Golden House Cangjiao

A not-so-gentle kiss hit Zhu Sheng.

The scorching breath enveloped him, and the boy was pressed tightly into his arms.The strength of this hug was so strong that it almost rubbed people into the blood, Zhu Sheng couldn't break free, so he had to cry hastily, and the other's lips and tongue had already penetrated into his long-cherished lips—soft and sweet.

And indulge in tasting.

"pain."

As lips and teeth rubbed together, the young man's face was wet with tears, he was forced to accept such a kiss, and was also forced to accept such a brazen attack on the city.The breath was filled with a touch of cold rosin, Zhu Sheng bit the tip of the other's tongue, but only got a pause for a few words: "Don't... um."

The light-colored lips were moistened and teased, gradually revealing a rose-like color, and the slight panting was particularly alluring in this silent night.The hand that covered Zhu Sheng's eyes never let go, and the kiss was no longer just satisfied with his lips, but repeatedly fell to Zhu Sheng's snow-colored side neck and beautiful collarbone.

Until a restrained but ambiguous pink bite mark was left on the collarbone, the people behind him wiped away his tears with their fingertips, and finally loosened the shackles on Zhu Sheng.

Zhu Sheng turned his head, but all the lights on the terrace were turned off at this moment. In the next second, even the lights on the road leading to the terrace were completely turned off, and he couldn't see anyone coming.The clouds covered the moonlight, and the moonlight was weak, and a light shadow fell on the boy's eyelashes. He stopped his tears, and the panic in his eyes turned into a smile.

Zhu Sheng said softly, "It's 'jealousy'. "

He was jealous.

The driver arrived at Heting on time at nine o'clock, Zhu Sheng did not return to the box, but sent a text message to She Ji.He used his discomfort as an excuse to say goodbye to She and the others, and left Heting early. As for what happened on the terrace, Zhu Sheng didn't mention a word.

Back at the residence, the aunt frantically made ginger tea for Zhu Sheng. Zhu Sheng sat on the sofa and waited for her. He accidentally saw a property transfer agreement on the table. The shares of the company and some of the shares under Zhu Gongrong's name were handed over to others, and he has signed his own name.

The object of property transfer is Jin Hanchuan.

"Master is at a critical time, Madam doesn't want to disturb you." The butler came down from upstairs, probably knowing that Zhu Sheng was coming home, so he made a special trip to put away this agreement.He smiled and said, "Besides, the young master doesn't understand these things, so it's better to hand over the company to Mr. Jin for the time being."

Zhu Sheng said obediently, "I know."

In the real world five years ago, even without Jin Hanchuan, Jiang Li had Zhu Sheng sign an agreement to renounce inheritance.She would rather donate all the shares held by Zhu Gongrong and herself to charity organizations, and leave the real estate under her name to the responsible housekeeper who has stayed in Zhu's family for more than ten years, rather than leave them to Zhu Gongrong according to Zhu Gongrong's will. To wish students.

The system asked strangely: "Shengsheng, why did Auntie give the shares to "Arrogance" instead of you? "

Zhu Sheng thought for a while, then smiled perfunctorily and said, "Of course it's because... Mom doesn't want me to be distracted."

Jiangli can be soft around the fingers, or steel-making.

She would use an old-fashioned record player to play Jiangnan ditties, while she sat in front of the vanity mirror wearing a light blue cheongsam, lowered her head and sniffed the lilies between her fingers, the camellias blooming around her waist were snow-white, Jiang Li turned her head and smiled, the years are quiet Well; on certain days she would put on her red heels, dance through a song, and go hysterical while looking at the lilies on the windowsill.Tears wet her makeup, she sobbed and said, "I——I never wanted to make you feel better!"

Jiang Li has lived in this world for decades, and finally she made a big stroke - she wants to make Zhu Sheng feel bad.

To this day, Zhu Sheng only heard Jiang Li call him once.

At that time, Jiang Li was sitting in front of the window, with his chin resting on one hand, the beauty could see even the sadness.Jiang Li brushed off the morning dew on the cheongsam, and said with tears, "Shengsheng, I want to donate all of your father's shares to the charity foundation. The children there are so pitiful."

Zhu Sheng smiled with his eyes bent, and replied ignorantly, "Okay."

Auntie's ginger tea was ready, and she brought it out to Zhu Sheng. She saw the housekeeper but didn't say a word, and sat next to Zhu Sheng.

The tea buds were churning up and down in the boiling water, Zhu Sheng lowered his head and took a sip, it was a little hot.When he put the ginger tea on the table, the aunt thought it was because Zhu Sheng was not used to the taste of ginger tea, so she hurriedly asked, "Why don't you put a few spoonfuls of brown sugar?"

Zhu Sheng shook his head, "It's okay."

"You."

The aunt was originally invited by Zhu Gongrong to Zhu's family to take care of Jiang Li, but seeing such a quiet and beautiful young man as Zhu Sheng, she couldn't help taking care of everything.Auntie said earnestly: "If you don't like this ginger tea, you have to tell Auntie. You always sit quietly by yourself, and you will obediently nod and agree to what others say. Say it, how easy is it to bully? Auntie told you, only those who cry can eat sweets."

Zhu Sheng lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled a few times. After a long time, he said: "I will cry. But... she only has me."

The sound was barely audible.

In the next few days, the cold probably dragged on for too long, and Zhu Sheng didn't sleep well for several days in a row.His lips are pale and his complexion is fair. He shouldn't look sick at all, but such a quiet and soft young man is somewhat sickly and frail, and his beautiful eyebrows and eyes are still carefully sculpted. exquisite.

Auntie looked distressed, and tried every means to make up for him, but Zhu Sheng's taste followed Jiang Li's, light and light, less meaty, almost——

"It doesn't eat fireworks."

The aunt sighed. The stewed chicken on the table had only touched a few mouthfuls of soup. She was thinking about how to make the chicken soup more refreshing tomorrow. When she regained her senses, she saw that the housekeeper invited someone Come in, "Lawyer Fu."

At the same time, the system whispered to Zhu Sheng: "Sheng Sheng, he is "greedy". "

Zhu Sheng raised his head, and the man who walked in was slender, wearing a white shirt and trousers, buttoned to the top, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his straight nose. After combing it, it not only looks gentle and dignified, but also has a bit of abstinence.