time-limited addiction

Chapter 62 Arrange a blind date
Shen Jing just looked at the skyscrapers outside the window with a smile, and concentrated on the pictures on the screen.

Why are big stars so popular.

There is a car driving slowly ahead.

Zhou Lu honked the horn heavily, looking impatient, "See what she does."

Shen Jing looked up and watched him speeding up to pass the car, said three sour words, "She looks good."

Zhou Lu answered vaguely with a smile, "Not as good-looking as you."

Shen Jing raised her hand and brushed her hair, accepting this compliment quite generously.

"That's natural. I don't know who it is. Last night when Yuanyang took a bath, he hugged me and accused me of being transformed into a thousand-year-old fairy."

Zhou Lu looked at her deeply, and came to open the dyeing workshop.

Shen Jing approached him with a docile appearance, and stared at him sideways with some fascination, "Is it you?"

The phone rang at this moment.

He raised his eyebrows and let the phone ring for a long time before answering it.

The bluetooth headset was on his ear, Shen Jing couldn't hear who was there.

The air became quieter.

Everything about Zhou Luchen was so indifferent, even the tone of voice was a faint 'hmm' back there.

After the call ends.

He took off the bluetooth headset, braked to a stop on the side of the road, took out a wad of cash from his wallet, put it in her hand, and asked her to find a car to go back by herself.

Shen Jing held the money and looked up at him, "Where are you going?"

"Something happened."

Just two words if there is something to do, and I will send her away.

It is so cold in late autumn, there is a car to pick up and drop off every day, Shen Jing is not wrapped up much, and the cheongsam is still slit, which makes her feel colder, and her body feels cold when she gets out of the car.

She hugged her shoulders with one hand, her nose was sore from the cold, "Drive slowly."

When Zhou Lushen started the car, he glanced at her blankly, lowered the window, "Come here."

Shen Jing looked into the car, followed his words and walked around to the driver's seat.

A black suit was tucked into her arms, and it smelled very nice with a faint scent of heavy wood lavender.

Shen Jing was stunned.

Those indifferent eyes looked at her lightly, she understood what he meant, bent down, and sent a sweet kiss to his handsome side face.

Shallowly, kissed.

"Okay, Mr. Tuesday."

Zhou Lu smiled and hit the gas pedal, and walked away.

He went back to Zhou's house.

Shen Jing guessed it, and took the wad of money to another car to go to grandma's for dinner.

The old lady eats early, so Shen Jing can only cook a new meal.

The old lady surrounded her with a cane, nagging why she came to see her every day.

Forget it, it's not her who comes to see her every day.

Shen Jing didn't explain.

Sun Bo next door brought two pots of tea and came over to eat.

At the dinner table, the old lady asked Uncle Sun, mysteriously, "Look at my grandson, she is always cute."

Uncle Sun put on his presbyopic glasses, and looked at Shen Jing benevolently, "You look pretty, let them meet for dinner?"

The old lady picked up the teacup elegantly and nodded, "I think it will work."

Shen Jing didn't understand what they said, so she gnawed on a piece of pork ribs.

When Shen Jing got up to wash the dishes, Uncle Sun felt more and more satisfied with the look.

Uncle Sun discussed with the old lady, "If my niece takes a fancy to my boy, my generous pension will finally come in handy."

The old lady nodded, "I don't care about her lifelong affairs, who knows that the Shen family doesn't care."

Uncle Sun whispered, "Let them meet first."

Shen Jing suddenly turned her head, "Who sees whom?"

The two looked at each other knowingly, and they didn't speak again.

As deserted and desolate as it is here, the Zhou family mansion compound located in the wealthy area is as lively and grand as it is.

Zhou Xiangqun went back to Zhou's house with Mr. Zhou, and this dinner was a dinner with Zhou's family.

Zhou Xiangqun has been working with Mr. Zhou in the capital, and it is rare for him to come back to live.

Backed by the status of the eldest son of the Zhou family, the status of the capital is decent, he is filial in front of others, he is thoughtful and calm in his work, and he is upright and upright.

How many wealthy families brought their daughters to visit Mr. Zhou's family to explore the wind.

It is said that Mr. Zhou deliberately handed over the position of Patriarch of the Zhou family to Zhou Xiangqun.

The position of president of United Bank, which everyone envied outside, is only part of the property of the Zhou family.

On old traces.

There is also a secret Zhou family in the capital. At that time, Mr. Zhou and Mrs. Zhou divorced peacefully, and after remarrying, they lived in the capital and started a new family.

Since then, the Zhou family in Shanghai and the Zhou family in Beijing are two families.

But generally speaking, they are related by blood.

The family business is prosperous, but they are not filial, and there are not all descendants of the Zhou family in the capital, so Zhou Xiangqun is adopted and raised as a grandson.

It doesn't matter if it's Young Master Zhou or the eldest son of the Zhou family.

As long as he can marry the Zhou family, the future is bright.

at the banquet.

Zhou Lv Shen didn't know what to eat, and the dinner was full of respectable elders.

He wasn't keen on socializing with these things, and he had the right to make the old lady happy when he came back. After two sips of tea, he got up and left his seat.

Oncoming was Zhou Xiangqun with a bright smile, and the meaning of his mouth was unclear, "Is it appropriate to throw a girl by the side of the road?"

Zhou Lushen looked at Zhou Xiangqun extremely perfunctorily, his gaze was calm.

Zhou Xiangqun also asked, "To what extent are you all in the car and don't take it home for dinner?"

Zhou Lu leaned against the Sijiao Pavilion, always looking calm and relaxed, "When did you become so fond of watching the excitement?"

Zhou Xiangqun spread his hands and smiled, "Are those elders in the front hall here to give gifts? They are after you. Can you take care of so many beauties?"

Zhou Lu sighed, turned indifferently and entered the study.

Inside the study.

Mr. Zhou sat in the main seat, and the 11-meter-long "Di Zhu Ming" was pulled on both sides by servants.

When Mr. Zhou returned home in his spare time, he would touch this magnificent treasure and come out to copy the font.

Standing on either side of the desk.

One is an adopted grandson and the other is a biological grandson.

The grand prince's business Chinese tunic suit wears a version, which is gentle and gentle.

The second young master was sitting on the side playing with his mobile phone. The iron-gray shirt was made of soft and fine material that made it look thin, and his chest swelled. He leaned lazily on the edge of the table, calm and unmoved.

Mr. Zhou put down the brush, "Where's the coat, isn't it cold?"

Knowing to ask himself, Zhou Lu squinted his eyes and smiled, "I can carry it."

Mr. Zhou kept looking at Zhou Lushen, "Why do you always like to ask your elder brother to do things?"

He smoked and said hoarsely, "He likes to stop me."

Mr. Zhou's eyebrows were serious, "Don't worry about things that have nothing to do with the Zhou family's property."

Before the old man could finish asking, Zhou Lushen threw away the cigarette butt, "There are so many people with the surname Zhou, which Zhou family are you talking about?"

Mr. Zhou followed him with his eyes, "That's all. After your mother leaves, no one can control you."

Zhou Xiangqun put the pen back into Mr. Zhou's hand, and patiently studied the ink, "Grandpa calm down, what he did was not a bad thing, he is young and energetic, and he can make up for it himself, so don't worry about him."

Old Man Zhou snorted, still scolding Zhou Lushen, "You don't want this or that, you don't know what else you can fancy in the world."

Zhou Lushen kept silent and flicked his phone.

At this moment, he received a message from Shen Jing.

"When will you come back"

He stretched his eyebrows inadvertently, and typed with his fingertips, "later"

(End of this chapter)