Shen Jing followed the direction of the cat's call, turned around, froze in her movements, and stopped her words in time.

Zhou Lushen stood between the doors, the silver and white crystal lamps reflected from the top, and his face was a little cold and tired in his bones.

After two or three breaths, Shen Jing covered her face, thinking that she shouldn't have spoken ill of him.

Absolutely nothing.

Yes and no.

Zhuang Ming was very sensible, and took the document bag in Zhou Lushen's hand forward.

"The main meal is cooked by Miss Shen herself."

Zhou Lushen's eyes moved to the dining table, and the food was served on the table, steaming.

Look at Shen Jing again, she is wearing a white apron, and her hair is tied up in half with a hairpin.

For no reason, it presents a picture of the quiet years, which is specially waiting for him to go home.

In her life, Zhou Lu was not moved by a meal, but if she was brushed, she would run away with the cat if she was wronged.

The coldness around him dissipated, walked towards her, picked her up and put her on the bar, palms on either side of her, and trapped her like a siege.

Her breathing was a little messy, and she panicked.

With just one move, her mind was as shrewd as Zhou Lushen, easy to see through her embarrassment, her lips were close to her ear, and her low magnetic voice drilled into her cochlea, "Okay, I didn't hear it." ”

Shen Jing smiled and took her hand away, "Really? ”

It's just that she is majestic, why not care about the saltiness of seafood with her, Zhou Lu raised his long fingers, unbuttoned the apron on her body, and threw it away ruthlessly.

Shen Jing's eyes widened, "Zhou...."

Zhou Lushen's voice was so low that it didn't fluctuate, "You shut up." ”

didn't give her a chance to prepare, instantly grabbed her waist and forced her to straighten, kissed her the lips, and bit her.

This time, it was urgent and heavy.

With the anger he hides in the shadows, he is extremely vindictive.

His breath was snatched, his lips and teeth were close to each other, his lips were hot and thin, his temper was not necessarily good, and he only blindly satisfied his uncontrollable greed.

Shen Jing's fingers grabbed the man's suit tightly.

The more ruthless he was, the tighter Shen Jing pulled his suit, and tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

Zhou Lushen palmed up, accurately found the hairpin pinned to the back of her head, and pulled it away, her black hair swayed and fell, and the kiss was aggravated.

Even so, she didn't refuse, and whimpered lowly, like a ravaged cub.

Zhou Lu rubbed it in and kissed harder.

It took a long time before I let go.

Gasping for air with each other.

Shen Jing stroked her lips with her hand, and the tearing pain hit again, causing her body to tremble, "It hurts, you're just angry." ”

Zhou Lushen didn't say a word, he kissed and pecked the corner of her lips compensatorily, squinted his eyes, looked at her wounds, and said hoarsely, "It still hurts?" ”

Shen Jing hung her head, her eyelashes were wet into wisps, and it seemed that she was still wronged and could not be relieved.

For a moment when she was silent.

The back of his neck was instantly held by Zhou Lushen's thick palm, closing the distance, and Yu Guang saw his upper body leaning over, "Okay, let you go." ”

With his soothing voice, the kiss fell to her lips.

The technique became gentle, hot flashes were swallowed, and he was devoted to licking the wound on her lips.

This kind of gentle ambiguity is done occasionally, which makes people particularly heartwarming.

Shen Jing raised her hand, grabbed Zhou Lushen's neck, and responded.

The kiss becomes longer.

Fortunately, the kitchen was big enough, and the aunt was a little helpless to untie her apron and leave through the kitchen door to the back garden.

And Zhuang Ming held the cat with one hand, standing under the eaves, watching the rain fall.

There was a text message from the Zhou family in Shanghai: "Ah Shen returned to China again?"

Zhuang Ming typed with one hand: "Yes"

It is said that beauty misleads people, and he is happy.

….

The kiss ends.

Zhou Lushen wrapped his arm around her in his arms, "Are you satisfied, girlfriend?" ”

When he looked up, he could see the residual lust and dampness in Zhou Lushen's eyes, weakening the possessive fierce appearance.

Shen Jing suddenly had the courage to raise her chin high, "I haven't agreed yet." ”

Zhou Lu pinched her chin with a long finger and came back to strangle, "It shouldn't be." ”

"Then tell me what are you angry about, you saw me fishing Kaizi?"

Shen Jing has experience, and her ability to break the ability can make Zhou Gongzi angry and ignore people, and it will only be about whether she is 'green' him.

Zhou Lushen's staring gaze was faintly fired.

The little face of the vixen is now smiling brightly and delicately, as if he has forgotten about being punished.

Worried that she wouldn't be able to get out of the Taihe Intermediate Courtyard, Zhou Lu suppressed his temper and said coldly, "Zhuang Ming." ”

"Yes."

I don't know where to reply to the call.

Listening again, Zhuang Ming had already returned to the house and handed over the document bag that Zhou Lushen had brought back.

"Open."

He instructed Zhuang Ming.

The words were only when she looked at Shen Jing before she spoke, staring nakedly.

Shen Jing had countless ways to be punished in her mind.

I didn't think about it.

I saw Zhou Lushen find a small pear wood box, and opened it from the bar, and inside was a small carnelian rosary.

Packed in an ancient pear wood box, this rosary is definitely not that simple.

Curious, looking at his eyes, the rosary is clearly engraved with ancient Sanskrit proverbs, six-character ancient symbols.

"Grandma begged me today, send it to you."

She froze.

What a character the old lady of the Zhou family is.

Exiting the stage, self-cultivation and worship Buddha at home can still be a behind-the-scenes player.

Shen Jing shook her head again and again, "You can't ask for it, it's too precious." ”

Zhou Lu moved his lips, "Keep safe." ”

Hearing these three words from his mouth in disbelief, Shen Jing asked rhetorically, "Do you believe it?" ”

"I don't believe it." Zhou Lu is calm and light.

It's strange that he would believe.

Shen Jing's eyebrows drooped, "But I believe it, I begged, it's very spiritual." ”

When she made prayer lamps for her family, she always unintentionally thought of Zhou Lushen, but she got her wish and met him in the temple.

The aunt who went into the kitchen to re-fry the vegetables didn't see the rosary very much, but she still couldn't help but tell the story she knew, "It was asked for by the ancient temple of the famous temple in western Beijing." ”

"The cultural relics of the Qing Dynasty, particularly precious, are taken down in the rosary of the master of the Yuan Qing Dynasty, the string of rosaries has been kept in the ancient temple of western Beijing, there are only three carnelians in the rosary, the abbot was valued by the emperor of the old dynasty during his lifetime, he was highly respected, asked for a son, kept safe, and was particularly spiritual."

Shen Jing turned her head to look at her aunt, "How does Auntie know." ”

The aunt said truthfully, "I used to cook for a family in the courtyard near the Summer Palace, and the wife of the main family begged for her son's heart, but at the beginning, she cut the meat and donated tens of millions of incense money to the temple, and in the end, the abbot was merciful, so he took one from the rosary and gave it to her, and now the string of rosaries is estimated to be only one, and it is difficult to find a lot of money." ”

The more Shen Jing listened, the more she resisted, the old lady kept him safe, and now, he gave it to her, how could he afford it.

"It's too precious to really want."

Zhou Lushen was too silent.

She looked up at Zhou Lushen, he lowered his head slightly, raised his arm, and took off the necklace around her neck.

Putting the rosary into the clavicle chain as a pendant, his fingers were clear and even, like a work of art carefully carved by God, so indifferently bypassed her neck and fastened the M buckle.

The ultra-fine and minimalist clavicle chain has an inconspicuous Sanskrit red bead, which is low-key enough and makes her complexion whiter and tenderer.

Zhou Lushen's fingers gently stroked the ancient Sanskrit text on it, very carefully.

is precious.

The old lady braved the rain to go up the mountain and begged with her heart.

She always looked at Zhou Lushen's expression, trying to find a flaw in his reluctance, but unfortunately, he hid his emotions very well.

Shen Jing never guessed it, but no matter whether she guessed it or not, her heart had already loosened and disintegrated into mud.

"Ah Shen, this is the old lady asking for peace for you."

Zhou Lushen's voice was faint, and he said indifferently, "I don't believe it, it's useless to keep it." ”

Shen Jing threw herself into Zhou Lushen's arms, her face pressed against his suit, "Give it again, I'll ask you for anything." ”

He chuckled, "Okay." ”

Zhuang Ming turned his head and left the restaurant, what a pity if he had to separate in the end.