, it was extraordinarily easy, like holding a child.

Look up again.

Zhou Luchen's handsome face with sharp lines is close at hand, his skin is so fair that there is no blemish, and his thick and colorful eyebrows are full of dullness.

How could the aristocratic family raise such a noble son who turned the appearance of all living beings upside down?

She kind of wanted to thank the Zhou family for their genes and family background.

Qian Quan supported him.

In terms of aura and appearance, among the men she has met in this world, there is really no one who can compare with Zhou Luchen.

Others said indifferently, "Still watching?"

Shen Jing praised in a low voice, "Sometimes the more you look at it, the more you fall in love."

Zhou Lv snorted lightly, obviously unable to see any emotion or anger, the voice of rolling laughter in his throat was low and sexy, "Look on the bed."

That kind of smell that goes against his dignified appearance.

Hot and taboo.

It's too wild.

It made Shen Jing's cheeks uncontrollably blush, and she quietly hid in Zhou Luchen's suit.

His embrace always exudes a faint fragrance, intertwined with the breath of hormones, enveloping her strongly.

Zhou Luchen tightened his arms, "Afraid?"

"Afraid." She looked innocent and lively.

The driver pressed the elevator button, stood outside and nodded, watching them go up.
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into the room.

The light control immediately senses full brightness.

After winding through the living room, she was carried into the study by Zhou Lushen and thrown on the sofa.

There was a rustling sound on the sofa pillows.

Shen Jing rubbed her waist in pain, "Are you throwing toys?"

Zhou Lv spoke in a deep voice, lowered his upper body, put one hand on the armrest of the sofa, cornered her, stared at her with interest, and raised his eyebrows for a while.

She made him sweat.

Zhou Lvchen raised his hand to loosen the tie, and pinched her wrist under the tie below his Adam's apple domineeringly with one hand, asking her to untie it for him.

Shen Jing twitched her fingers. She was anxious when she unpacked it for him before, but now she almost forgot how to take it apart.

Stared at by his long eyes as deep as the black sea, Shen Jing became more and more nervous, like a cat's paws can only rub.

Zhou Lushen couldn't help chuckling, "Just play here by yourself."

Shen Jing was stunned for a moment, then realized that before that, all she could think about was... being dirty with him.

After a while, Shen Jing pretended to ask, "Did you not finish your work?"

He is.

Shen Jing lowered her eyes, "I'm hungry."

Zhou Lu Shen, "What do you want to eat?"

Shen Jing licked her lower lip, "The spicy pickled cabbage made by the cooking aunt last time is very sour and delicious."

Zhou Luchen's upper body leaned even lower, and his tone was frivolous, with a bit of ambiguity, "Is she pregnant?"

For no reason, the blood in Shen Jing's heart seemed to be drained, and she squeezed the tie tightly.

"No." She raised her head and looked back at him, "I don't want to be pregnant, I can't give birth at all."

Zhou Lv's deep lip curled into a shallow smile, "Would you like to?"

Is it because he wants to have his child? It's so wicked. Shen Jing smoothly pulled off his tie and threw it behind the sofa, "Do you know how to raise it?"

How ruthless he is, "Don't raise it."

Every time it is entirely up to him to control and lead, there will be no 'happy surprises' happen.

Zhou Lu's thin lips were pressed close to her ears, and while he was panting sexy, he said meaningfully, "Be good, be cute."

"I'm not good at all."

If she was good enough, she wouldn't be eyeing the second son of the Zhou family who was the toughest in Shanghai.

Zhou Lv pressed his cheeks deeply, smiled, and unbuttoned his shirt with his slender fingers until the gun-black buttons fell off, and the gray shirt fell off and he hung it on the armrest.

The barrier of the latissimus dorsi is exposed, full of wildness.

When Zhou Lu sank into the bathroom to take a shower.

The aunt really came to the door and cooked a small pot of black rice porridge with spicy sauce and sauerkraut.

Shen Jing was more curious, and leaned aside to watch what her aunt did.

Although the aunt said little, she knew her intentions and told her from time to time.

"Don't teach, I don't learn."

Shen Jing didn't come here to learn how to cook or to visit, "The other half won't know how to eat takeaway together."

Aunt:?
In the end, Xiaoxiao, nine of the ten hosts who can live in this place are rich, and the remaining one is a powerful person.

Occasionally live here, quite a romantic place to buy.

I'm used to seeing this little girl with delicate skin and tender flesh, she is not suitable for housework if she is coquettish, and seeing that this couple doesn't live in this apartment for a long time.

Auntie cleaned up the kitchen, said hello and left.

Shen Jing sat at the bar and ate alone. After thinking about it, she scooped up a small bowl and went to the study.

She used to accompany Zhou Lushen to social gatherings, and he seldom used his chopsticks to eat. He would just say a few words, and when things went wrong, he got up without even looking at the contract, and left many capitalists at the dinner table.

It's so late, he must be hungry.

Shen Jing made a glass of lemon ice water by the way, put it on the tray and held it up.

Pushing open the door, the air conditioner in the room was extremely low. She still liked the feeling of taking off her shoes and stepping on the soft handmade wool carpet.

Look forward.

In front of the desk, Zhou Lu leaned his head slightly on the leather chair and stared at her. He wore a loose bathrobe and wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. sense of sight.

Shen Jing walked over, sat down on his lap, and put the tray away.

His fingers hooked the silver-rimmed glasses on his handsome nose, and his manner was quite intimate.

It's no wonder that a pair of eyes are extremely passionate and romantic, and your son takes good care of his eyes while watching the computer.

"Does Mr. Zhou like to work at night?"

Zhou Lvchen twisted her waist, leaning close to her ear, "Aren't you busy with you?"

Shen Jing didn't dare to be that.

"You have to depend on me."

Zhou Lv squinted his eyes half-closed, smiled loosely, and tapped the keyboard with his hands over her.

Shen Jing took off his glasses and put them on the table, picked up the bowl and put it in Zhou Luchen's hands, "It tastes better when it's cold."

She's really good at coaxing.

Zhou Lvchen obviously benefited from her gentleness, so he didn't take the bowl and asked her to feed it.

Shen Jing tilted her head to look at him.

"Where is your hand, Zhou Lvchen?"

Zhou Lv pressed his finger on her waist and moved it up, poking into the hem of the clothes in a bad manner, asking her to feel the heat of his palm and the pain of pressure, "What do you think?"

Shen Jing couldn't help itching in his arms, turned sideways, her arms limply wrapped around his neck, "That's fine."

You have to be fed when you eat, with a superior attitude.

Shen Jing was patient, she took a tissue in her hand, gently scooped up a small spoon, and watched him eat while feeding.

It is rare for him to look a little more relaxed. Thinking about it, it's not like he can't be gentle.

"What is your heart made of?"