The room is very large, covering more than 300 square meters. It is a loft-style building. The decoration style inside is low-key and luxurious. The furniture is all in European classical style. The romantic milky white color reveals an elegant and calm aristocratic atmosphere. The oil paintings on the walls,
The red wine in the wine cabinet and the antique art collection on the storage shelves make the room feel more like a high-end private club than a residence.
"How is it? Are you satisfied?" Shen Jiayu put her bag on the leather sofa, walked to the mirror, and stroked her hair. She was as elegant and refined as a quietly blooming narcissus, bright and quiet, with a pleasant fragrance.
, filling the room with a rich fragrance.
"Of course, it's a bit luxurious, I don't feel used to it!" Zhou Jing smiled, looked around, and came to a pure copper loudspeaker gramophone. He stretched out his hand to touch this simple and elegant antique, smiled slightly, and put the record on the tower.
On the wheel, adjust the needle and release the brake. Soon, the erratic and magnetic voice sounded in the air: "The south wind blows coolness, the nightingale sings softly, and the flowers under the moon fall asleep."
, only the night scented fragrance reveals its fragrance."
Shen Jiayu smiled, walked to the wine cabinet, opened a bottle of red wine gracefully, poured it into a crystal clear goblet, stretched out her slender hand, picked up the wine glass, walked to him, handed him a glass, and raised the glass.
: "Zhou Chu, congratulations on coming to the provincial capital. I wish you success and great success!"
"Thank you, Miss Jiayu, for lending me your kind words!" Zhou Jing was very happy. He also picked up the goblet, dinged it, and bumped it lightly with her. They both took a big sip and looked at each other with a smile.
Shen Jiayu raised her pretty face, looked at Zhou Jing with a half-smile, and said reservedly: "After a while, I will introduce you to some friends from the provincial capital, so that you will not be bored alone in the provincial capital without a life circle."
Zhou Jing nodded with a smile and said softly: "That's fine, but I like to be quiet and don't like to socialize."
Shen Jiayu was stunned when he heard this, opened his eyes wide, and said with some surprise: "Really?"
"Of course it's true!" Zhou Jing smiled slightly, took a sip of red wine from the cup, and said leisurely: "I have very few friends, and the ones I can get along with are not more than ten, including you and Siyan."
Shen Jiayu raised her eyebrows, pursed her lips and smiled, shaking her head and saying: "That's not possible. Whether you are doing business or being an official, you must manage good relationships. If you have few friends, you are like water without a source and a tree without roots. You cannot eat it at all.
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Zhou Jing smiled and said softly: "That's the truth, but I have a quiet nature, so I can't help it."
The two walked up to the window and looked out at the scenery. Under the setting sun, the distant mountain peaks were painted with a magnificent blush, while on the road dozens of meters away, there was a steady flow of traffic and pedestrians.
Ants, what a scene of prosperity and prosperity.
Shen Jiayu stretched out her white and smooth little hand and stroked the window lattice, as if remembering something, she looked at Zhou Jing, sighed softly, and said softly: "There is a little story that is very suitable for you, do you want to hear it?"
Zhou Jing was a little curious. He shook the red wine in his glass, nodded with a smile and said, "I'd like to hear the details!"
Shen Jiayu put the cup to her lips, took a sip of wine, and said thoughtfully: "There is a fable that says that geckos and spiders are both good insect hunters and good friends. When they were young, the geckos were strong and agile.
, the spider was very envious, but in his old age, the situation was reversed. The old gecko complained bitterly to the old spider, saying that I had worked hard all my life, but could only make a living. Now that I am old and weak, I will starve to death, but you have enough food and clothing.
This world is really unfair, but the spider said, the reason why you are running around and working but accomplishing nothing is because you rely on your limbs to run around, while I rely on a magical web."
After hearing this, Zhou Jing couldn't help but nodded slightly and said with a smile: "That's the truth. Instead of fishing in the abyss, it's better to retreat and build a net. Mr. Carnegie once said that only 10% of a person's career success can be achieved."
The fifth is relying on personal skills, and the remaining 85% depends on interpersonal relationships."
Shen Jiayu smiled slyly and said softly: "Some people criticize circle culture, thinking that it is a characteristic of human society and an unscientific manifestation. But in my opinion, every circle is equivalent to a unique ecosystem.
It is the most primitive, basic and ancient way of survival. Only those who can establish and maintain a good circle will have a chance to achieve greater success."
"I have learned a lesson. If I have a chance, I will definitely integrate into your circle!" Zhou Jing smiled slightly and turned to look at Shen Jiayu. The two smiled at each other and walked in the room together, communicating casually. The atmosphere was very
Harmony, it seems, when a man and a woman appreciate each other, even their breathing is sweet. Whether it is their eyes or body language, they can feel an invisible pull.
Half an hour later, after having dinner outside, Zhou Jing drove to the hotel where he was staying, picked up his luggage, and drove to the Bishui Garden Community again. When he was approaching the gate of the community, he suddenly found a figure walking in the boulevard on the roadside.
A tall and beautiful girl with an excellent figure. Her hair is shawl, covering her white cheeks. Her appearance cannot be seen clearly. She is just wearing a striking sky blue professional skirt. She is holding a book in her left hand and holding a small hand in her right hand.
The exquisite suitcase, with a calm attitude, is like a looming beautiful scenery.
Although she has never met her, the dress of a stewardess is undoubtedly familiar, and her profession is clearly revealed. The girl seems to have just returned from overseas, and also walked into the Bishui Garden Community. Zhou Jing slowed down and drove past behind.
Deliberately getting closer, the girl noticed it, stopped and turned to look at him. In an instant, the delicate and sexy face that looked like an angel made Zhou Jing's heart skip a beat, and he felt a sense of surprise. The car drove a few meters away
From a distance, Zhou Jing's gaze still fell on the slender and smooth breasts through the reverse mirror, and then looked up along the curvy figure, staring at the charming face, feeling lost.
I don't know why, but I feel like I've seen each other before. This feeling has never happened before.
The car stopped, Zhou Jing took the suitcase and walked towards the elevator building. Coincidentally, the two met at the door, but neither spoke. Zhou Jing paused for a moment, deliberately letting the girl walk in front while he was behind.
As I admired the girl's beautiful and swaying figure, I felt that this was indeed a high-end community. I had just moved in and met a beautiful girl, but I didn't know which floor she lived on. If it was also the sixth floor, that would be great. This way
Thinking about it, he entered the elevator and saw the girl actually reached out and pressed the button for the sixth floor. Zhou Jing was stunned and had the urge to laugh, but he still held it back. Being neighbors with a stewardess was not like flying here.
The beauty of love?
Just as I was thinking about it, the elevator door closed and started slowly. It soon made a ding sound. On the sixth floor, the girl pulled the suitcase and walked forward. She accidentally mixed the garlic under her feet and seemed to have stepped on a foreign object. She stumbled and almost fell.
He fell down, and the book was thrown out and fell at Zhou Jing's feet. He hurriedly bent down to pick it up, and his eyes fell on a line of text at his finger. He couldn't help but feel a little curious, and blurted out: "If you love Allah, just
Obey me, and if you obey me, God will love you and forgive your sins.”
The beautiful girl stretched out her hand to support the wall and finally stood firm. She turned to look at Zhou Jing, gave him a sweet smile, blinked her talking eyes, and said softly: "It's the Quran, a birthday gift from a friend."
Zhou Jing was surprised, then closed the book and gave it back to her, smiling and chatting up: "Are you religious?"
"Yes, thank you for your help." The beautiful girl pursed her red lips slightly, narrowed her eyes, and her clear water eyes fell on Zhou Jing's face, and asked curiously: "Sir, do you also believe in religion?"
Zhou Jing shook his head and suddenly remembered his reborn identity. He couldn't help but smile and joked: "Although I don't believe in religion, I am the darling of the gods!"
"Nice to meet you!" The beautiful girl was stunned for a moment, then smiled, nodded slightly, turned around, took the key, opened the door next door, pulled her in and bowed, and walked in with a bang.
, the beautiful figure disappeared from sight.
"Such a beautiful flight attendant must be flying on international routes!" Zhou Jing sighed, and returned to the room with the salute, changed his slippers, found a bedding, spread it on the bed in the bedroom on the second floor, and cleaned the room himself.
After sweating all over, I went to the bathroom, took a shower, lit a cigarette, lay down in the comfortable bathtub, poured water on my body, and took a hot bath.
A few minutes later, a clear ringtone rang on the phone. Zhou Jing hurriedly took out the pink towel, dried his hands, picked up the phone, looked at the phone number, and saw that it was Qin Xiaoqian's home landline number. He quickly connected the phone and said with a smile:
"Hey, is this Sister Qin?"
"No, I'm your little baby, Jingjing!" Jingjing's milky voice sounded in her ears: "Mom is boiling milk in the kitchen. She asked me to ask you, have you been to Jiangzhou?"
Zhou Jing smiled and said in a low voice: "We're already here, little darling, do you miss your uncle?"
Jingjing pouted her little mouth and said gloomily: "I think about it, Uncle Zhou. If you can come back next Friday, I will think about it even more!"
Zhou Jing was a little puzzled and asked: "Why do you have to come back next Friday?"
Jingjing stretched out her hand to scratch her head, turned to look in the direction of the kitchen, and muttered: "Because there is a parent-teacher meeting, I want you to pretend to be dad."
Zhou Jing was stunned for a moment. The softest place deep in his heart seemed to have been lightly touched by her. He nodded and said in a gentle tone: "Okay, uncle Zhou will go back next Friday, but you have to be obedient."
Yes, listen to mom and don’t be naughty, you know?"
"I know!" Jingjing agreed happily, shaking her head and saying: "Uncle Zhou, mom misses you too, she even wiped away tears just now!"
After hearing this, Zhou Jing couldn't help feeling sad, sighed, and lowered his voice: "Jingjing, then be good and give the phone to mom."
"Okay, Uncle Zhou, wait a minute!" Jingjing put down the phone, turned around, ran into the kitchen happily, came to Qin Xiaoqian, held her by the corner of her clothes, and shouted: "Mom, mom, Zhou
Uncle misses you so much that he is almost crying and asked you to answer the phone!"
"Nonsense, how could a man as old as uncle cry?" Qin Xiaoqian smiled, raised her hand to touch the corners of her red eyes, took off her apron, came to the living room, reached out to touch the microphone, and said hello.
His voice was choked with sobs. It took him a while to adjust his emotions and said softly: "Are you settled?"
Zhou Dingding nodded and said with a smile: "I have already moved in. The house is in a good environment, but it is a bit big and not easy to clean."
Qin Xiaoqian smiled sweetly and said softly: "You can find a female nanny, one who is more beautiful."
Zhou Jing laughed dumbly, raised his head, sniffed hard, and deliberately teased: "Why does it seem sour and jealous?"
Qin Xiaoqian touched her cheeks and chuckled. After a long while, she sighed and said quietly: "It's not bad to be jealous, but I'm afraid that as time goes by, you will forget about my home here."
"No!" Zhou Jing smiled slightly, sat up, and had a sweet phone conversation with Qin Xiaoqian.
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