Later, Shen Jing really didn't have time to go back to Shanghai, as if she was cut off from everything in Shanghai, and she didn't want to reminisce.

Thinking about it, thinking of Zhou Lushen's pet, his heart is easy to soften.

I don't remember what time it is, it seems that I haven't seen Zhou Lushen for a long, long time, and I don't have any information about him.

She didn't go to the Internet again.

can't brush it up, and some people deal with scandals for him in the back.

New York, North Shore of Long Island.

Imperial Manor.

The executive Rolls-Royce is parked downstairs at the estate.

Zhou Lushen came back from the wine bureau and drank wine, with a bit of chaotic brandy wine on his body.

Mellow and intense.

Zhuang Ming prepared a sobering soup for him, and he pushed it away without saying a word.

Terrace on the second floor of the estate.

The eagle hovering high in the sky saw his master coming home, and quickly plummeted down to the height of his flight, resting on the angel eagle beside the man.

The eagle flapped its wings.

Hai Dongqing, who has a very pure blood.

When Zhuang Ming picked it up, he took the most ferocious one back.

The eagle was originally raised in Switzerland, but it was sent to New York to hide in the basement and hide in the room, and even flew out for a few days and nights without returning home.

Zhou Lushen didn't care.

looks like it's lost and lost, just one indifferent word: starve it to death

The eagle, which had eaten top-quality fresh meat for three meals a day, could not find good meat food to wrap around here, so it flew back obediently.

Stay a little honest at the manor.

And how about coming back.

Zhou Lushen did not allow the people below to feed the eagle.

Just hungry and hungry.

It wasn't until Wen Xin appeared and took care of this violent and ferocious eagle that the eagle came down and didn't run far.

No matter how Zhou Lushen deals with people, feelings, or business, he can always easily contain the other party's fatal point, pinch seven inches, and drive his dominance.

Haidong Qingying snorted, Zhou Lu moved his eyes coldly, and asked Zhuang Ming to throw a piece of meat at it.

A pair of soft, boneless hands wrapped around his waist from behind him, pressed against his back.

Wen Xin smelled the wine on his body greedily, she was infatuated with many different Zhou Lushen, one was sweaty and wild, the other was sitting at the desk and working hard, and he was slightly drunk after drinking brandy...

Deep, obscure, lonely, sinful, is the depravity that comes with him in his bones.

"Why did you come back so late and how much you drank?"

He lowered his gaze, the small hand that fell on his waist and abdomen, his eyes suddenly became in a trance, and he smiled dumbly and pronounced a name from his throat, "Ajing." ”

It doesn't matter if he deliberately calls the woman's name or subconsciously thinks it's the woman.

Wen Xin had mixed feelings in his heart, but after thinking about it, he endured it, walked up to him, and looked directly at him in a drunken state, "Take a good look at who I am, whether it is your auntie." ”

Zhou Lu seemed to be drunk but not drunk, his black eyes were clear, and he clearly looked sober.

He leaned over and looked at Wen Xin closely, "Why are you again." ”

The smell of male hormones and the warm and sweet smell of wine slowly permeated the tip of her nose, entwining her reason, ambiguous and upward.

Wen Xin gently untied his tie, "You hope it's Shen Jing, right?" ”

Blowing the night breeze on Long Island, New York, Zhou Lu leaned against the fence and let her gently untie her tie.

"Wei Wenxin, Wei Wenxin, why aren't you angry, like a puppet without a line, you're so boring."

Wen Xin thought.

Is it necessary to be angry, a past tense, maybe he will be drunk tomorrow and call the name of the tender model Joanna.

That's it, it's always unpredictable what he's thinking.

Wen Xin hid the sourness in his eyes, sneered to hide it, and patiently put away his tie and handed it to Zhuang Ming.

"You pronounce my name in front of Shen Jing, you see if she is angry."

He smiled, always faintly, "How dare I put you in front of her, you are the most powerful, as soon as she appeared, she panicked, you scared her." ”

Wen Xin lowered her head and unbuttoned two buttons for him to dissipate heat, and when she heard his words, her eyes were colorless.

"I didn't bully her, I didn't force her to go, she realized that she couldn't go with you, you have had enough with him, haven't you?"

The noble son lives in the red dust, but he is able to restrain himself freely, squander his modest affection, and he doesn't care about anyone he hurts, as if he has nothing to care about except for the Zhou family and the union.

Slowly, Wen Xin raised his head and told him softly.

"Let's get married, grandma has chosen a good day."

Zhou Lu asked with a wicked taste, "With you?" ”

"Then who do you want to talk to?" She was tentative.

Zhou Lushen rested his arm on the carved railing, so lazy, "It's the same as anyone else." ”

Wen Xin looked at him quietly, in his world, of course it was the same for the Zhou family to marry him, after all, he didn't love anyone, and it didn't matter what the Zhou family married him, knowing his temper, no one could break in with a cold heart, but he still wanted to be his wife.

"Do you feel tired, Zhou Lushen."