When Chen Xuewen walked out of the bathroom in a nightgown, Zhou Kun had already prepared all the meals in the living room.

When it is said to be preparing, it is actually putting the dish in the microwave and turning it around.

Then put it on a plate, take out the dishes and chopsticks, and pour two glasses of juice by the way.

It looks pretty good.

After all, it is impossible to cook, it is impossible to cook in this life, and only by ordering takeout and setting the plate can you maintain your life like this.

"Be careful of the cold, wear like this. Zhou Kun looked at Chen Xuewen, who couldn't be covered by her two big white legs, and cared for her out of the spirit of humanitarianism.

"People are hungry. Chen Xuewen pursed her little mouth, very cute.

"I can't stand you. Sit here and don't move, I'll get you a blanket. Zhou Kun complained, turned around and walked towards the sofa.

Hearing Zhou Kun's words, Chen Xuewen smiled: "Husband, you are so good." I want that pink cashmere one, cover it with a little more comfort. ”

On the sofa were scattered several Hermès shawls, cashmere and silk.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the Hermes shawl, which can be used as a B artifact when going out, is just a small blanket to cover his feet when lying on the sofa and watching TV.

Sometimes when he came out of the shower and felt that there was moisture on his feet, Zhou Kun even picked up a shawl worth tens of thousands of yuan to wipe his feet.

After wiping it, it is thrown to the ground as a footcloth.

When Chen Xuewen saw that the Hermes pure cashmere shawl worth tens of thousands was treated like this by Zhou Kun, the whole person's heart could be said to be broken.

There was even some renunciation.

The Hermes that all women dream of, if not a birkin, is just a shawl.

Isn't it too much for you to be a stepping cloth?

Zhou Kun's foot was not only on the Hermes shawl, but also on the faces of their brand fans who regard Hermes as the ultimate belief in life.

You know, this is Hermes!

However, when Chen Xuewen saw Zhou Kun casually open a suitcase that was 33 inches large, it was full of all kinds of Hermes shawls.

At a cursory glance, there must be at least fifty or sixty.

Then Zhou Kun said lightly: "I still have several suitcases like this." ”

She literally almost choked on the spot.

It turns out that you big dogs, this is how you buy Hermes?

After finally relieving her breath, Chen Xuewen suddenly felt.

Isn't it Hermes, but it's not a big deal.

It's just a brand.

Since then, Chen Xuewen has become, like Zhou Kun, and her perception of luxury goods has undergone a strange change.

The Hermès shawl, which was once a treasure, is now used as a blanket on your lap and as a tablecloth, so you don't have to worry about whether the food will stain it during the meal.

If it were Chen Xuewen in the past, don't say eat on your lap.

Before eating, you have to carefully fold it and put it in your bag, and you have to worry about whether it will accidentally press out the creases.

"This pickled tuk is very good, our hometown famous dish, you can try it. Zhou Kun served a bowl of soup for Chen Xuewen.

"Hmm... It's so fresh!" Chen Xuewen's eyes lit up after taking a sip, and she took a small bite of rice by the way.

It felt particularly comfortable.

"It's delicious, isn't it? There are bamboo shoots, thousand zhang, bacon, as well as hooves and chicken. Extra fresh when put together. In the spring, I can eat two large bowls of rice with such a bowl of soup. ”

As he spoke, Zhou Kun also made a "yes" gesture.

However, his eating appearance is not as gentle as Chen Xuewen, and he has a tendency to be swept away.

First, he took a big mouthful of rice, then took a big sip of salty soup from the bowl, and then picked up a piece of crispy chicken that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

After gobbling up for a while, he leaned back on the chair and touched his stomach leisurely, and let out a long breath: "It's so refreshing to eat~"

"You can't eat slowly. Eating too fast is not good for your health. Chen Xuewen reproached twice, but still got up and poured a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice for Zhou Kun.

"No, have a drink. I'm afraid you'll choke. ”

"Isn't it too refreshing to eat? Somehow, every time I'm with you, my appetite is always exceptional. It's better than usual. It stands to reason that it shouldn't be. Zhou Kun gulped a big sip of orange juice, snorted again presumptuously, and rubbed his stomach.

This lazy look can be said to be quite underplayed.

But it makes people want to imitate.

"Oh, is it normal to see my appetite deteriorate?" Chen Xuewen raised her eyebrows and sneered.

"Haha, how can this be. I'm talking about Mr. Chen, you are beautiful and delicious, you just need to look at it and you are full, where do you still need to eat?"

"You talk a lot. I don't learn well every day. Chen Xuewen glanced at Zhou Kun and continued to eat.

She is different from Zhou Kun's wild and uninhibited.

Eating is about chewing slowly, and also paying great attention to the etiquette of eating.

"Hehe, Mr. Chen, continue to eat. I'm here to give you a massage, relax and unwind. You're tired after a half-day of class. We, as students, should also do what we can. It is our responsibility to solve problems for teachers. ”

"Don't touch there! ”

"Just bear with it, good. I'll be comfortable later. ”

"Tap!

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After a while, Chen Xuewen's jade body was on the sofa, and there was still a hint of blush on her face after intense exercise.

"You're bad again, little bastard. I have a class in the afternoon. You're like this, let me go to class later. People can't even walk on their legs. ”

"Hehe, I can't walk anymore, I'll carry you. Serve Teacher Chen, that's how it should be.... Hiss.... It hurts, don't don't, don't touch it. Mr. Chen: I'm wrong, it's not okay. Zhou Kun was really a little panicked.

"You'll dare to flammy in the future. Chen Xuewen's slender jade hands hold Zhou Kun's most important pair of treasures, and the slightest movement makes him sour, cool and afraid, and a little weak.

"I'm just glacking in on you. In the face of Chen Xuewen, who holds the power of life and death, this loss of power and humiliation of the country is to throw it out sentence by sentence like no money.

All of a sudden, Chen Xuewen's heart was overjoyed.

She let go of the hand that held Zhou Kun's nuclear button, and the two warmed each other up on the sofa again, saying a lot of sensual love words.

Seeing that the time for afternoon classes was approaching, Chen Xuewen reluctantly got up, put on her clothes and said goodbye to Zhou Kun.

"I went to class, little villain. ”

Zhou Kun gently stroked Chen Xuewen's soft hair and kissed her forehead: "Go, I'm going to talk about something in the afternoon." We'll have dinner together in the evening. ”

"Hmm..."Chen Xuewen buried her head in Zhou Kun's chest, hugged it hard for a while before letting go of her hand, and said with a smile.

"I wish you all the best and all your wishes come true. ”

"Thank you. Do you want me to send you down?" Zhou Kun kissed Chen Xuewen again, but this time on the cheek.

"No, I'll just go down by myself. Chen Xuewen's tone was gentle, but also firm.

Zhou Kun knew that she was afraid that she would meet someone she knew when they went out together.

Although it is said that the administrative floor rarely encounters teachers and students in the school, after all, the consumption is there.

But I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm just afraid of what happens.

So Chen Xuewen always leaves the room alone.

"Well, send me a message after class. I'll ask the driver to pick you up. Tonight we're going to have a French meal. ”

"Good. This time, Chen Xuewen kissed Zhou Kun.

A gentle bite, to be exact.

Then he smiled playfully and left.

Seeing the door closed, Zhou Kun sighed slightly, and a trace of gloom flashed in his heart.

Chen Xuewen is so worried that outsiders will find out about the relationship between the two of them, and the sensitive identities of teachers and students are only one of them.

What's more, until now, the relationship between the two has not been definitively determined.

Although it is said like "Husband, I love you." "Wife, you're so nice. The two of them don't know how many words they have said in love like this.

However, whether it is Chen Xuewen or Zhou Kun, they all know very well in their hearts that in fact, they are not even husbands and wives, and they are not even a couple.

At least, the two of them have a tacit understanding and have not inquired about each other's emotional affairs.

Every time we meet, the topic of conversation is also very measured, and it is basically to the point.

So far, Zhou Kun can't talk about how much he knows Chen Xuewen, and Chen Xuewen doesn't necessarily understand Zhou Kun much.

Although it is said that such a relationship is very good in Zhou Kun's current situation.

Usually two people play their own games and don't disturb each other.

Only when you are lonely, you talk to each other for comfort.

The space for freedom is very large.

It's simply a dream relationship for all men.

After all, Zhou Kun basically couldn't give Chen Xuewen any promises.

Except for some material things.

Emotionally, Zhou Kun can be said to be a poor bastard.

But he inevitably wanted more.

Physical communication alone is no longer enough to satisfy him.

He desperately needed a woman with whom he could communicate heart-to-heart.

Because after the climax again and again, what is left in the end is still a deep emptiness.

Countless words stuck in the throat, but no one could talk to them.

It's not a pleasant feeling.

He also wants a woman who understands him, understands him, loves him, supports him, even protects him, and can tolerate everything about him, perfect and imperfect.

Men also need a warm harbor.

It's just that whenever Zhou Kun wants to take a step forward, he always subconsciously retreats.

He's scared, he's scared, he's worried.

Those women who like him, worship him, kneel and lick him will not feel disdain and disgust if they know that true self, and stay away from it.

In other words, his identity has been reversed, and he has become the humble side.

After all, he is useless if you remove the ability to make money.

So he froze his heart with a thick layer of ice. Protect yourself while keeping your distance from others.

Those who can talk about money definitely don't talk about feelings.

Chen Xuewen was aware of this, so she carefully kept her distance from Zhou Kun.

Because she knows that this man's heart is cold.

All warmth is only superficial.

There is no shadow of himself in his heart.

And she didn't have the certainty to melt the thick layer of ice on Zhou Kun's heart.

Therefore, it is the most rational choice to keep the lover relationship no longer developing deeply.

Otherwise, in the end, it will be a tragedy nine times out of ten.

Zhou Kun also knew this in his heart.

Because it is clear, it is painful.

But he didn't have a solution, so he had to endure it all silently.

Fight loneliness with loneliness, fight loneliness with loneliness.

Use a momentary drunken gold fan, and the lights are bright and green to numb yourself.

Therefore, he will be tender from time to time, not simply greedy for pleasure, but to heal himself.

"A man's night, my heart, where it should be.

After the hug, where should I put my hands?

I never learned to control my breathing.

On the glass window, breathe out your beautiful name. ”

Zhou Kun hummed a song softly and poured himself a glass of red wine from Château Latour.

Then he lit a cigarette and watched it burn quietly, but he didn't smoke it.

After a long time, he threw the cigarette butt into the wine he had only taken a sip of, and went out with his bag.