"That's a lot of money."

Shen Jing slowly brewed a pot of chrysanthemum tea, and when she saw Zhuang Ming for the first time, she knew in her heart who the big man who was spreading wealth outside the door.

"The second son only has an hour's time, you see, make a price." Zhuang Ming said.

Just an hour later, she now has back pain and is uncomfortable sitting for a long time.

Shen Jing didn't have a lion's mouth, "The head of the regiment will receive as much as he wants." ”

Zhuang Ming took a step up, and then stopped to look at her, "He doesn't drink chrysanthemum tea." ”

"The small shop is cold, only chrysanthemum tea." Shen Jing carried the teapot and put it on the table, "He needs to lower the fire." ”

Zhuang Ming didn't understand, Zhou Lushen's health has his own family doctor to check and maintain his health regularly, his diet is light, except for tobacco and alcohol, he is not hot.

Colleagues upstairs are frolicking, packing up their things and leaving work.

"Let's go, and the turnover of the teahouse will be handed over to you."

Shen Jing raised her head and watched, "Brothers and sisters, walk slowly." ”

caused her colleagues to laugh, and the noble son who came to her understands.

They had never seen the face of that noble son, and they were low-key and did not like publicity.

I'm embarrassed to stay onlookers.

It is the first time that a teahouse has been chartered.

Coming to the teahouse to listen to the comments are all guests, no matter whether Shen Jing had a little resentment about Zhou Lushen's domineering possession before, it is gone at this moment.

Zhou Lu Shen chartered the venue and only listened for one hour.

Tuesday Childe, who used to call for wind and rain, is a little bit of a ghost today who wants to listen to the commentary.

After simply cleaning up her makeup and hair, Shen Jing sat on the stage and hugged the pipa and waited for him.

Since Zhou Lu sank into the door, Zhuang Ming closed the door of the teahouse.

No one can come in and snoop.

The light is not dim, and the weaving lights in the tea house are warmer.

Zhou Lushen's suit is clean and clean, and her steps are noble, when she looks at her, her eyebrows are as quiet as water, and she calmly enters the main seat, and she gestures like a regular visitor who has been here for many years.

Shen Jing retracted her gaze and gently raised her fingers to the strings.

generously chartered the venue, and scattered hundreds of thousands of dollars, so he couldn't let his lover lose this money.

She has always known how to play with her beauty and style.

What if he feels that he is losing and does not come to charter the venue in the future.

He came and opened for a year.

The beauty on the stage, delicate and soft, dressed in a black rusty gold silk bird cheongsam, her long hair is scattered and tied at the back of her head, and the ribbon is lightly wrapped.

"Smoke and Rain Sing Yangzhou".

Qingping tone, soft words, soft to the ear, so gentle.

In the strings, her charm is there, like a beam of swaying dust.

There were only three people in the empty teahouse.

Zhou Lu in the audience explored the tea, and concentrated on watching her lips open and lips closed, the index finger bent to take a cup, and the chrysanthemum tea that cleared the liver and lowered the fire, he took a sip, the taste was uncomfortable, and he put it back in place.

Shen Jing saw it, suddenly stopped, looked at the man under the platform, and then looked at the cup of tea.

Xiu frowned.

She was angry, obviously.

Zhou Lu looked down and smiled to himself, and picked up the teacup again.

Also.

Lower the fire.

He is a picky person who has no worries about food and clothing, not that a cup of chrysanthemum tea is disliked, but it is vaguely sweet, and he is not used to it.

Seeing Zhou Lushen pick up the teacup again, Shen Jing continued to play the pipa.

Zhuang Ming stood straight behind him, listening in silence, in a posture like Seven Days in the Grand Theater.

"Would you like to change the tea?" Zhuang Ming bent down and asked.

Zhou Lushen rubbed his fingers against the mouth of the porcelain teacup, but asked inscrutablely, "Do you understand?" ”

Zhuang Ming wanted to say that he didn't understand, because he didn't want to brush the second son, and the euphemism became the word "very good".

Zhou Lushen was unhurried, "You have to tell the truth." ”

Zhuang Ming immediately replied honestly, almost cautiously, "I'm sorry, Zhuang Ming doesn't understand." ”

There are many people who like Shen Jing, especially outsiders, and a trip to Sioux City is just for her.

If you don't understand the Su language, you think it's good.

Zhou Lu held his temples with his hands, a little tired, he stayed up late last night when he went to sea and didn't sleep, and held a joint meeting at 9 o'clock.

On the stage, she was soft-spoken, singing, "The mountains and rivers are inseparable." ”

This Su sentence is understandable.

When he looked at Shen Jing again, Zhou Lu raised his lips shallowly, and his dark gaze was fixed on her face.

Her cheeks were unexpectedly crimson, and her eyes were a little flustered.

Zhou Lushen smiled even deeper.

Zhuang Ming bent down and whispered, "Zhuang Ming understands this sentence, the mountains and rivers are far away, the rain is continuous, and the love is still dependent." ”

Her bluntness.

With affection.

Even if Zhou Lushen was listening carefully, his expression was still calm.

It's confusing but not chaotic.

At the end of the curtain, she got up and stepped down from the stage and walked towards him.

After a long time, the pot of chrysanthemum tea has cooled.

Shen Jing pushed away, leaning her back against the table, her fingers gently back.

Facing Zhou Lushen's posture, he lowered his head to look at him and felt each other's gaze.

Even if Zhou Lu was sitting, she was standing.

Although he didn't do anything, his innate superior body was still a noble existence.

He looked at her idlely, asked, "Satisfied?" ”

Satisfied, this month's bonus has been multiplied several times.

Shen Jing lowered her lips as she pretended to be dissatisfied, and lowered her voice, just a 'hmm'.

Her expressions, her movements, all showed that her satisfaction was very reckless and perfunctory.

Zhou Lu Shen held his face on the side, looked at her, and the corners of his mouth slowly evened out a little vague arc, "It's a little thing that will toss people." ”

Shen Jing moved her foot, and the French retro white shoes were next to the edge of the man's leather shoes, the tips of the shoes rubbed against the tips of the shoes, and her eyes rippled like a pool of spring water when she smiled.

Zhuang Ming, who did not move at all, twisted his head and pretended not to see.

The girl next to the second son.

This one has always been the most troublesome.

I don't know what to hide.

No one dares to touch the temper of the second son twice in three days, and he will say goodbye to you if he dares to touch his bottom line to provoke him, or he is not a stranger and has never known him.

With him, too obedient, no, boring and boring. The disobedient one is even worse, and the next one is even better.

It's better to say, you don't have to ask him to call him as he likes, it's really what men like from the bottom of their hearts, how you want to make trouble.

According to the second son's ability, it doesn't matter if the sky falls, he will blame the gods for supporting you in front of you.

Shen Jing, who was standing there, tilted her head and asked, "The money is not spent in vain." ”

Zhou Lu sighed heavily, "I'll earn it back in a while." ”

There is no satisfactory answer.

After he finished enjoying it, he turned his face and felt dissatisfied.

"Calculate how much you spend today." He asked Zhuang Ming.

Zhuang Ming was prepared, "240,000." ”

Zhou Lushen looked at her, like a valuable treasure jade, and said lightly, "240,000 see you." ”

She whispered, "Then you close your eyes, and I'll make it up to you." ”

Zhou Lu raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You also close your eyes, Zhuang Ming." Shen Jing also added conditions, "Don't peek." ”

Zhuang Ming glanced at his second son, and seeing that he acquiesced, Zhuang Ming had no choice but to close his eyes.

Zhou Lu slowly closed his eyes, and while he did so, Shen Jing bent down and looked at the superior and noble face in front of him with a smile.

Under the thick black hair, look closely at his thick eyebrows, long eyelashes, and high nose bones, kissing under his thin and tightly pursed lips.

When each other's lips fit together.

It even let out a soft, stealing 'sniff'.

His lips were wet.

Zhou Lushen frowned deeply, 240,000 is this?

Shen Jing looked at him and commented, "You are not an easily satisfied person." ”