because i have money

Chapter 166
When Chen Xuewen walked out of the bathroom in a nightgown, Zhou Kun had already prepared all the meals in the living room.

It is said to be prepared, but in fact it means to put the dish in the microwave for a while.

Then put it on the plate, took out the bowls and chopsticks, and poured two glasses of juice by the way.

It looks pretty decent.

After all, it is impossible to cook, and it is impossible to cook in this life. Only by ordering takeout and arranging dishes can we maintain our life like this.

"Be careful of catching a cold, wear this lightly." Zhou Kun looked at Chen Xuewen whose two big white legs couldn't hide her at all, and cared for her out of humanitarian spirit.

"I'm hungry." Chen Xuewen pursed her lips, she was really cute.

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

Hearing Zhou Kun's words, Chen Xuewen smiled brightly: "Husband, you are so kind. I want the pink cashmere one, which is more comfortable to cover."

There are several Hermès shawls scattered on the sofa, including cashmere and silk.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the Hermès shawl, which can be used as a magic weapon when going out, is extremely precious, but in Zhou Kun's eyes, it is just a small blanket to cover your feet while lying on the sofa and watching TV.

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

After wiping, throw it on the ground as a stepping cloth.

When Chen Xuewen first saw that the Hermes pure cashmere shawl worth tens of thousands was treated like this by Zhou Kun, her whole heart could be said to have collapsed.

There was even some outrageous anger.

Hermes, which all women dream of, even if it is not a birkin, is just a shawl.

Is it too much for you to be a stepping cloth?
Zhou Kun's foot not only stepped on the Hermès shawl, but also stepped on the faces of these brand fans who regard Hermès as the ultimate belief in life.

You know, this is Hermes!

But when Chen Xuewen saw Zhou Kun casually opened a 33-inch suitcase, which was filled with all kinds of Hermès shawls.

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

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 recovering her breath, Chen Xuewen suddenly felt.

Isn't it Hermes? In fact, it's no big deal.

It's just a sign.

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

The Hermès shawl, which was originally loved and regarded as a treasure, is now used as a blanket on the legs and as a tablecloth by the way. I don’t worry about whether it will be soiled by falling food during meals.

If it's Chen Xuewen from before, don't talk about eating on her lap.

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

"This salted Duxian is pretty good, a famous dish in our hometown, you can try it." Zhou Kun served a bowl of soup for Chen Xuewen.

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

I feel very comfortable.

"It's delicious. It contains bamboo shoots, thousands of sheets, bacon, hoof and chicken. It's very fresh when put together. In spring, I can eat two big bowls of rice with just such a bowl of soup."

As he spoke, Zhou Kun made a "yeah" gesture.

However, his manner of eating is not as gentle as Chen Xuewen's, and he looks like a storm.

First, I took a big mouthful of rice, then picked up the bowl and drank a big mouthful of salty and fresh soup, and then I picked up a piece of crispy chicken that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and stuffed it into my mouth.

After gobbling for a while, he leaned on the back of the chair and patted his stomach leisurely, and let out a long breath: "It's so delicious~"

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

"No, drink something. I'm afraid you will choke."

"Isn't this delicious? For some reason, every time I'm with you, my appetite is always particularly good. It's [-]% to [-]% better than usual. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be." Zhou Kun gulped down a big mouthful of orange juice, let out another lethargic huff, and rubbed his stomach.

This tired look can be said to be quite underwhelming.

But it makes people want to imitate.

"Oh? Is it normal to see my appetite getting worse?" Chen Xuewen raised her eyebrows and sneered.

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

"It's just you who talk a lot. You don't learn how to be glib every day." Chen Xuewen gave Zhou Kun a blank look, and continued to eat.

She is different from Zhou Kun's wildness.

What we pay attention to when we eat is eating slowly, and we also pay great attention to the etiquette of eating.

"Hey, Mr. Chen, please continue to eat. I'll give you a massage to relax. You must be tired after half a day of class. As students, we should do what we can. It's us who solve problems for the teacher. due responsibility."

"Don't! It's time to eat."

"Easy! Hey you!"

After half an hour.

"You play tricks again, little bastard. I have class in the afternoon. You look like this, how can I go to class later."

"Hehe, I can't walk any longer, so I'll carry you on my back. Serving Teacher Chen, it should be. Hiss. It hurts! Don't, don't! Don't touch there. Teacher Chen, I'm wrong, it's okay." Zhou Kun was really a little panicked. .

"How dare you be glib in the future."

"I'm only glib with you." Facing Chen Xuewen who wields the power over her life and death, these words were thrown out sentence by sentence as if she didn't want money.

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

She let go of her hand, and the two hugged each other on the sofa for a while, talking a lot of nasty love words.

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

"I'm off to class, little rascal."

Zhou Kun gently stroked Chen Xuewen's smooth hair, and kissed her on the forehead: "Go, I have to talk about something in the afternoon. Let's have dinner together in the evening."

"En." Chen Xuewen buried her head on Zhou Kun's chest, hugged Zhou Kun hard for a while before letting go, and said with a smile.

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

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

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

Zhou Kun knew that she was afraid of running into someone she knew when going out together.

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

But not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

So Chen Xuewen always left the room alone.

"Well, send me a message when get out of class is over. I'll ask the driver to pick you up. Let's have French dinner tonight."

"Okay." This time it was Chen Xuewen who kissed Zhou Kun.

To be precise, it was a light bite.

Then he smiled and left.

Seeing the door being closed, Zhou Kun sighed slightly, a gloomy feeling flashed in his heart.

Chen Xuewen is so worried about being discovered by outsiders about the relationship between the two of them. The sensitive identities of teachers and students are only one of them.

More importantly, until now, the relationship between the two has not yet had a clear conclusion.

Although they said something like "I love you, husband." "You are so kind, wife." The two of them didn't know how many words they said.

However, whether it is Chen Xuewen or Zhou Kun, they are very clear in their hearts, in fact, they are not even a couple, let alone a husband and wife.

At least, the two of them have a tacit understanding and haven't inquired about any other relationship.

Every time we meet and talk about topics, we draw a line in a measured manner, and basically stop at the point.

So so far, Zhou Kun doesn't know much about Chen Xuewen, and Chen Xuewen doesn't necessarily understand Zhou Kun very well.

Although, such a relationship couldn't be better in the light of Zhou Kun's current situation.

Usually two people play their own things without disturbing each other.

Only chat with each other to comfort each other when you are lonely.

The free space is very large.

It's the relationship every man dreams of.

After all, Zhou Kun can't make any promises to Chen Xuewen.

Except for some material things.

Emotionally, Zhou Kun can be said to be a pauper.

But he inevitably wants more.

Just physical communication alone is not enough for him.

He urgently needs a woman who can communicate with him heart-to-heart.

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

Countless words stuck in the throat but no one can talk to it.

This feeling can be said to be not so good.

He also wants to have a woman who understands him, understands him, loves him, supports him and even protects him, who can tolerate all his perfections and imperfections.

Men also need a warm harbor.

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

He is afraid, he is afraid, he is worried.

If those women who like him worship him kneel and lick him, if they know their true self, will they feel disdain and disgust, and stay away from then on.

In other words, his identity was reversed from now on, and he became the humble one instead.

After all, if the money ability is removed, he is useless.

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

Those who can talk about money will never talk about feelings.

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

Because she knew that this man's heart was cold.

All tenderness is only on the surface.

There is no shadow of himself in his heart.

And she didn't have the confidence to melt away the thick layer of ice in Zhou Kun's heart.

Therefore, it is the most rational choice to keep the relationship between lovers and no longer develop further.

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

Zhou Kun also knew this in his heart.

Because it is clear, it is painful.

But he didn't have any solution, so he had to endure all this silently.

Fight loneliness with loneliness, fight loneliness with loneliness.

Use the momentary luxury and feasting to numb yourself.

So from time to time, he would be a model, not just for pleasure, but to heal himself.

"A night alone, my heart, where should I put it.

Where should my hands be after a hug.

I still can't learn to control my breathing.

On the glass window, say your beautiful name. "

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

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

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

(End of this chapter)