Chapter 232: The best fate of acting spoiled

Alice dared not guess too much. She has been with Zhuang Huaijun for nearly six years and has never seen any thoughts. She only knows that everyone in the world praises Mr. Zhuang, a ZJ family, for becoming famous at a young age, with thunderous wrists and outstanding abilities. In just ten years, she has created a brand new, killing and unrestrained force.

No one knows how the process is.

No one knows what his background is.

I only know that a young man stood out from the heavy bloody battles, and seemed to be born to sit firmly on the throne of power. Since she followed Zhuang Huaijun, he was only in his twenties, and this man seemed to have lost his ordinary heart and was cruel and indifferent. He seemed to never understand the arguments between feelings and people.

even.

The simplest love life has never happened.

Women? Men?

She had never seen her by his side.

It seems that in Zhuang Huaijun's eyes, nothing fascinates him more than power and ambition.

The most terrible thing is to have no lust.

Plop—

The calm sea rolled.

Zhuang Huaijun lifted his black eyelashes, stared at the place with his dark and dull eyes, and slowly closed the fishing line. It was a big black snapper. The sea fish was fierce and struggled constantly after biting the hook.

He retracted the line and threw the fish into the bucket beside him.

The fish flapped a few times.

The cold water splashed on him.

Zhuang Huaijun's eyes were not warm, and his obviously delicate and evil face seemed to have been stripped of his emotions. He frowned and looked at his slightly wet trousers.

Looking at the dark sky ahead, I suddenly lost interest.

When I stood up.

He covered his lips and coughed a few times, his face slightly red when he coughed.

Alice hurried forward, but did not dare to touch him, so she could only take out the medicine from her pocket and hand it to him: "Mr. Zhuang, the temperature here is too low, why don't you go back first?"

Mr. Zhuang is not in such good health.

When she followed him, he seemed to have a root of illness. It seemed that it was a child and hurt the lungs. He always coughed. Every time he coughed, his lungs were sore, and people were prone to losing weight.

Zhuang Huaijun suppressed the itchy feeling in his throat.

Didn't take the medicine, "No."

Alice was a little anxious, "Can't you cure this disease?"

Why, never let the doctor cure it?

She doesn't understand.

Zhuang Huaijun seemed to have been touched by some reverse scale, and his expression became darker in his eyes, which was colder and more impermanent than this bleak sea. "Alice, you know I don't like people who talk too much."

Alice shivered all over.

The light in his eyes disappeared, and he lowered his head respectfully and obediently: "I am a transgressor."

Zhuang Huaijun ignored the woman.

He walked into the house with his long legs.

The sea sways.

He walked to the side of the bed with a secret block. Enter the password to open it. There was a photo frame inside. There were two young girls in the photo. They were old, or the shooting tools were not good, and the pixels were poor. The girl could see that she was withdrawn. She sat alone in the corridor. It was raining outside. The boy who was older than her stood beside him. He held a black umbrella in his hand, but he was cold-hearted and did not beat the girl. He even tilted the umbrella badly. The rain water poured on the girl's head along the curve of the umbrella.

This scene makes people feel that the relationship between the two is not harmonious no matter how you look at it.

But such a photo was preserved.

The meaning is unknown.

The intention is unknown.

The idea is unknown.

Zhuang Huaijun looked at the face that looked young in the photo.

A sneer appeared on his lips. He threw the photo frame on the table and lit a cigarette. The smoke spread out on his gloomy face.

He glanced at the photo from the beginning. The light marks intertwined, the face in the photo was almost blurred, and the memories of the past were rolling, from beginning to end, one by one.

When I twisted the cigarette butts, my voice became more and more depressed: "Mushroom head, the world has changed, I won't."

What should be calculated, it still has to be calculated.

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The next day.

After Dongxi drove away, the dampness at night faded away.

When Shen Zhouyi woke up, Pei Jinxing had already gotten up.

He was sitting in front of the window, the mottled light was gently down. He lowered his head, his black hair was drooping, and his jawline was even more prominent. His lips were red, and his color improved significantly.

Holding the phone in my hand, I don’t know what I’m doing.

Shen Zhouyi got up, "How do you feel?"

Pei Jinxing raised his head, tilted his head and raised his lips: "It's not bad, I have a strong recovery ability."

He jumped out of the bay window and walked over in two steps, "Have you been sleeping well? Did you get tired yesterday?"

Said.

He went to pinch her waist.

"You fell asleep last night and hummed a few words of soreness in your waist. How uncomfortable?"

I think so.

Yesterday, he felt crazy.

She also said, will he break up if he works so hard?

Of course not.

He is young and strong.

Although……

Going to the hospital.

But this is absolutely not related to his ability.

Shen Zhouyi was shocked, "Me?"

Pei Jinxing raised his eyebrows, "You are the only one who hugged me and hummed. He even bit me when he fell asleep. He didn't treat me as a patient. If you don't believe me, please see."

He unbuttoned the buttons of his hospital gown and spread them out. On the chest muscles in front of his heart, near the honey fruit, there was a shallow tooth mark, which was so faint that it could hardly be seen. He even took it out for her to see it with grievance.

Shen Zhouyi: "...I'm sorry."

When did she have this problem?

Pei Jinxing bent down with his back and supported the bed with one hand, pressing her down. His affectionate eyes were red, seductive and sick: "Compare me."

Shen Zhouyi frowned immediately, "No, Zhizhi said he should be intimate."

Still in the hospital.

Pei Jinxing paused and suddenly remembered the woman's appearance when she said that sentence calmly.

“…”

"Is she reliable?"

"Why is it not reliable? You should have heard of her name."

Pei Jinxing narrowed his eyes, "Then why do I think she was carrying a private goods to me?"

This feeling is actually quite strange.

It was clearly the first time we met, but he had an inexplicable intuition.

Shen Zhouyi pushed him away, his expression could not tell anything, "You are thinking too much."

Pei Jinxing simply went to the hospital bed lazily, pillowing one hand behind her head, and casually playing with her hair, "How did you meet? It seems that the relationship is good?"

A person like Qin Zhizhi.

Even a family like them may not be invited.

As a result, Shen Zhouyi shouted like this.

His sister...

It seems to be more mysterious than he thought.

Genius painter? Miss Shen? What about that?

Shen Zhouyi thought about it and said vaguely: "According to it, it's okay."

Pei Jinxing did not ask too much detail, but instead lowered his head lazily to hug her, as if he was acting coquettish. He raised his chin and his bright red lips were so seductive, "Sister, I haven't recovered yet, it hurts very much."

Shen Zhouyi suddenly became nervous, "Where?"

"All body."

His Adam's apple rolled, his eyelids were shallow, "Kiss me."

Shen Zhouyi immediately lost his opinion.

Why did he get sick and become more charming?

"Zhizhi said..."

"Just a moment."

He had hooked her neck and pressed it down, his tone was obedient, but his movements were not, and he felt rebellious and rebellious, as if he was about to fuck Qin Zhizhi.

Shen Zhouyi was so hard that he was about to go crazy.

She turned over and pressed down and knelt on him.

She said fiercely: "Pei Jinxing, I will make you unable to get out of bed again."

The result.

The man just laughed, and the erratic situation was filled with bad smell.

Shen Zhouyi felt something was wrong.

She seemed to have a sense of emotion and looked at the door.

Chen Zhaoqing stood there, his cold face was dull.

Shen Zhouyi: "..."

My uncle, listen to my explanation.

That's not the meaning of not being able to get out of bed!
Chapter completed!