time-limited addiction

The black commercial vehicle headed to the airport and drove on the Ring Expressway, the driver accelerated.

Mr. Tuesday, who was on the phone, was leaning on the back seat and flipping through documents.

The collar of the shirt was loosely opened, and under the straight neck stem, the collarbone was half exposed, and the sexiness was peaked.

The mobile phone on the workbench is hands-free, with a string of numbers that have never been saved.

He slowly stirred the ice cubes in the glass, "What time is it?"

"It's the champion."

The old Mr. Zhao in the call is also the referee of this pipa exchange competition, "The girl was injured and insisted on going on stage. She didn't cry or make trouble. She performed well."

Zhou Lu remained silent.

Mr. Zhao added, "We will severely punish violators and ban them for life. It's a pity that the girl's hand will not heal in a while, and the tissues in the trash can in the backstage are bloody."

He whispered, "Uncle Zhao, please take care of it."

Mr. Zhao, "No trouble, the police are here."

Zhou Lu stretched out his hand, dialed the call, leaned next to him, took two slices of lemon and soaked them in ice water.
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When the police came to investigate and collect evidence.

Shen Jing directly handed in the recording, "I don't mind if she spread rumors. Mr. Zhou Xiangqun is an honest person and should not be affected by these crazy words. This has been suspected of slander and slander. My young heart has been seriously hurt."

Lu Yi was stunned.

Oh my god, it's getting more and more serious.

Fortunately, Shen Jing didn't mention the string changing of the pipa. Fortunately, the evidence was destroyed long ago.

Lu Yi looked at Shu Shu, "I'm not spreading rumors, I'm just joking."

Shen Jing's eyes suddenly turned red, "I personally pay attention to my reputation, and I don't accept any jokes without evidence."

The more he talked, the more pitiful he looked on the verge of crying.

Lu Yi was stunned, and looked at Shen Jing in disbelief, there's no need to cry.

What a big deal, is it necessary?

Under the entanglement of the two sides.

Shen Jing bit her lip and said in a low voice, "Think about it clearly, Mr. Zhou Xiangqun didn't score during the final."

Shen Jing was surprised at this point, he must have predicted the other party's prediction for something old-fashioned.

Protect her from the trouble of going through the back door.

This is a fact, and everyone present can prove that Zhou Xiangqun was not involved.

After a while, Shen Jing added, "You can look down on me coming out of the teahouse, but the referees are all prestigious artist teachers in the industry. Are you saying in front of them that they don't respect culture and art?"

Those few were over fifty years old and had gray hair. Shen Jing's opening mouth would undoubtedly drag the referee into the water.

No matter how Lu Yi explained it, he couldn't explain it clearly, and even two old gentlemen left the dispute field with a cold face.

When they came to this status, they valued prestige and reputation more, and this impurity was slapped on the face.

She can still speak well, and she is especially good at pretending to be pitiful.

Tell her any more, and the entire organizer will be dragged into the water by her.

If you think there is an inside story about what they gave to the champion, it must be a problem with the organizers.

It can't be her problem.

This is a bit too much, Shen Jing.

"Zhou Xiangqun has an affair with you." Lu Yi was still defending, "I saw Zhou Xiangqun's assistant hang a bag of things at the door of Room 6022 every morning."

Everyone looked at Shen Jing.

Upon hearing this, Shen Jing pursed her lips, "We do know each other, the things in the bag are deep-fried dough sticks and tofu flowers."

Not far away, Zhou Xiangqun left with a serious face after hearing those words, his face was as dark as hell.

The assistant packed up his things and followed Zhou Xiangqun.

How could that Ms. Shen talk about everything, a few deep-fried dough sticks as treats, for fear that others would not know if Mr. Zhou is stingy.

quite a while.

Hongqi L5 leaves the parking lot.

Zhou Xiangqun in the back seat rubbed his temples, and told his assistant slowly, "You pick her up for dinner at the old house later, the Zhou family's cook is not only good at doing these two things, the Zhou family is not poor, and there is still some rice and meat."

The assistant was silent for a long time, unable to answer a word.
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Things come to an end.

Shushu held the evidence of monitoring in his hands and educated Lu Yi.

Lu Yi bowed deeply, "I'm sorry."

Shen Jing didn't listen, and turned to leave.

It was noon that day.

Official v of the Cultural Cup in Beijing: Thanks to people from all walks of life for their support and attention to this competition. In the middle of the competition, some contestants @卢意@秦晓凡 targeted others. This behavior seriously violated the rules of the competition. We will strengthen supervision and management in the future, and once again Student @露意, student @秦晓凡 is banned for life

Back to the hotel accommodation.

Shen Jing looked at the trophy on the table, and then at the snow outside the window.

People's hearts are generally like this. A bag of fried dough sticks can catch wind and shadows, and talking to each other is just going through the back door.

If Lu Yi didn't stir the water on purpose, she really didn't think about switching to her left hand. At that time, she just thought that Grandma Xu thought she stayed too long, so she should learn to leave earlier.

She has muscle memory in her left hand fingering, so she didn't panic when she went on stage.

Xing Fei agreed to stay with her in Beijing to play, and the two of them were not in a hurry to go back, nor did they pay attention to things on the Internet.

It's time to eat and drink, and I went skiing at the ski resort in the suburbs, soaked in hot springs, and ate hot pot.

When returning to the hotel, he could see Zhou Xiangqun's assistant standing under the porch from a distance, standing upright.

Shen Jing didn't say hello, so she wasn't familiar with her.

Looking at each other, the assistant stepped forward to stop her.

"Mr. Zhou wants to invite you back to Zhou's house for dinner. He greets you frequently recently. He doesn't want others to spread rumors and cause you a lot of trouble. He apologizes."

What's the trouble, without Zhou Xiangqun's direct evidence, she can't refute Lu Yi's little trick.

At most, there are recordings accusing Lu Yi of spreading rumors.

She didn't even have time to say thank you.

The assistant has already opened the car door, "Please get in the car."

Shen Jing sent a text message to Xing Fei and got into the car.

The snow was falling very hard, Shen Jing was lying on the window, she didn't know the way, she didn't know where to go, the whole journey was quiet.

The assistant concentrates on driving and doesn't bother her to watch the snow. I always feel that all southerners like to watch the snow?

Arrived at the destination.

The assistant got out of the car and opened the door, "You go in first, I'll park the car."

Shen Jing nodded and got off the car, looking up at the open big red door.

There are two big stone lions at the gate.

Shen Jing strolled up the steps and stepped into the door with a sense of history.

At the end of the year and in winter, snow falls on the courtyard with blue tiles and red walls. The courtyard is deep and spacious.

Zhou's servants were clearing the snow from the branches of the crabapple in the courtyard, knocking it down and shoveling it away.

Is it the crabapple tree that Zhou Lushen mentioned? It's a pity that she came at the wrong time.

Following the guide, Shen Jing walked through the colonnade and went to the backyard, when she heard a burst of chatty laughter from the old man in the living room.

"Knock it lightly. Second Mistress's shoulders are sore and numb when the snow falls. Second Mistress is really old."

Behind the very old screen with inverted blessing characters, a man gave a faint chuckle.

Listening to the laughter, Shen Jing walked forward, but her steps were all in vain.

It always doesn't feel right.

The guide saw her hesitation, and waited patiently for her, "Miss Shen, please come, the eldest son said that you are his guest, so don't be cautious today."

Shen Jing patted the snowflakes on her jacket and nodded.

Maybe hallucinating him, she thought.