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    At noon, Feng Jian did not continue to be busy as usual or lay down to take a nap.

    Jump into the swimming pool and relax your mind.  Water resistance is a wonderful thing.  At first, you will feel very tired and everything will not go well, but once you get used to it, you will feel like a fish in water, and it will become less and less strenuous from now on.

    Feng Jian's fingertips touched the swimming wall again. While taking a breath, she heard someone else laughing: "Mr. Feng is so focused that he doesn't even pay attention to me."

    Through the swimming goggles, Feng Jian squinted for a moment to identify.

    Actually, there is no need. Zhou Yu¡¯s face can easily leave a deep impression on others.

    Feng Jian twitched the corners of his mouth and gave him a friendly smile.

    It¡¯s not prejudice or jealousy, it¡¯s fair to say that some people are the opposite of others.  At least the opposite of life.  Feng Jian's attitude towards this has always been one of taking it easy and not messing with him.

    This city is also called Zhoucheng. The word "zhou" is the same as "zhou". It can be seen that the Zhou family has deep roots in this city.  As if all this is not enough, this family is extremely unusual and advocates an elite marriage that advocates the theory of evolution. The couple must be well-matched in academics and family appearance, and they will never be pampered when it comes to their children.  Zhou Yu's father was sent to the Nordic wilderness to live alone for half a month at the age of fourteen. He had already become a good figure in the upper class, and his son must have never been weak.

    The first time Feng Jian met Zhou Yu was at the wedding scene where he was most irritable.  I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but I just felt that this man was vaguely similar to the bride in the scene. He was smart, calm, and vaguely in control. Only compared to Wanyun, Zhou Yu did everything more deliberately.  He has an outstanding appearance among men, has a good smile but is good at silence, looks talented when wearing a suit, shows his brown skin when swimming, and makes the family business prosperous. He is considered to be the most enthusiastic rich kid in Fortune magazine.

    Zhou Yu also looked at Feng Jian calmly: "Mr. Feng likes swimming?"

    Across the float, two men started chatting on both sides of the swimming pool, mixing in business and private matters.  The atmosphere was not cold, but it was definitely not warm either. Both sides obviously disapproved of each other, but both maintained superficial relations.

    After a while, an acquaintance joined the conversation circle. Wan Ling smiled and said: "What a coincidence today, I met two big guys taking a break from their busy work."

    Although he said this to Feng Jian with a smile, he looked at Zhou Yu coldly.

    The other party looked at her and seemed not to take it seriously, but after a few words of conversation, Zhou Yu excused himself and left.

    Mr. Zhou¡¯s figure when he came ashore wrapped in a bath towel attracted a lot of attention, but it was a pity that the person next to him did not.

    Feng Jianjian swam again, but was grabbed by Wan Ling.

    "You two are having a good chat?" She raised her eyebrows, "What are you talking about?"

    Feng Jian's patience has been exhausted today, so please come early. He just turned to look at Wanyun silently and did not answer.

    Wan Ling's eyes moved: "A person like Mr. Zhou is actually a legend. Has my brother-in-law ever thought about being like him in the future?"

    Feng Jian looked at her again and finally said: "No, my ambition is not that low."

    After saying that, he went on his own.

    The front of the swimming goggles is dark blue, and the underwater world is soft and hesitant.

    The two were chatting just now, and Feng Jian casually asked about the other person¡¯s favorite sports.  The man was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "Fishing."

    Feng Jian was stunned.

    Zhou Yu smiled and said: "I often go fishing in the deep sea, but few people can understand me."

    Feng Jian suddenly thought, by the way, when it comes to deep-sea fishing, should you consider buying a yacht?  He Long once told him that everyone was keen on holding business meetings at sea "in line with the big fashion in the industry."  As expected, the company rented a yacht for meetings in the first two times. If I buy one myself, I wonder if it will be more cost-effective in the future, and whether it can always force employees to work overtime for meetings.

    "Fishing is very interesting because you don't know what kind of fish you are catching. And after you catch a fish, you always think you can catch a bigger fish." After finishing speaking, he smiled.

    Feng Jian thought that he should make a cost budget for the yacht.  I always feel a lot poorer after getting married. I really hope Wan Yun won't spend too extravagant money in a clothing store today.  There wasn't much cash in the wallet he handed her, so he spent it all. Several of his major credit cards were still in another wallet. It was a wise decision.

    "But between you and me, one likes swimming and the other likes fishing. But we both like water."

    Feng Jian thought, Oh no, but the check he gave to Wanyun was blank, so she could just fill in the numbers.

    Zhou Yu was silent opposite him, and suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Unlike the rumors, Mr. Feng seems to be a proud man." After a pause, he meant something, "But I don't know if this pride is of any use. Mr. Feng and I  It doesn¡¯t seem to be the same.¡±

    Feng Jian was puzzled: "Of course it's different."

      People from two completely different worlds, the only thing they have in common is that they are male.  But Zhou Yu continued to smile without meaning at this moment and refused to say anything more until Wan Ling came over on a water ski.

    Some people¡¯s personality is manifested in talking a lot but full of nonsense, while some people¡¯s personality is manifested in talking little and only smiling.  Feng Jian meant that although the latter was a little stupid, it could at least make his ears clearer.  As for those weird words, Feng Jian could still bear the sarcasm and didn't take it seriously.

    Putting aside Wan Ling who always wanted to say something behind him, Feng Jian looked at the soft light blue water in front of him, dived down, and swam forward with his arms stretched out.

    He doesn¡¯t like water, but swimming feels very free.  I always live a thankless life on weekdays. There are intrigues in the mall, and the water is like a resting place, infinitely tolerant and quiet.

    If you really buy a yacht, you can bring others on board to see the sea instead of fishing.

    Feng Jian thought about it casually.

    Back to the mid-level villa, it was early morning again.

    The servant who stayed behind reserved black-bone chicken frame Codonopsis pilosula soup for him. It was not too bad to drink, so he drank it all in one bowl.

    Before entering his room, Feng Jian raised his eyes and looked at the opposite door. The door opposite was quiet, and he was probably asleep.  But he was too tired today, so he hurriedly took a shower and then lay down on his bed¡ª¡ª

    Why is there someone else on the bed?  Feng Jian cursed secretly and warned himself again to develop a good habit of turning on lights casually.

    The lights suddenly turned on, and Wan Yun's face retreated deeper into the quilt.

    He was stunned for a moment, making sure that he was not in the wrong room. He frowned and asked, "Why are you always in my bed?"

    "You're back?"

    It was still Wan Yun's unique voice, as if there was no fluctuation at all, and it didn't have the coquettish tone that a woman who wakes up from sleep should have.

    Feng Jian frowned and asked her again.

    ¡°Mom Zhen was cleaning the room and made too much noise, so she pushed me to your bed.¡±

    Seeing Wanyun squinting to avoid the bright light, Feng Jian turned off the floor lamp, threw the quilt back on her body, and lay down next to her again: "Forget it, just sleep like this. I still have to get up early tomorrow, so don't go with me now  I spoke."

    After saying the last sentence, the two fell into silence again.

    Late at night, Wan Yun's consciousness seemed to be a little less sharp than during the day, and she just sat on the bed and looked at him in a daze.

    Feng Jian turned over and said, "If you have the habit of sleeping naked, you can take off your clothes now."

    Wanyun said calmly: "How can you be sure that I am Li Wanyun in the middle of the night?"

    Feng Jian knew she was joking, but thinking about her appearance, which was still as charming as a charm at night, her back stiffened slightly.

    But then, he said impatiently: "You are not Li Wanyun, so do you want to tell me that the things on your neck were all bitten by mosquitoes this morning?"

    Wan Yun¡¯s face suddenly turned red.

    And I heard the person behind me lying down.  Feng Jian exhaled, and before she could even think of the second line to grab the lead, she fell deeply into a dream.

    He was really tired after being drunk last night and working during the day, but his subconscious always told him that there was someone sleeping beside him, and his sleep was not particularly sound.  When she was pushed awake again, it was Feng Jian who heard someone beside her say vaguely in her ear: "Feng Jian, please help me get the medicine."

    After saying it several times, Feng Jian finally regained consciousness.

    He snorted, pulled her into his arms, and reached out from the hem of Wan Yun's loose shirt to touch her thigh.

    Wan Yun initially tolerated the restless hands, but the pain in her abdomen made her lose patience, and finally she pushed Feng Jian out of bed.

    Finally woke up, Feng Jian stared at her, confused.

    The light in the bedroom came on again, and Feng Jian brought hot water to Wanyun.

    He stood next to her and explained expressionlessly: " I really heard it wrong before. I thought you were saying 'you want'."

    Wan Yun didn¡¯t speak, just lowered his head and drank water and took medicine quietly.

    Feng Jian spoke again in the guilty silence late at night: "I'm always sick. Do I need to see a doctor?"

    Wan Yun put down the glass and frowned: "Go to sleep. It's just a stomachache."

    Feng Jian took her hand, Wan Yun raised his eyebrows, and he explained: "I'll massage your acupoints to relieve the pain." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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