Bait

Chen Chongzhou stood up, "Father brought Shen Zhen back, under the pretense of being a guest, but in fact he is under house arrest. Maybe I have to trouble Third Uncle once."

Chen Ling opened the file again, "I will bring her back to the provincial office in the evening."

"Third Uncle Lao is here."

After walking out of the study, Xue Yan followed him, "The second wife shows signs of premature delivery."

He frowned tightly, "Premature birth in less than July?"

"It's not easy to keep it. After all, the second wife is 55 years old."

"Send it to another city overnight." Chen Chongzhou's expression was secretive, "We must not let the news out in this city."

Xue Yan tentatively asked, "The funeral..."

"on schedule."

At that time, Chen Ling locked the door and contacted the subordinates in Chang'an District on the balcony, "Cha Shenghe Group."

Surprised over there, "Chen Ting, do you only pick your own family?"

"What nonsense." He scolded.

The subordinates were helpless, "Your colleagues commented that you are not suitable for an official career, but that you are suitable for returning to the front line and fighting wits and courage with gangsters. How can you not pay attention to human sophistication? And Vanity Fair is a big dyeing vat of human feelings. Those rich businessmen are afraid of you, and they all have backers. If things go on like this, it’s inevitable that the backstage will hold together and crowd out you, and a tiger can’t beat a pack of wolves.”

Chen Ling's reputation is not generally clean and honest. There are insiders who say that within three years, he will be promoted to another level.

At that time, there will be a lot of links in the election process involving votes, nomination by the general office, and instructions from above. If any link gets stuck, it will lose power.

Now Chen Ling emerges from the mud without being stained, like a town rock, straddling the border of money laws and regulations, and has long been a thorn in Vanity Fair's side.

"I am not ashamed of myself, and I don't care about the ending."

Chen Ling came out of the study, and the servant was drying clothes on the roof, "Third Lord, the "Legal Magazine" published this morning is in the living room."

He nodded and walked downstairs.

In the guest bedroom at the corner of the corridor, the door was ajar, and Chen Yuan leaned against the wall, staring at Shen Zhen.

She squatted in the depths of a sea of ​​flowers, the white plums were more than snow, the light and shadow of the terrace were sometimes bright and sometimes dim, and on a jade-colored neck, fine ice balls melted drop by drop, dripping over her collar.

Chen Yuan was dazed by this scene, or after he fell in love, he never regained consciousness, "I'll take you away."

Shen Zhen's posture of sniffing flowers froze, "Where are you going?"

"Chen Mansion."

The stamens projected into her pupils, "What if Chen Zheng catches me again."

Chen Yuan's eyes were firm, and he never moved away, "I will solve it."

She stroked the thorny flower branch, "Aren't you hard to protect yourself, can you still protect me?"

With Chen Chongzhou's temper, he didn't turn his face at the dinner table, and she realized that something was wrong.

Chen Zheng repeated the old things, holding her like he was holding Qiao Hanrun.

Shen Zhen stood up, "You are threatening Chen Zheng's safety and interests, but you have to do it, right?"

Chen Yuan pursed his lips.

In this game, he and Chen Chongzhou were evenly divided. He successfully threw the bomb and won a little bit, while Chen Chongzhou was scheming and controlled the core of the two major groups.

The defeated party was Chen Zheng.

So, he couldn't hold back anymore.

These two sharp swords were aimed at his dead point, and he was stuck in his throat.

The hunter has been playing hawk all his life, and his own son pecked at his eyes, so he naturally wants to fight back.

As long as Shen Zhen passes through the door and lives in the old house, Chen Zheng can hold her firmly.

Only when she married Chen Yuan, did this brotherly fight reach an unprecedented peak.

Chen Chongzhou will attack and conquer at all costs, and Chen Yuan will stick to his position. No matter which son loses, the winner or the loser, the loser doesn't even have the right to choose to end, and Fucheng's shady plot will be pushed on him.

If Chen Zheng wanted to get out of the vortex, he had to let go of one of them, otherwise he would be the one who would be destroyed.

Shen Zhen walked over to Chen Yuan, "Your Chen family have ripped each other apart, haven't you?"

He tilted his head, his eyes fixed on a Western mural, "Yes."

"As a pawn that Chen Zheng personally seeks out and controls, can you take me away?"

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes with a cold light.

I really can't take it with me.

For the time being, Chen Chongzhou is patient.

He is also enduring.

Fu Cheng, Chen family, overseas.

Every force is unpredictable, there are hundreds of masks, and if there is no certainty, who dares to make a move to determine the world.

Shen Zhen looked at him, "Chen Yuan, what will happen if I don't marry you."

"I don't know." He paused, "But I really want to marry you."

"What about him?" She bit her lip, "Will Chen Chongzhou marry Shili?"

Chen Yuan stood there, without sunlight, without color, and the dark blue walls, like rushing waves, sucked her in and rolled her up, "I don't know until the end."

***

On the first floor of the South Yard, Chen Ling was holding a magazine and a cup of steaming tea in his hand.

Chen Yuan walked around the screen frame and stopped, "Third Uncle."

"Going out?"

"The second child handed over the Hebin project to me, and I will go there tomorrow."

Chen Ling raised his eyes and looked at him meaningfully for a moment, "Go."

He lowered his voice, "Third Uncle, please take care of Shen Zhen more. In fact, there is no need to forcefully leave, which will make father unhappy. It is best for Third Uncle to stay here."

Chen Ling turned a page casually, "You and the second child have a tacit understanding on this point, so you have come to beg me one after another."

"Except for third uncle, no one in the Chen family can suppress father."

Chen Ling glanced at him again and remained silent.

Not long after Chen Yuan left, a black shadow swayed on the floor, gradually elongated and enlarged, attracting Chen Ling's attention.

The woman tiptoed out of the escalator, looking around cautiously, turning her hand here, and her eyes glanced there, like a wild cat stealing fish.

She didn't pay attention to the open drawer in the corner, and accidentally made a movement. Instead of instinctively stopping the sound source, she deceived herself and others to plug her ears.

Chen Ling was inexplicably funny, the magazine covered half of her face, and held her breath to look at her quietly.

The servant was alarmed and took his head from the kitchen, "Who is it?"

Shen Zhen curled up next to the TV cabinet, her eyes widened anxiously.

"Is there really a thief?" The servant took off his apron and planned to call the bodyguards. Chen Ling hid behind Shen Zhen and gestured for silence. The servant understood and immediately turned back to the kitchen.

Shen Zhen was limp and breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second, a man's hand stretched from behind her to the front, "Are you looking for it?"

It was her lost mobile phone.

Shen Zhen snatched it on tiptoe, the man purposely raised it above his head, she just hopped along that hand reflexively, and it took a long while before she snatched it back.

She was furious at first, thinking that Chen Chongzhou was playing with her, until she saw the man's face clearly, she instantly smiled, "Third Uncle!"

Chen Ling laughed, "You don't recognize life."

"I don't understand people I don't know well." Shen Zhen was puzzled, "But Third Uncle is no stranger, you even gave me a blood swallow."

"Is the place familiar?" He looked around, sitting on the sofa and picking the fruits in the fruit basket, "Do you come here often?"

"Come here once, with Chen Zha..." She swallowed, "with Professor Chen."

Chen Ling didn't ask any further questions, but peeled off the fruit with the folding knife, "Have you eaten the bird's nest yet?"

She truthfully confessed, "I'm not willing to eat."

"It's okay, I'll buy it again."

The flames in the fireplace crackled, and the air wave enveloped Chen Ling. Shen Zhen hesitated for a long time, "Third Uncle, why are you so kind to me? Don't you like Mr. Chen and Professor Chen?"

"They are all nephews, there is no difference."

With a calm expression, Chen Ling handed her an apple. The flesh was smooth and the knife marks were neat. She picked up the apple with one hand, and picked up the twirling peel with the other, "Third Uncle, you keep peeling the peel."

Shen Zhen took a big bite, his cheeks were swollen, like a goldfish desperately absorbing oxygen.

He crossed his long legs and stared at her, "You don't look good, you are very welcome."

"I'm not being rude, I'm not refusing." She was vague. "It's rumored that the third uncle is a gentleman. A gentleman doesn't get angry easily. Once angry, it's scary and he will draw a gun."

"Pull out the gun?" He laughed out loud, "In dangerous situations, but usually not."

Shen Zhen picked his teeth with his mouth wide open, "Do you carry guns with you?"

Her appearance amused Chen Ling, "I don't deserve a low level. I will go out and register in the armory. I will be equipped with a Type 64 and three bullets."

"Third Uncle, are you of a high rank?"

He didn't take it as a topic of conversation, and almost said lightly, "It is."

Shen Zhen was longing and lonely, "My dad has always hoped that I would become an official, and he looks proud in front of the neighbors."

Chen Ling seldom talked, and only listened to her words here and there, without beginning or end, although they were trivial, they were lively and pleasant.

She recalled something, "I was the team leader for collecting homework in junior high school, and I was a literary and art committee member in high school!"

"What art do you know?"

She gestured, "Make a clay figurine."

Chen Ling couldn't help laughing, "Very authentic art, intangible cultural heritage."

Shen Zhen rubbed the cherry blossom pattern on the phone case, "Third Uncle, I'm also a man of the day in college. I did a breakdance at the freshman entrance ceremony." She was emotional, "The boys below are all applauding, go down quickly—don't look away gone."

Hearing this, the smile that had just stopped was completely out of control, and he was concerned about her self-esteem, so he quickly said seriously, "You are looking for the mobile phone, not stealing it, why are you sneaking around."

"Last night, Chen Zheng guessed it was me." Shen Zhen felt guilty, "I'm uncomfortable here, I don't want to talk, I appear aboveboard, they want to ask me, but also stare at me to prevent me from running away."

"It's you?" Chen Ling frowned.

She lost interest, "I'm not the thief, I can't climb that high, but things happened because of me."

Chen Ling didn't respond any more, just meditating.

"If you don't get angry, I won't eat it." Shen Zhen put down the apple, "I don't like apples, I like raw lemons."

The man's tongue pressed against the wall of his teeth, and his jaw felt astringent.

The men in the Chen family have three fears: Chen Yuan is afraid of oil, Chen Chongzhou is afraid of sweetness, and Chen Ling is afraid of sour.

They don't stick to these three things.

In the police academy in the 90s, the students were wild, full of thorns, disobedient, and the teacher had no way out. He used a ruler to punish them for pull-ups, five-kilometer long-distance running, and walking on their hands.

Chen Ling is the champion of the decathlon, the top three in the culture class, he can be called a master in the 96th level, and he is famous all over the world. These moves can toss others, toss him, it's useless.

Teacher Luo had no choice but to think of another way to punish him by sucking lemons.

A pinch, starting from ten.

Stomach sour and bloated.

As a result, Chen Ling couldn't hear these two words from now on.

"Third Lord——" the nanny called him from the entrance, "There is a guest, the master is out to entertain, and the wife is in the Buddhist hall, would you welcome me?"

Chen Ling went straight to the door, the door opened, the streets and alleys were white, and a bunch of bright red was parked in the courtyard. Lei Hat, with a red nose and white teeth, is dignified and capable, "Chen Ling, I'm here to see you."

The nanny walked back and forth between Chen Ling and the woman, "Master, is that your friend?"

He didn't reply, apparently unexpectedly.

The nanny took the initiative to greet, "Miss, let's warm up in the room."

The woman stepped up the steps, "My surname is Luo, and I am the daughter of Teacher Chen Ling."

The nanny was surprised, "Miss Luo?"

Luo Sang was very happy, "You know me?" She asked Chen Ling, "Have you mentioned me in private?"

"I mentioned that you are the third master's childhood sweetheart." The nanny smiled.

Her cheeks were slightly hot, "My colleagues and I often mention you."

Chen Ling never mentioned Luo Sang at all. He has no trace of women in his life, let alone talking about women. When he was the captain of the serious crime team, he had a group of hot-blooded boys who had never been in love. Surrounded by criminals, he was so sleepy that he pestered him to refresh himself and asked, "Captain Chen, have you ever kissed?"

Chen Ling told them, "I kissed you."

"Is it soft?"

"Same as a man."

"Huh?" The criminal policeman laughed, "Women also grow beards?"

Chen Ling spat expressionlessly, "You kissed your chin?"

"I will have a girlfriend in the future, and I will kiss everywhere."

Chen Ling rubbed his forehead, looked at the woman standing in the middle of the snow, "Why are you here?"

"I went to the living room to look for you. Secretary Gu said that you were at the elder brother's house and had two days off after the business trip, so I came here."

Chen Ling felt that Gu Yunzhi's execution ability was excellent, but lying was useless.

Knowing that he resists women and knowing what Luosang is up to, he should avoid her by cooperating internally and externally, why bother to meet her.

He maintained the basic etiquette, "Is there something urgent?"

Luo Sang was carrying a box of sea cucumber and black-bone chicken, "I learned a new dish, and my father said it tastes good, do you want to try my cooking?"

Chen Ling had a headache, "Brother and sister-in-law are at home."

He intended to dissuade her, but never thought that she would face the difficulties, "Although the Luo family is not in business, they admire Chairman Chen's name very much. I just happened to visit your elder brother and sister-in-law."

His headache got worse, and he simply said bluntly, "What identity are you visiting?"

Luo Sang was startled, but immediately realized, "I will accept whatever identity you give me."

Chen Ling said, "We graduated from the same police academy, and you are my younger sister."

The temperature dropped after the snow, and the air was chilly. He didn't mean to invite her in, but only told the bodyguards to drive in the garage, "Are you going home, or going back to the court?"

Luo Sang understood that he was chased away, and he was really unwilling.

She deliberately picked Chen Ling's time in the old house. At least he was concerned about her face so that he wouldn't miss it.

As a result, he was more indifferent than he imagined.

Luo Sang looked past Chen Ling, and through the large French windows, she found a woman in the living room. The woman lowered her head, her hands hung above the fireplace to bake, her face was cute and pure.

In an instant, the crossroads that night flashed through her mind.

Ambiguous neon, lonely midnight.

In Chen Ling's eyes, she discovered an unknown, special and heavy feeling.

Even his breathing and the frequency of blinking eyelashes are full of contradictory tension and restraint.

The desire to be close is difficult to get close, and the desire has not disappeared.

The more extreme, the more struggling, the more charming.

The most mysterious and deadly thing is that this feeling comes from a mature man with a story.

For such a man, there are very few emotions in his life. Emotions are a ray of flame in his barren and barren world, burning across the fields, burning over the embankments, and accumulating ashes throughout his life.

Luo Sang's smile became stiff, "Who is that girl to you?"