A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Zhuang Zhoucheng never considered himself a good person, but he let Huo Yan go that night.

Just let it go, he is not the kind of person who can't let go.

But what happened after he let her go was that he met her again, and she was involved with Ji Wuwei, which made him feel depressed.

If Ji Wuwei hadn't come in between, he would have snatched her back and tossed her around. She looked young, but she had a charming figure and was very well-endowed.

He had seen her naked twice.

She was also the only woman who stripped naked and lay in front of him twice, and he responded, but still didn't get to eat her.

Zhuang Zhoucheng put the cherry into his mouth.

sweet.

Not sweet either.

When I first met Huo Yan, her white body was decorated with red plums decorated with fresh jam. The bright red was eye-catching, and the color was almost the same as the plate of big cherries.

As for sweetness, this cherry is much worse.

Perhaps, it would taste even better on a body as seductive as hers.

Zhuang Zhoucheng sat on the sofa and ate a few cherries slowly.

Zhuang Yu Nuan, the eldest daughter of the Zhuang family, who is also Ji Wuwei's mother and Zhuang Zhoucheng's eldest sister, came down from upstairs.

Seeing Zhuang Zhoucheng eating cherries, I was a little surprised:

"Hey, Third Brother, when did you start liking cherries?"

Zhuang Yu Nuan's voice immediately interrupted Zhuang Zhoucheng's wandering thoughts.

He raised his eyes and smiled faintly, "I'm not really in love with it, but I think the taste is okay."

Zhuang Yu Nuan is a career-oriented woman. She has her own career to take care of. Although she is not as outstanding as Zhuang Zhoucheng, she is also considered a top figure in the upper circle of Kyoto.

Those who have grades to worry about have little time to spend at home.

Therefore, Zhuang Yu Nuan doesn't have much time to go home to visit Grandpa Zhuang, but Ji Wuwei often comes here.

"Really? Let me try it."

Zhuang Yu Nuan sat down opposite Zhuang Zhou Cheng and tasted one.

"They are juicy, crisp and sweet. The quality of imported cherries has indeed improved in recent years."

Zhuang Zhoucheng heard a word: juicy.

Thinking of Huo Yan's pretty appearance, she should have plenty of juice.

He smiled, put down the cherries he had picked up, and asked:

"Interested in foreign trade?"

Zhuang Yu Nuan shook her head, "I can't do it. I'm too busy."

Zhuang Zhoucheng laughed and said, "That's right, but these are not cherries, they are domestic cherries."

Zhuang Yu Nuan didn't understand what Zhuang Zhoucheng meant, so she changed the subject and asked:

"I heard that the painting the old man collected is a fake. Do you know about this?"

"I know." Zhuang Zhoucheng replied calmly.

Zhuang Yu Nuan nodded. "I heard that it was Wu Wei who discovered it. But the old man still seems to treasure the painting very much. What do you think..."

Zhuang Yu Nuan said this, subconsciously looking back upstairs. After confirming that Mr. Zhuang had not come out, she continued in a low voice:

"What on earth is the old man looking for?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng raised his eyebrows, "It's hard to say."

Everyone could see the old man's attitude towards the painting; he didn't care whether it was real or fake.

Zhuang Yu Nuan spoke again, "Third Brother, do you think the old man is looking for the painter of that painting, or the thing in the painting?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng asked in return:

"Is it possible that the old man is looking for the person who painted that painting? I mean, the copyist who painted the fake painting."

Zhuang Yu Nuan paused for a moment, "That's possible."

Zhuang Zhoucheng's lips curled up slightly into a smile. If that was really the case, he had already found the copyist.