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Chapter 189: Warlord Young Marshal vs. the Republic of China's No. 1 Socialite 13

Still watched the movie.

The light and shadow from the movie projector weave in the air, forming a black and white movie picture on the screen.

In the huge screening room, only Shen Tingzhou and Chun Nianren were sitting in the audience.

But neither of them took it seriously.

Shen Tingzhou found the plots boring and turned her hand over and over again.

Her hands were long and slender, and when she raised the gun and aimed at the target, these clean, white hands looked both vigorous and graceful, which perfectly matched her beautiful, cold eyes.

Chun Nianren tilted her head to look at him. Under the light and shadow cast by the black and white film, the man's features were handsome and sharp, but his posture was complacent. A light smile floated in his dark eyes, making him seem inattentive and not serious.

It would have been better if she didn't look at him, but when she gave him a look, Shen Tingzhou felt itchy.

There was no one around and he was not restrained, so the gentleman's self-discipline and courtesy were of no use in front of her.

Shen Tingzhou pinched her wrist, lifted it up, and smelled the jasmine and agarwood on her wrist, which was gentle and not dry, with a hint of medicinal aroma.

The movements are elegant but not frivolous.

The man's hot breath touched my wrist, making it feel tingling.

Chun Nianren pulled his wrist back and failed to fulfill his wish.

"rogue."

These days, this word seems to have become her catchphrase.

It was obvious that her soft spot was hit and she would not respond to tough measures but to soft measures.

Chun Juntang's secretary once gave a straightforward evaluation of Chun Nianren.

Young, beautiful, intelligent and proud.

In front of her, you are strong, but she is stronger than you.

Just like when Miss Zhang Er wanted to compete with her for the watch, but in the end she got nothing and is still living in humiliation today.

Shen Tingzhou raised his eyelids, did not cross the line again, curled his lips, and said the sentence again.

"My lady, I will miss you."

Chun Nianren didn't say anything, but he tried not to use too much force with his hands.

Shen Tingzhou took a special train to Tianjin overnight.

One morning a week later.

The phone in the living room of the Little White Building suddenly rang, and Chun Nianren put down the morning paper and answered it.

"Miss, there is a lady named Song at the door looking for you. She said she is your friend."

The moment Chun Nian saw Song Yin, he knew why she came.

The woman in front of me is passionate and efficient, and she does things in a hurry.

After the servant left, Song Yin immediately spoke: "Nianren, I need your help."

Song Yin came back from Tianjin, but not to keep an appointment with Jiang Zhennan.

She wanted to stay in the country and had no plans to return to England with Jiang Zhennan.

After the discussion, Song Yin's strong emotions when talking about his ideals finally subsided and he asked about Jiang Zhennan.

"What kind of person is that Miss Zhao?"

"Is it important?"

Chun Nianren's tone was not serious because she was not familiar with Miss Zhao.

There was no bitterness or sadness on Song Yin's face.

When she embarked on this path, she was destined to have an outcome that was in contrast to Jiang Zhennan's.

The two returned to China together, but in the end, only Jiang Zhennan was destined to go to England alone.

She looked at Chun Nianren deeply, then turned and left resolutely.

In this era of great turmoil and uncertainty, who would be willing to be mediocre?

There are few talented men with eyebrows nowadays, and they are never as good as the spring breeze.

Chun Nianren read the promotional material in his hand and put it next to the book on the corner table of the sofa.

In the grand narrative of historical events, those who dare to be pioneers, regardless of gender, are all heroes.

No matter how the situation changes, the Magic City on the Sea is still full of high-rise buildings, neon lights and damp shadows.

When Chun Nianren returned to China, Governor Shen asked her to work as Shen Tingzhou's secretary for two months, and then Shen Tingzhou would arrange a job for her.

Shen Tingzhou arranged her to stay by his side, and now her job is to help Shen Tingzhou organize information.

Which of the documents and information that could pass through Shen Tingzhou's hands is not a Shanghai secret?

Chunnian people can use this to gain an in-depth understanding of the situation of the Shanghai army, including its finances, in a short period of time.

She put the information aside, and an invitation letter that was originally placed there was casually covered.

Diplomatic dinner at the Russian Consulate.

In the current situation where several warlords are in power, diplomacy is just a "political art" to whitewash the situation.

She stood up from her desk and walked to Shen Tingzhou's bookshelf opposite.

He raised his hand and pulled out a document.

The light suddenly flickered a few times and then went out.

Chun Nianren looked back and saw the filament of the light bulb burning red in the darkness.

Last month, Shen Tingzhou went to Peking and the servants were not allowed to go up to the second floor at will. Now she was the only one on the entire floor.

"I am ashamed of myself for being so diligent as Miss."

A sighing voice sounded at the door, and Chun Nianren turned around and looked at the door.

The man leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets, his lips curled up in a lazy smile. He was still wearing his military uniform, and his aura was more solid and compelling than before he left, as if he had blood in it.

Before going upstairs, Shen Tingzhou asked the maid. She had been on the second floor these days and was busy until very late every night.

Chun Nianren walked behind his desk, pulled the thin cord of the desk lamp, and the warm yellow light dissipated, illuminating her side.

Shen Tingzhou looked at her carefully with his best eyes, but could not see any surprise on her face.

"Aren't you surprised that I came back so suddenly?"

What a heartless boy! Not only was he not surprised, but he didn't even give him a smile.

Chun Nianren raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck, put down the information, and interrupted the busy pace that he had been busy with without anyone reminding him.

"You said you would only be gone for two weeks."

This time today is neither early nor late, just right.

In spring, people look out the window at the windy and foggy night.

"You go to bed early, I'm going back."

She acted as if she was doing her job, but in fact she was avoiding his gaze from beginning to end.

The smile on Shen Tingzhou's lips deepened, his eyes locked on her. Just when she was about to walk past him and leave, he pulled out a hand and pulled her into his arms. What was he hiding from?

"I miss you, and you don't miss me."

Not subtle, not roundabout.

Chun Nianren felt unable to resist his straightforward statement, but she was not shy at all.

He asked this question deliberately, making it difficult to answer.

Whether you want to or not, it seems coquettish.

Chun Nianren raised her eyes to look at him. With the residual light from the desk lamp, his noble face could not suppress the unbridled ease of his dark eyebrows.

Then there is a bit of residual cold aroma of the cigar.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to keep some distance between them, and pushed his chest with her hands.

"Did you smoke?"

Shen Tingzhou just held her tightly and glanced at her with a smile.

"Miss, you have a really good nose."

She had smoked a cigar on the train and the smell had long since dissipated, but she could still smell it.

"I'll quit doing that from now on, Miss."