The bodyguard pushed open the four-meter-high cast aluminum door.

Enter the eye.

The walls are covered with crystal tiles and the winding private aisles are more like a secret private play area.

Outside the panoramic floor-to-ceiling glass window, you can completely overlook the night view of the city of Shanghai, where every inch of land is precious. The high-rise buildings on the opposite side tower into the clouds, and they are as brilliant as ever.

This is a lot of people who are good at reincarnation. They have been on the side of life and wealth since they were born.

Head up and move forward.

Zhou Lüchen was playing mahjong in front of the square table, lighting a cigarette with a lighter, and moving casually.

As the cigarette was held on the lips, when a trace of smoke came out, the large joints of the throat bones rolled over without leaving any trace, and then I swallowed.

It doesn't seem decadent when people appreciate it. The frivolous smile in his eyes is so noble that he doesn't know the sufferings of the world.

The aura of a rich man cannot be faked.

While the tea was fragrant, they behaved and talked appropriately.

Shen Jing understood.

Why did the bodyguard insist on keeping her cell phone?

The rules are clear, the people sitting here are all noble sons with strong family backgrounds, and the word "second generation rich" is an understatement.

The Internet is developed, and the father behind Mr. Tuesday has an extraordinary status. Who dares to bring photography products close to him to expose even a little bit of his private life.

Sometimes you don't necessarily know what Zhou Lüchen looks like if you know the name Zhou Lüchen. The rich and powerful hide their private lives too well.

Shen Jing clicked the chain of her bag and was momentarily absent-minded, just looking at Zhou Lüchen.

Probably crazy, it reminded her of his sweaty nights.

But he was so immersed in the world of flowers that he had no time to look at her.

The woman sitting closest to Zhou Luchen is a very popular A-list actress on the Internet, with top-notch looks and figure.

Beautiful, Hong Kong style, proud of her measurements.

The acting skills are not bad, and the publicity is quite popular. Those first-hand resources are indeed dug from Zhou Luchen. No one knows it on the surface, but everyone in this industry knows everything about it.

The woman whispered, "Boss Zhou."

Boss Zhou is very spiritual.

Capitalist honorific.

Zhou Luchen raised his eyebrows slightly, "What?"

The woman spoke openly and coquettishly, "You haven't come out to play with me for a long time. Every time you have to create an encounter, I'm very tired. What should I do?"

Green smoke and white mist lingered in his eyes, Zhou Lüchen's black eyes narrowed slightly, "Is there anything good I can do to you?"

His smile, with his shallow eye sockets, slight filling in the corners of his eyes, and a little spark on his thin lips, is particularly confusing and affectionate.

The woman faced his smile, and while she was sinking, she acted bolder, her upper body tilted in an ambiguous posture, and she leaned close to Zhou Lüchen's ear, "Boss Zhou can do anything good he wants."

Zhou Lüchen raised his hand to signal the cigarette in his hand, "Be careful of burning you."

It means don't get too close, or it could be because I'm afraid the smoke will burn you and I feel sorry for you. Listen, your words are ambiguous.

The woman smiled brightly and said, "I'm not afraid of getting burned."

"obedient."

Zhou Lüchen smacked the cigarette between his fingers and said, "Go make tea."

When he is romantic, the women around him must be beautiful, and he can be aloof and indifferent at will.

The female star was sensible and didn't dare to offend him too much. She said yes with a smile and went to make him tea.

It seemed that he had only glanced at Shen Jing once or twice.

Shen Jing wanted to leave at that moment, but found that the 4-meter-high gate in the distance had already been tightly closed.

No one cared who she was. Chen Yao, who had thrown her in, leaned against the bar and asked the incense master for lemons. It was none of his business.

There weren't many people, seven or eight, and Shen Jing didn't know anyone.

She looked to Zhou Lüchen for help, "How do I open this door?"

Zhou Luchen stubbed out his cigarette butt and only looked at her.

Shen Jing pointed to the door gently.

He casually asked, "What is Shen?"

No one said anything. There is no one named Shen here.

Shen Jing rushed to answer, "Shen Jing."

It’s so easy to say that you’ve indulged so much that you can’t even remember your name.

She still remembered being in his arms that night and writing on his palm.

The black and gold-faced mahjong tiles were rubbed on his fingertips, and he asked her which jing they were.

Shen Jing sat down on the stool next to him and wrote on the red tablecloth with her index finger again: Jing

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on Shen Jing, and they were surprised, but after thinking about it, they suddenly realized that there are always some beauties around the second young master. This is not surprising.

Zhou Luchen glanced at her, "Why, who are you looking for?"

"I came to see you, do you believe it?" Shen Jing responded.

Being used to such words, Zhou Lvchen couldn't help but ask, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Shen Jing raised her face slightly and looked at Zhou Lüchen, "Do you think I dare to talk nonsense?"

Zhou Luchen just glanced at her lightly and could see through her with just one glance.

But he was not interested in getting to know Shen Jing. He raised his skeletal fingers and asked her if she knew how to play cards.

"If I lose, I'll count on it."

Shen Jinghui usually gets together to play cards to pass the time when there is no performance in the group.

She reached for the card and said quietly, "Card, why did you give it to me?"

With that said, he showed Zhou Lüchen the nine tubes he got.

Zhou Lüchen taught her how to play cards step by step, and knocked Hongzhong away with his finger, "Is this happening?"

He spoke frankly, but it seemed like he really forgot to give the card.

He is a master of sensual pleasure.

"Zhou Luchen."

She whispered his name.

He glanced at her lazily, "What are you asking Zhou Lüchen to do?"

Shen Jing turned sideways and looked at him like this.

After all, they were two people who had slept with each other. When their eyes met, they seemed to be melting with fire, secretly breeding a magnetic field of lust.

The small purple stove on the crystal incense stand is burning incense, and the incense master is carefully frying the incense.

The air is filled with the smell of Qinan decoction, soft, rich, simple and reserved.

Qinnan is fragrant once every thousand years.

The whole house smells like burning money.

The top-quality Baiqi costs hundreds of thousands per gram, and its ever-changing aroma is perfectly suited to Zhou Lüchen’s lazy and casual personality.

Perhaps she was heard saying his name so wildly that everyone was silent for half a minute.

Some looked at the cards, and the wise man threw the nine tubes. The little girl was confused. The second young master had a very bad temper.

After Chen Yao had eaten the melon, he personally brought several cups of tea over.

"I don't even call him by his first name." Chen Yao said.

Shen Jing said with a smile on her face, "Why don't you call me, otherwise the second young master will have such a nice name for nothing."

La~

The tune is sweet and sweet to the bone.

Zhou Lüchen lightly licked his lips, and soon drank the tea indifferently.

After all, she could sit next to Zhou Lüchen, and her poker friends were all enthusiastic about her, so how could they dare to ignore her.

She is not a person with stage fright.

It’s just a matter of fun here, who is more serious than who else? Even if they see each other the next day, they won’t even remember their faces.

It's possible that you might even remember the girl's name incorrectly.

Come down in a circle.

The tea is also cold.

Zhou Lüchen said to his poker partner, "I'm tired of it, go back first."

"No next game?" Chen Yao wondered.

"Something's wrong."

He was not interested, and stretched his arms across Shen Jing to take his suit jacket. From time to time, he accidentally touched her, and the static electricity rubbed up a strand of her long hair, intertwining it around his watch.

Zhou Luchen glanced at Shen Jing.

She was so nervous that her shoulders collapsed into a straight line.

Such pure love.

The purple silk satin tight skirt hugs the figure, and the waist is straight and soft. It looks thin and not enough to hold, but it feels material and soft to the touch.
Chapter completed!