Bait

Shen Zhen changed her clothes and waited for Chen Ling in the guest room.

Until nine o'clock, there was no movement in the north courtyard.

She walked along the living room, where the washed bedding was hanging on the roof, in a row horizontally, and a row vertically, shadowy and intertwined.

In the past few days, it has been raining and snowing, and the fog is so thick that it cannot be opened.

A ray of dawn pierced the fog, and at the end of the surging clouds and fog, the man's body was blurred.

Climbing over high slopes with spotless sneakers, tall and straight legs, and narrow waist and hips, he fully reveals his mystery that he wants to cover up.

The neatly folded square handkerchief fell apart among the pine leaves, and the man didn't notice it.

"Third Uncle!" Shen Zhen put his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Your handkerchief!"

Chen Ling plugged in his earphones and jumped across the flower bed.

Shen Zhen rushed out of the living room, and the servant caught up, "Miss Shen! Where are you going?"

She is well-behaved and very quiet, "Sister Fen, third uncle is running in the backyard, I have something for him."

The servant looked around, and it was indeed Chen Ling.

The third master treated her unusually, and the servant didn't dare to spoil her interest easily, "Then you go and come back quickly, don't make things difficult for me."

Shen Zhen searched for Chen Ling around the garden, she ran half a circle, he returned from the Swan Lake, and met beside a phoenix tree, she crossed her waist and panted, "Third Uncle..."

Chen Ling stopped, running and jumping on the spot, "Your physical strength is really poor."

She waved, "A lap of 2000 meters, a half lap of 500 meters, my lungs are about to explode."

"Half a circle of 500 meters..." he repeated, "Your lungs are fine, it's your brain."

Shen Zhen threw out the handkerchief tremblingly, "Your—"

Chen Ling caught it. His square handkerchief smelled like mint and lemon. It smelled of her, and it smelled like rose salt. He couldn't help laughing, "Follow me."

She was at a loss, "What with you?"

"Train with me, at most one month, you—"

"I'll be cremated." Shen Zhen squatted down, still feeling tired, and simply sat on the floor, massaging his sore hips.

Chen Ling swiftly unbuttoned his sportswear, "Get up."

She was weak all over, her little face was pale, and she lay there unresponsive.

He strangled her wrist, and with a forceful tug of three or four minutes, he padded the coat to the ground.

A short distance away, Chen Ling leaned over against the light, and Shen Zhen inadvertently raised his eyelids. Beads of sweat dripped from his chin, passed through his Adam's apple, rolled silently, and then slid into his collar. The barrier swells and undulates in the hazy light and shadow, and the cotton rope belt of the same color tightens the cuffs, making it look handsome and upright.

Shen Zhen suddenly thought of the fasting monk.

The gray-toned temple in the mountains, a lonely pillar of sandalwood, colorless and uninhabited.

That should be what Chen Ling looked like.

He was originally abstinent, but he had a clear understanding of the world of mortals, and he developed a sexual tension that women all over the world couldn't dream of.

He shed a drop of sweat and turned upside down.

Shen Zhen pulled it out from under her body, "Your coat is dirty."

Chen Ling frowned and didn't touch it, "Women are afraid of the cold."

She pursed her lips, wiped off the muddy dust and stood up, "I'll wash it off and return it to you, okay?"

He didn't want to trouble, and stretched out his hand, "I don't need women to wash clothes."

Shen Zhen turned around and walked towards Building 4.

Chen Ling stared at her back, petite and hasty, with a hint of stubbornness, he smiled, "OK."

The old house was empty at this time, on the way back to the South Courtyard, Chen Ling called her, "Shen Zhen."

She stops.

"After packing, come to the North Courtyard, and I will drive you home."

After saying this, he pushed aside the screen and disappeared into the corridor.

Shen Zhen found the bathroom, fetched a basin of warm water, and soaked Chen Ling's coat.

The earphone cable was caught on the button, and it was still playing vaguely. She put it close to her ear to try it out, and it contained the song about a man with a lot of pride and self-improvement—face the waves with pride, and his blood is like the red sun.

She couldn't help but chuckle, the servant passed by the door and poked her head, "Miss Shen, what are you laughing at?"

Shen Zhen kneaded the foam, "The song of laughing at the third uncle is old and old, the love song is so good."

The servant took out the sofa cover from the washing machine drum, "Those words of love and love, the third master can't help it."

"What about falling in love? Women of all ages like romance."

"Women like romance, and they like Sanye more." The servant explained, "Women are not satisfied with Sanye as a husband."

Shen Zhen suddenly smiled, "That's right."

"Oh—" the servant snatched the basin in front of her, "I'll wash it for you, you rest."

She avoided, "I did it myself, I did the dirty."

The servant was startled, "Isn't this the third master's sportswear?"

Shen Zhen was completely focused on listening to the song, and didn't take it seriously, "Yeah."

The servant left the bathroom without saying a word.

On the other side, Chen Chongzhou's car drove into He Mansion and parked in the courtyard.

When he got off, he also got off, "I'm with you."

"You finally took the initiative to come to the door." She took his arm, "Give in?"

Chen Chongzhou smiled, "I surrender?"

When is it time to tease him, "I begged you before, but you refused to come, but today I am positive."

"Positive has a positive reason." He tilted his head, smiling deeply, "I have never seriously visited your room."

"Okay." When did you rejoice, "My room is the most moving at night."

The nanny stood at the entrance door to welcome them, "Sir and Madam are in the living room."

Chen Chongzhou walked in, with a dignified appearance, slightly nodded, "Uncle, aunt."

Mrs. He raised her head, a half-meter-long tassel hung down from the magnificent crystal chandelier, her masculine demeanor was noble and elegant, extremely gentle.

"Chongzhou is here?" She told the nanny, "Don't add sugar to the food, cook a few more vegetarian dishes, my uncle will stay for lunch."

The nanny was also happy, "The madam is looking forward to the second son. The mother-in-law looks at the uncle, and the more she looks at him, the more she loves him."

Chen Chongzhou signaled Xue Yan to put down the gift, "I have let down my aunt's kindness, the company has a meeting, I'm afraid I have to rush the schedule."

Mrs. He was a little disappointed, "It's okay, you are busy." Then she became happy, "Old He, Chongzhou bought your favorite red wine. He remembered the brand you mentioned last time."

He Pengkun was flipping through the newspaper, but he didn't have a good attitude, "Chen Dong is here?"

The joyful atmosphere was instantly destroyed completely.

"You're sick again—" Mrs. He shoved him, "Chongzhou succeeds the chairman, family business is the most important thing, and children's love is naturally ignored. Isn't it good for a son-in-law to have a future? You would like your daughter to marry a wimp."

He Pengkun directly gave Chen Chongzhou a slap in the face, "It's good to be promising, too promising, high-sighted, ungrateful, your daughter will end badly!"

Mrs. He was annoyed by his eccentricity, "What kindness do you have? Fucheng was founded by Chen Zheng, and Chongzhou inherited you?"

He stared at Chen Chongzhou, "Back then, the boss of the Chen family was in the limelight, and he suppressed you and couldn't get into the board of directors. Seeing that the second room was defeated in the internal struggle, I went out to put pressure on Chen Zheng, and you took the director's seat. The directors of Fucheng are all top-notch. He Peiyu has no status, and Jiang Rong's eldest son is outstanding. Why do they acquiesce in allowing you to enter? It's because of my power, He Pengkun. You are the son-in-law of my He family. They secretly disapprove of you. I will still give you three points." He Pengkun closed the newspaper, "Chen Zheng doesn't know your true face of making trouble, but I do."

"He Pengkun, you—"

"Aunt." Chen Chongzhou stopped Mrs. He, "Uncle's accusation is true."

The latter was suffocating, "Great family, which family is not fighting for family property, status, and making a mess? If you don't fight or grab it, is it time to marry the Chen family and drink the northwest wind? He Pengkun, you have three women and one man in your generation. Why, if you have brothers, it will be your turn to inherit smoothly? You have no right to scold Chongzhou."

"Suwen, you are confused by his superficial etiquette, benevolence and filial piety. Believe it or not." He Pengkun pointed at Chen Chongzhou, "He dared to eat the He family alive!"

"Dad." When is the time to brush his hand away, "You will be angry if Chongzhou does not come, and you will be angry if you come. You are too difficult to serve."

Mrs. He smoothed things over, "You don't need to worry about the banquet and the dress, we are almost ready. Chongzhou, it is not convenient for us to decide what kind of wedding ring you like. You can go to a jewelry store to order one when you have time to accompany you."

Chen Chongzhou remained silent and did not respond.

The anger that He Pengkun had just subsided came back again, "Look at his unwillingness! Could it be that the daughter of my He family is not worthy of him?"

"Aren't you finished?" When was it too late to lose face, he dragged Chen Chongzhou upstairs and slammed the door hard.

"It's all reversed!" He Pengkun gritted his teeth and paced back and forth, "This second child, Chen, has caused your mother and daughter to be fascinated. The first time I saw him, he has a greasy hair and a full belly, and he really harmed women!"

Mrs. He sat down, "I don't want oily hair and noodles, I want your face to be wrinkled."

Among the second generation children, Chen Chongzhou was the youngest and the most qualified.

He is notoriously disloyal, not warm-hearted in his dealings with others, his interests are at the top of his list, and he is cold to the core. Compared with the honest and honest Boss Chen, he is in heaven and earth.

This kind of wolf face, to win the hearts of the people, can only be bright.

The sons of the Yi family and the Zheng family have been hanging out with him since they were young, and they always call out the second brother, those two ghost spirits, if Chen Chongzhou has no morals, they will not submit to an illegitimate child.

Mrs. He sighed, "Do you have to force Chongzhou into a hurry? Where can you find such an excellent son-in-law? So what if he is unwilling? Yue Le is holding the handle of the Chen family. He doesn't want the Chen family to collapse, so he can only marry Shi. The two families get married first, have feelings for each other for a long time, give birth to a child and combine property, divorce hurts muscles and bones, loses people and loses money, he is so shrewd, would he be willing to bleed?"

He Pengkun opened his mouth, but finally fell silent.

***

Chen Chongzhou stood in front of the window of the bedroom, the asphalt road outside was covered with golden sunshine, and through the floor-to-ceiling gauze curtain, the floor was covered.

When is the time to take off the high heels and hug the man from behind, "It's rare for us to be so harmonious."

He glanced at the white carpet, Shen Zhen also likes bare feet, the soles of her feet are always soaked in cold, including winter, she will be wrapped in fat cotton clothes, with her ponytail tied up, like a clumsy duck, secretly stepping on the snow in the streets , His ankles were red from the cold, and he caught him straight.

"Are my feet beautiful?" When Li tilted his head, "You are fascinated."

Chen Chongzhou woke up, without changing his face, "I didn't look at you."

She was always clever, she noticed that he was losing his mind, and she also expected for whom he was losing his mind at this moment.

"In the arms of my fiancée, thinking of another woman." She stood on tiptoe, wrapping her arms around his neck, playing the piano with her fingertips, teasing the veins in his neck, "Occasionally I'm generous, but mostly I'm jealous."

Chen Chongzhou asked without warning, "Is your sister living well in Switzerland?"

"Caring about my sister?" When did you face him, "but don't care about me."

"With the channels I have, He Yuele's life seems to be very unfortunate." He quietly broke away from her hand, walked to the head of the bed, and looked at the surrounding furnishings.

When it was time, I didn't even notice his subtext, "That brother-in-law who is an official treats my sister very well."

"is it?"

She smiled and leaned closer again, "Much better than you to me."

"It seems that I am indeed a scumbag." Chen Chongzhou's slender fingers touched the lampshade, as if absent-minded, and spit out a name, "There is a man who is not a scumbag, Jiang Lingyu."

When it was time, his expression suddenly changed.

After a long while of dead silence, he slowly turned his head and smiled intriguingly, "Why, are you unfamiliar?"

Her limbs tensed, "You know him."

"It's because he was too careless, revealing his whereabouts." The wick was dimmed, Chen Chongzhou was tired of playing, and let go as if nothing had happened, "Who is he, do you need me to remind you?"