Shen Zhixing leaned lazily on the back of the sofa chair, smoking a cigarette casually, and when the smoke was exhaled, it enveloped his handsome face.
It is a recognized fact that Shen Zhixing has always been good-looking. The features are distinct and the lines are elegant, as if they were carefully carved by God. Those deep eyes, like obsidian, seem to be able to attract all the brilliance.
God is really unfair sometimes. He gave this man a unique appearance and a distinguished life experience that others could not envy. Of course, to be a great and successful person, these are not enough if you want to go far.
Although it may be due to love, this man definitely worked hard the day after tomorrow. Architect, investment banker, businessman, all kinds of titles can not be overstated for Shen Zhixing.
Ji Hengxi looked at Shen Zhixing, "You don't look like I ruined your good deeds, but you look like you were kicked out."
There should be only one person who has the ability to do this, Mrs. Shen!
She lives in seclusion, not only in her work, but also in her life. There are few outside rumors about what kind of woman Mrs. Shen is. Everyone is actually quite obsessed with such a woman.
Before An Yunhe became Mrs. Shen, she was just An Yunhe, a woman not remembered by the outside world. Even though she had a prominent family background, compared with those famous ladies, the low-key An Yunhe was a mystery.
After marrying Shen Zhixing, she had an additional identity. She was not only the daughter of the An family, but also the daughter-in-law of the Shen family, Shen Zhixing's wife. The title of Mrs. Shen made many women envious.
If you want to be such a woman, do you think that just having a face is enough, or you have to study hard? That is absolutely impossible!
When you step into the boudoir of a wealthy family, you definitely need more than just the sparse and ordinary things like appearance, which too many women have.
Shen Zhixing's face is very smelly, and he looks like he is dissatisfied with desire!
"It's not drinking. Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Shen Zhixing picked up the wine in front of him and drank.
"Drinking is a pastime. You seem to have a deep hatred when you drink. Be careful about drinking too much." Ji Hengxi finished his words.
There is a saying that if the wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk... That's not right, it is not suitable to describe the current Shen Zhixing.
Looking at Feng Yi smoking a cigarette in the corner, Ji Hengxi asked, "What do you think happened to our Young Master Shen?"
The light in the corner was a bit dim. Although Feng Yi's specific appearance could not be clearly seen, under the blurry light, he could still be distinguished as a good-looking man.
The people in their circle are either masters or juniors. They are all ancestors of the Beijing circle, second-generation ancestors who cannot afford to offend, and third-generation rich people from three famous places. Their titles are not simple.
"I don't know." Feng Yi's answer was straightforward.
"I know it's useless to ask you. It's boring to have a drink with you, one by one..." Ji Hengxi flipped through the address book with his mobile phone, thinking about whether to call a few girls over.
As a result, the door of the room was pushed open and he ran directly towards a person, "Brother Xing."
In the middle of winter, Ran Zhenzhen was dressed like a butterfly. She felt cold even if she looked at it.
"Why are you here?" Ji Hengxi asked casually.
Ran Zhenzhen sat next to Shen Zhixing, "I heard what the waiter said. When Brother Xing is here, I will come over to play."
Then Ran Zhenzhen looked at the man on the side and smiled, "Okay, brother, call me next time you come to play, and I will accompany you."
As she said that, she was already sticky. If Shen Zhixing usually pushed her away, he knew how to avoid some rouge and vulgar powder.
It's not that I'm afraid of causing trouble, but I really don't like those cliché rouge smells.
When did I start not liking her? In fact, I have always disliked her. Later, I married Yunhe. She smelled so unique that I couldn’t put my finger on it.
Later, there was a period of time when he specifically looked for the smell, thinking it was perfume. Later he learned that Yunhe didn't use perfume, and then he went to her place of work and smelled the smell in those ancient books.
Shen Zhixing drank a little too much, and the noise in his ears was Ran Zhenzhen singing.
It was too noisy. Shen Zhixing stood up and said, "Brother Ran, you have to leave." Ran Zhenzhen, who had thrown away the microphone, took his arm.
Shen Zhixing didn't push her away and walked out of the bar. Ji Hengxi looked at her and said, "Zhixing, get in the car and I'll take you back."
"It's better that I send brother Zhixing off and leave him to me. Don't worry."
"You vixen, I've known for a long time that you want to eat your brother, so I'm even more worried about you."
Ran Zhenzhen scolded, "No, and you see, Brother Xing didn't even push me away."
Ji Hengxi wanted to say a few more words, but Feng Yi stopped him, "He's awake, just let him go."
This was not the first time that Shen Zhixing went out to play. He knew many things well.
After getting in the car, Ran Zhenzhen leaned against Shen Zhixing and looked at him obsessively. Then he took out his cell phone and kissed his face with a "click".
Looking at the photo of the two of them, Ran Zhenzhen was very excited.
