Zhou Jingchen chewed on his cigarette. The smoke choked him and made him squint his eyes slightly. "There is no room for negotiation when marrying into the Geng family."
"It's a pity, Miss Xi'er. Geng Shiqing is a dog who can't change his habit of eating shit." The secretary gently closed the door tightly, "But how many second-generation children will become great people? Living a mediocre life and not causing trouble for their parents is already a good thing. Well done, as outstanding as you and the Ye brothers are, it’s the family’s ancestral graves that are smoking.”
"Is there any news about Ye Bonan?" Zhou Jingchen put on his coat again and buttoned it up.
The secretary followed him towards the courtyard, "Ye Bonan is currently entertaining an overseas inspection group."
"Signed?"
"Not yet. The profits are huge, there are many processes, and senior executives and middle-level cadres are robbing each other to get kickbacks. Ye Bonan fed them well before he could sign."
The secretary opened the back door. Zhou Jingchen didn't get in the car. He opened the driver's door himself, "I'll buy medicine. You go back to the company and keep an eye on Ye Bonan."
When Zhou Jingchen returned to his old house, Cheng Xi fell asleep.
There is a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge on the bedside table.
She loved to drink this when she was in school. She drank it every day and never got tired of it. It was mixed with vinegar and sesame oil. It had a very strange taste. They don't eat the whites of preserved eggs, but only the yolks. The nanny breaks four or five preserved egg yolks at a time, which Zhou Jingchen thinks is fishy.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and turned on the light.
Cheng Xi opened his eyes in confusion. He thought it was a dream at first, but after thinking about it, he sat up suddenly and said, "Why are you in my room?"
Zhou Jingchen raised his chin and found a bag of medicine next to the porridge bowl.
"Get out." She was frightened, "Aunt Zhou is next door."
The man took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair. His shirt smelled of cigarette smoke.
It was not thick, mixed with moist water vapor, and penetrated into Cheng Xi's nose, making her heart tremble.
He didn't have time to change into a new shirt.
This one is dirty.
There are blood stains of Geng Shiqing.
"It's raining outside." He said slowly.
The first spring rain at the beginning of spring this year.
"Are you injured?" Cheng Xi asked.
Geng Shiqing took medicine and was in heat again. He was as strong as an ox. She saw him hit Zhou Jingchen like a mad dog.
"It's not hurt."
Zhou Jingchen stretched his sleeves.
Cheng Xi caught his small movements and stretched out his hand.
The man took the bowl and gave it to her.
"Roll up your sleeves."
Zhou Jingchen was reclining, his legs naturally relaxed and motionless.
Cheng Xi's back was burning, and the whip was drawing blood, but there was no bleeding. She crawled an inch closer to the bed and pulled his arm.
A bruise on my wrist.
It was Geng Shiqing who threw the teapot and knocked it.
"Have you looked in the mirror?" Zhou Jingchen suddenly said without any clue.
She looked up.
"With disheveled hair and a grinning grin."
After Zhou Jingchen finished teasing her, he lifted the blanket and said, "Lie down."
He opened the medicine box again and threw it on the blanket, "Apply it yourself."
Cheng Ximeng lay under the quilt, dipped his fingertips in ointment, and applied it to his back from both sides of his waist.
"Is it enough?" He glanced at the bulging and squirming quilt.
Enough is attainable, effortful.
Zhou Jingchen applied some medicine on his middle finger and reached into the bed. His hands were cold and so was the medicine. Cheng Xi groaned.
Her skin was watery, covered in sweat, and had a natural smoothness. When he touched it, her waist trembled.
"Should you paint your shoulders?"
"Paint the underside of your shoulders..."
When the whip was pulled down, it scratched the butterfly bone, leaving a faint red mark.
"Whether you paint the front or not."
The chain that tied her neck had a hook that was very sharp. Cheng Xi was dangling in the box with her butt sticking out, and it also cut her chest. She tightened the edge of the blanket and said, "I can reach it myself."
Zhou Jingchen looked indifferent, moved down, pressed his fingers on her groin, and applied it twice.
The area was numb and numb, and the ointment covered it, making it very comfortable.
There was the sound of slippers scraping outside the door.
Cheng Xi pushed, and Zhou Jingchen was also quick to sit back in his chair without making a sound.
As soon as Mrs. Zhou entered the door, she saw him checking the instructions for the medicine against the light. Cheng Xi was sleeping soundly, and the atmosphere was harmonious and normal, but her brows were still so tight that she almost pinched a fly.
"How long have you been back?"
Zhou Jingchen stood up and said, "I just came back."
"Is Xi'er not awake yet?" Mrs. Zhou tucked the corner of her quilt with concern, then reprimanded him solemnly, "You lost your composure today."
"Geng Shiqing has no one in his sight, and uses ruthless tricks to vent his lust. If the Zhou family ends the story without any pain, and the Geng family becomes even more unscrupulous after the marriage, what about the Zhou family's face?"
Zhou Jingchen looked fair and righteous, Mrs. Zhou said in a gentle tone, "There is a nanny to take care of Xi'er, you can go to the restaurant to eat."
After he took a few steps, Mrs. Zhou reminded her from behind, "Don't come to Xi'er's boudoir. She is no longer a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl. She is a grown-up girl. You have a sense of proportion. The gossip outside has no sense of proportion."
"Gossip outside?" Zhou Jingchen looked at Mrs. Zhou with a smile on his face, "What gossip have you heard?"
There was no emotion on Mrs. Zhou's face, "Don't worry, just restrain yourself. It doesn't matter if I hear the gossip. If the Hua family hears the gossip, it will affect the Zhou family's family tradition."
Zhou Jingchen's smile became deeper and deeper, "Jingjing is generous, she will not misunderstand me and Xi'er."
The door opened and closed, and he left.
The big lights in the old house stayed on all night.
The landline rang over and over again, and Cheng Xi also secretly connected to the internal line. He learned that Geng Shiqing spent most of the night howling in the hospital, taking sedatives and applying fever-reducing patches. Later, Mrs. Geng took him to the hotel and arranged for two businessmen to take him to the hotel. model.
In the morning, the nanny found Geng Shiqing fainted in the bathtub, foaming at the mouth, convulsing all over, and incontinent.
He was rushed to the Armed Police Hospital for rescue.
The two models were not strict with their mouths, and the client was the son of the Geng family, so they couldn't help but show off to the little sisters.
This news spread in a small area, and Geng Shiqing's eldest and second sisters rushed home to investigate and complain about his younger brother's misbehavior, which caused them to be despised and teased by their husband's relatives.
Mrs. Geng was so angry that she smashed a lot of furniture.
Geng's house was also brightly lit all night.
