The room is very large, more than 300 square meters, it is a duplex building, the decoration style inside is low-key and luxurious, the furniture is European classical style, the romantic ru white se, revealing an elegant and calm aristocratic atmosphere, the oil paintings on the walls, the red wine in the wine cabinet, and the ancient art collection on the storage shelf, make people feel that the room is more like a high-end private club, rather than a residence.

How's it going, are you still satisfied? Shen Jiayu put the leather bag on the leather sofa, walked to the mirror, stroked her hair, she was elegant and refined, like a daffodil blooming quietly, bright and quiet, fragrant and pleasant, so that the room was full of rich fragrance.

Of course, it's just a bit luxurious, and I don't feel used to it! Zhou Jing smiled at the corner of his mouth, looked around, came to a pure copper loudspeaker phonograph, reached out and stroked this quaint and atmospheric antique, smiled slightly, put the record on the tower wheel, adjusted the stylus, released the brake, and soon, the erratic and magnetic voice sounded in the air: the south wind blew cool, the nightingale sang softly, the flowers under the moon fell asleep, only the night incense, exuding fragrance

Shen Jiayu smiled, walked to the wine cabinet, elegantly opened a bottle of red wine, poured it into the crystal clear goblet, stretched out her slender jade hand, picked up the wine glass, walked to his side, handed a glass, raised a glass and said: Zhou, congratulations on coming to the provincial capital, I wish you a prosperous future!

Thank you, Miss Jiayu, for borrowing your kind words! Zhou Jing was very happy, and also picked up the goblet, and with a ding, he gently bumped it with her, and both of them took a big sip, looked at each other and smiled.

Shen Jiayu raised her pretty face, looked at Zhou Jing with a smile, and said reservedly: After a while, I will introduce you to a few friends in the provincial capital, so that you will not be bored alone in the provincial capital, without a life circle.

Zhou Jing nodded with a smile and said softly: It's okay, but I like to be quiet and don't want to socialize.

Shen Jiayu was stunned when she heard this, her eyes widened, and she said in surprise: Really?

Of course it's true! Zhou Jing smiled slightly, took a sip of red wine in his cup, and said leisurely: I have very few friends, and there are no more than ten of them, plus you and Siyan.

Shen Jiayu raised her eyebrows, pursed her lips and laughed, shook her head and said: That's not good, whether you are in business or an official, you have to manage a good relationship, if you have fewer friends, it is water without a source, a tree without roots, and you can't eat it at all.

Zhou Jing smiled and said softly: That's the truth, but Tianxing is so quiet, there is no way.

The two paced and came to the window, looking at the scenery outside the window, and saw that under the slanting sun, the distant peaks were gilded with a magnificent red halo, and on the road dozens of meters away, the traffic was like weaving, and the people were like ants, so a prosperous and prosperous scene.

Shen Jiayu stretched out her snow-white and slippery little hand, stroked the window lattice, as if remembering something, looked at Zhou Jing, sighed softly, and said softly: There is a little story, which is very suitable for you, do you want to hear it?

Zhou Jing was a little curious, shook the red wine in the glass, nodded with a smile: I want to hear it!

Shen Jiayu put the cup to his lips, took a sip of wine, and said thoughtfully: There is a fable that geckos and spiders are both insect catchers, and they are also a pair of good friends. It's because I run on all fours, and I rely on a magical net.

Zhou Jing listened, couldn't help nodding lightly, and said with a smile: This is the truth, instead of envying the fish in the abyss, it is better to retreat and close the net, Mr. Carnegie also once said that only 15% of a person's career success depends on personal skills, and the remaining 85% depends on interpersonal relationships.

Shen Jiayu smiled wisely and said softly: Some people criticize the circle culture, thinking that this is a special feature of the human society and an unscientific embodiment, but in my opinion, each circle is equivalent to a unique ecosystem, and it is the most primitive, the most basic, and the oldest way of survival.

Teachable, if I have the opportunity, I will definitely integrate into your circle! Zhou Jing smiled slightly, turned his head to look at Shen Jiayu, the two looked at each other and smiled, strolling through the room together, communicating very casually, the atmosphere was very harmonious, it seemed that when men and women appreciate each other, even their breathing is sweet, whether it is their eyes or body language, they can feel an invisible traction

Half an hour later, after dinner outside, Zhou Jing drove to the hotel where he stayed, picked up his luggage, and drove to the Bishui Garden Community again.

Although I have never met, but this stewardess's costume is undoubtedly very familiar, revealing her profession, the girl seems to have just come back from the field, and also walked into the blue water garden community, Zhou Jing slowed down, drove past behind, deliberately closer, the girl noticed, stopped, turned her head to look at him, in an instant, the face like an angel jingzhixing, so that Zhou Jing's heart jumped, and suddenly felt amazing, the car drove a few meters away, Zhou Jing's eyes were still through the inverted mirror, Falling on the pair of slender and smooth **, and along the curved and soft figure, looking up, staring at the charming and moving face, stunned, I don't know why, there is a kind of déjà vu trance, this feeling, is unprecedented.

The car stopped, Zhou Jing took the suitcase, walked towards the elevator building, coincidentally, the two met at the door, but neither spoke, Zhou Jing paused, deliberately let the girl walk in front, he was behind, admiring the beautiful figure of the girl swaying, I felt that this was worthy of being a high-end community, just moved in, I met a beautiful girl, but I don't know which floor she lives on, if it is also the sixth floor, it would be great, so I imagined, entered the elevator, but saw that the girl actually reached out and pressed the button on the sixth floor, Zhou Jing was stunned, but he had the urge to laugh, but he still held back and became neighbors with the flight attendant, isn't this a flying Yanfu?

Just thinking, the elevator door closed, slowly started, and soon made a dinging sound, to the sixth floor, the girl pulled the suitcase and walked forward, accidentally mixed garlic under her feet, as if stepping on a foreign object, her body staggered, almost fell, and the book was also thrown out, fell to Zhou Jing's feet, he hurriedly bent down to pick it up, and his eyes fell on a line of text at his finger, he couldn't help but feel a little curious, blurted out: If you love Allah, obey me, obey me, obey me, Allah loves you, and forgive your sins.

The beautiful girl reached out and helped down the wall, finally stood firm, turned her head to look at Zhou Jing, gave a sweet smile, blinked her talking eyes, and said softly: It's the Quran, a gift from a friend.

Zhou Jing was surprised, then closed the book, returned it to her, smiled and accosted: Are you religious?

Yes, thank you for your help. The beautiful girl pursed her lips slightly, narrowed her eyes, and the clear light of her eyes fell on Zhou Jing's face, and she said curiously: Sir, you are also religious?

Zhou Jing shook his head, suddenly remembered the identity of rebirth, and couldn't help but joke with a smile: Although I don't believe in religion, I am the darling of the gods!

Nice to meet you! The beautiful girl was stunned for a moment, then smiled, nodded slightly, turned around, took the key, opened the door next door, and walked in with a salute.

Such a beautiful flight attendant must be flying an international route! Zhou Jing sighed, also took the salute back to the room, changed his slippers, found the futon, spread it on the bed in the bedroom on the second floor, and did it himself, cleaned the room, sweated, went to the bathroom, rushed through the shower, lit a cigarette, lay down in the comfortable bathtub, poured water on his body, and took a hot bath.

A few minutes later, a crisp mobile phone ringtone, Zhou Jing hurriedly took out a pink towel, dried his hands, picked up the phone, looked at the phone number, and saw that it was the landline number of Qin Xiaoqian's house, hurriedly connected, and said with a smile: Hey, is it Sister Qin?

No, I'm your little baby, Jingjing! Jingjing's voice sounded in my ears: Mom is cooking cow ni in the kitchen, she asked me to ask you, have you been to Jiangzhou?

Zhou Jing smiled and said in a low voice: It's already here, little baby, do you want to be uncle?

Jingjing pouted and said sullenly: "I think, Uncle Zhou, if you can come back next Friday, I will think even more!"

Zhou Jing was a little puzzled, and asked puzzledly: Why do you want to come back next Friday?

Jingjing stretched out her hand and scratched her head, turned her head to look in the direction of the kitchen, and muttered: Because there is a parent-teacher conference, I want you to pretend to be a father.

Zhou Jing was stunned for a moment, and the softest place in his heart seemed to have been lightly touched by her, so he nodded, and said softly: Okay, then Uncle Zhou will go back next Friday, but you have to be obedient, listen to your mother, and don't be naughty, you know?

Got it! Jingjing agreed beautifully, shook her head and said: Uncle Zhou, my mother misses you too, she wiped her tears just now!

When Zhou Jing heard this, he couldn't help but be gloomy, sighed, and said in a low voice: Jingjing, then you should be obedient and give the phone to your mother.

Well, Uncle Zhou, you wait! Jingjing put down the phone, turned around, ran into the kitchen happily, came to Qin Xiaoqian's side, held the corner of her clothes, and shouted loudly: Mom, Mom, Uncle Zhou misses you, I'm about to cry, let you answer the phone!

Talking nonsense, where would a person as big as my uncle cry! Qin Xiaoqian smiled, raised her hand and touched the corners of her red eyes, took off her apron, came to the living room, reached out and touched the microphone, fed it, her voice choked, and after a while, she adjusted her mood and said softly: Are you settled?

Zhou Jingjing nodded and said with a smile: I have already lived in it, and the house environment is good, but it is bigger, and it is not easy to clean up.

Qin Xiaoqian smiled and said gently: You can find a female nanny, you need to be prettier.

Zhou Jing smiled dumbly, raised his head, sniffed vigorously, and deliberately teased: Why does it seem sour, there is a taste of jealousy?

Qin Xiaoqian touched her cheeks, laughed eatingly, and after a while, she sighed and said faintly: It's okay to eat vinegar, I'm afraid that after a long time, you will forget your home here.

No, it won't! Zhou Jing smiled slightly, sat up with a bang, and made a sweet phone porridge with Qin Xiaoqian.