lure her into deep

On the first night after entering the house, the dog man honestly did nothing.

Probably due to overwork, Cen Jia also slept very soundly this night.

When I woke up the next day, it was just after six in the morning, but I no longer felt sleepy.

Cen Jia turned over, her eyes wandering around the renovated bedroom, and suddenly she felt like this was not her home.

"Are you awake?" A low voice came from behind. The next second, a tall body came up from behind and hugged her into his arms.

The man's body temperature was scorching, making him uncomfortable.

Cen Jia pushed him with her backhand and moved to the edge of the bed.

Zhou Heng chuckled and pulled back the strength of his arms, holding him tighter.

Now the two of them were tightly attached to each other, and Cen Jia felt even worse.

"Can you please stop going crazy so early in the morning!"

"That night?" As he said that, his kiss fell on her neck.

There is no food at home.

Zhou Heng took good care of the little fairy.Then while taking out his mobile phone to order takeout, he asked, "Did you go back to the mansion yesterday?"

Cen Jia weakly said "yes" and seemed to be falling asleep again.

Zhou Hengtang rubbed her head with his hand: "What did your grandfather talk to you about?"

"He told me to hold on to your golden thigh so that I can benefit the Cen family." Cen Jia sold the old man out without even thinking, focusing on being frank and honest.

This answer is not surprising.

Zhou Heng laughed: "What about you? How do you plan to hold my golden thigh?"

Cen Jia suddenly felt unhappy after hearing this.She raised one eyelid and glared at him with one eye: "Stop being narcissistic, I'm going to kick you away!" After saying that, she closed her eyes angrily.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not talk to her seriously.He reached out and touched the cigarette case on the bedside table, hesitated for two seconds and then put it back.

"Zhou Heng."

"Ok?"

"Did something happen to Mr. Cen?"

The man paused slightly, but his tone was as if nothing had happened: "I don't know."

Cen Jia opened her eyes again and looked at him with a little contempt: "Aren't you well-informed? You don't know anything about this."

"Can you please be reasonable!" Zhou Heng faced her accusation with a trace of innocence in his eyes. "No matter how well-informed I am, I have to pay careful attention to get results. I have no business dealings with the Cen family. You have a relationship with them. It’s not good either. Why should I pay attention to irrelevant people when I have nothing to do?”

It seems to make sense, but something seems wrong.

Cen Jia pursed her red lips, stared at him for a while, then made a sound, then changed her position and lay down.

Zhou Heng said nothing more.Just as the phone rang, the takeout I just ordered was delivered.He reached out and grabbed the back of her neck and squeezed twice: "Stop staying in bed and get up to eat." Then he left the bedroom and opened the door.

Neither of them had much appetite for this meal.

After eating, they went out and went to their respective companies.

Zhou Heng has a morning meeting at 09:30. Cen Jia's morning work starts with approving project documents and reading financial statements.

It was almost noon, and the little fairy finally had some leisure time.

Assistant Xiao Qu brought milk tea and desserts, and did not forget to remind her of her schedule: "Mr. Cen, you have an appointment with Mr. Xu from Huarong at 3 p.m., and there is a cocktail party to attend at 7 p.m...."

"Reception?" Cen Jia was startled for a moment, then some impressions flashed through his mind.She remembered that there was a charity reception tonight, led by the Jiangcheng Federation of Industry and Commerce, and there was an auction.Quite important.

The invitation was delivered to her last week, but the dog man caused such a big drama, and she had long forgotten about it in the past two days.Information was swirling in Cen Jia's head, and Xiao Qu also briefly recounted the situation as a reminder.At the end, she dutifully asked: "Mr. Cen, do you still wear the dress you designed to attend? Do you need me to contact the stylist?"

"No need." Cen Jia waved his hand, "I can handle it myself."

She just came back with a small dress that she sent to a show, which is very suitable for an occasion like today.

But when she rushed home to change clothes, she found that she had gained weight.

The dress was originally designed according to the model's measurements, so it was somewhat loose when she put it on.

But now...it doesn't feel too small at all. The shoulders and arms are just right everywhere, even around the waist. It's fully stuffed, and the feeling of emptiness before is gone.

Cen Jia was very sad.

She thought about her recent recipes and became even more sad.

I don’t eat too much junk food either.Moreover, she has always had a physique that keeps her from getting fat no matter how much she eats. The maximum fluctuation is only five pounds.If you exceed this value, you will adjust your weight loss by yourself, and there is no need to manage your figure.

Could it be that as we age, our metabolism declines?

25-year-old Cen Jia suddenly felt the mid-life crisis of 35-year-old.Even the little skirt she was wearing became unattractive and unpleasant to the eyes.

She glanced at the time and saw that it was still too late.Then he took off his clothes, took off his makeup, chose clothes again, and changed his look.

Halfway through the tossing, Zhou Heng sent a message: [Where is it? 】

Cen Jia freed up a hand and replied: [What do you think? 】

A row of ellipses came back over there.Then he added: [In the company? 】

Cen Jia did not tease him this time: [At home.I'm going to attend a charity dinner tonight. Do you have anything to do? 】

Zhou Heng; [That’s good, I’ll pick you up at home.Let's go there together in the evening. 】

Cen Jia looked at the message on the screen and frowned: [Why should I go there with you? 】Isn’t she just a boss and doesn’t deserve to have her own name in the sign-in book?
Zhou Heng’s message came after a few seconds: [Isn’t it natural for unmarried couples to attend banquets together? 】

"?!"

Fuck your uncle’s fiancée!When did the two of them become an unmarried couple?
Did the dog man do something behind her back again?

The more Cen Jia thought about it, the more excited she became. She stopped putting on makeup and quickly typed on the keyboard, bombarding him with messages.But then, the other party didn't reply to her at all.

Cen Jia put her phone on the dressing table, feeling frustrated and angry with nowhere to vent.

She took a breath and picked up her phone again to complain to Jiang Zhe: [I'm going to be so angry, I don't think I can stand this kind of grievance! 】

My friend responded instantly...

【? ? ? 】

【What's wrong?Tell your story! 】

Cen Jia typed on the keyboard faster than before.

The [-]-word essay was divided into several pieces and sent out. The story was still the same, and the central idea remained the same.

In short, it's just the mess between her and the dog man.

In the end, she felt that words were not enough to sublimate her feelings, so she simply sent a voice message: "Jiang Zhe, I don't know what I should say."

"Do you know what scares me the most right now? It's because I found out that not only did I miss the opportunity to make a big splash at the first time and make the dog man look bad, but I also feel like I'm being forced to accept my fate."

"Do you think I will be oppressed by him in the future and unable to stand up anymore?"

There were too many messages, and it took a long time for the person on the other side to reply with one, but it explained an even more cruel fact: "You...haven't ever gotten into trouble before, right?" 】