time-limited addiction

Late at night, the big villa deliberately left lights on.

This is the house given to the young couple by the Chen family. Only Liang Yingning and a few servants live in it. It is an expensive private villa in this city, the kind that even money can't buy.

Liang Yingning is like this, she can't help but be in vain, anyway, her name is her.

Seeing her getting out of the car, Shen Jing turned around and left.

During the period, Shen Jing received a text message from Chen Yao: "Did you get home safely, she didn't die from drinking."

Shen Jing concentrated on driving and didn't return.

After the financing meeting, Zhou Lushen became busy and started to go abroad.

It took several days from time to time before he returned to Yunding for the night.

Occasionally, after rolling the sheets, he would leave after getting dressed at dawn.

Shen Jing lay lazily on the pillow, the weather was rejuvenating, and she felt hot, so she kicked away the white silk quilt.

Seeing Zhou Luchen standing beside the bed, loosely fastening her bathrobe, she squinted and smiled, her eyes were clear and bright.

He bent down and picked up her pajamas, threw her face, "get up."

With red eyes, Shen Jing peeled off the pajamas on her face.

"what."

red.

Mr. Zhou Lushen said that red suits her delicate skin best, and when she dangles in front of him, she is gorgeous and dazzled.

Occasionally, he would stare at the blush on her body in a daze, and as soon as the cigarette between his fingertips was extinguished, the short-term viewing in his eyes disappeared.

Restraint, and not sinking.

Putting on her pajamas, she said, "Come here and hug me."

He chuckled.

He grabbed the slender ankle and pulled it.

She fell back on the bed loosely, her pajamas were loosened, and her graceful figure was revealed.

"It hurts me."

She was tender and sweet, as if she hadn't been fed.

Zhou Lu was condescending, "Say one more thing."

His eyes fell, and in the ambiguity of the night, the water mist floating on the surface of the bottom of the eyes was a little romantic.

So straightforward.

Shen Jing instantly understood what he meant, and if she didn't get up again, he would come up.

He quickly wrapped his clothes tightly, stood up, and placed his face in Zhou Luchen's palm, "Mr. Zhou."

Be as good as a cat.

Zhou Luchen hooked the corners of his mouth happily, which is probably why he likes to have her by his side.

Pure enough, gentle enough, vigorous enough to fight, he will not go too far within the bottom line.

Occasionally, I would make trouble with her and coax her.

The rain in Shanghai falls as soon as it is said.

Zhou Lushen has a problem with keeping the two of them overnight without being disturbed. There is no servant here to help him get dressed.

Shen Jing got up from the bed, opened the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, walked slowly to the cloakroom, hugged the man tightly behind her, and gently dismantled the man's bathrobe belt with her fingers.

The man from the Zhou family has an outstanding temperament.

There's a habit of sneaking a peek at his abs.

Zhou Lv Shen's allure.

Just standing there with the upper body naked, the thigh muscles swelled up, full-bodied, refined and noble, with a compelling and rich aura.

Shen Jing turned around and picked clothes for him. There was a whole row of well-tailored silk satin shirts, neatly sorted by color, and each one exuded a faint fragrance of freshness.

Fingers fell on the row of white shirts, she thought, "White."

White is abstinent and likes the sense of subversion in him.

Zhou Lu put on his belt coldly and followed her.

Shen Jing carefully put on his shirt, picked out a dark tie, and tied it patiently.

Lifting his eyes, he lightly bumped into his eyes.

He glanced lightly at her wrist, "Like it?"

Shen Jing raised her hand, and the expensive gems on the bracelet slammed into each other.

"I like it, it's very beautiful, and the hands look white and thin."

Zhou Lu Shen Huan tightened her slender waist, his voice was soft and hoarse, "2 million."

Shen Jing thought that 200 million was the limit, so she wore a set of real estate on her body.

Is it so extravagant?

Fortunately, it wasn't a well-known big-name bracelet, and no one recognized it.

"Where are you going today?" Shen Jing asked boredly.

He said softly, "Wei family has a meeting."

It's Wei Shi again.

Shen Jing bit her lower lip lightly, looking at the projection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, his arms embraced her lower abdomen from behind her, and his breath slowly rubbed against the side of her neck, spreading inch by inch.

The eyes of the two met in the mirror, looking at each other warmly.

"Let Zhuang Ming drive in the rain."

His voice was low and hoarse with passion.

Shen Jing clearly said, "Is Mr. Zhou looking down on my skills?"

In the floor-to-ceiling mirror, Zhou Luchen saw her with long eyelashes down, so disappointed and lonely.

He lowered his head, smiled and put his earlobe in his mouth, "You are the best, okay?"

Shen Jing tickles and moves in his arms.

He tightened his arms, "Be good, and come back at night."

Shen Jing, reached out to pick up the lipstick, bit the lipstick cap, turned around, unbuttoned Zhou Luchen's shirt, and wrote her name on his chest.

"You fucking..." He narrowed his eyes and stopped the swearing.

Shen Jing gently threw the lipstick into the trash can, "Stamp it, it's mine wherever I go."

Zhou Lv was too sticky, and his white shirt was stained with red mottled marks.

When the Maybach came to pick him up, the driver prepared a new shirt and put it in the back seat.

Zhou Lvchen sat next to the back seat, raised his hand to unbutton it, and slowly changed the white shirt into a black shirt, clean and steady.
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Wei Jiaqing, CEO of the Wei Group, was hospitalized with liver cancer, and internally reorganized the investor selection review meeting.

Wen Xin presided over the meeting as the manager of Wei's sales department and the third lady of Wei's Group.

It was originally scheduled for 10 o'clock.

Zhou Lvchen did not arrive for a long time, and the group of people dragged on until 11 o'clock.

Sit in your seat and wait silently.

It doesn't matter whether his surname is Zhou or not.

He invested 200 billion to bring the group's share price back to life and keep Wei's.

No matter who he is doing for or profit, the Shanghai Wei family can also be ranked among the top three big groups.

The armored door opened.

The man was seated in a suit and leather shoes, and Wen Xin hadn't looked away since he came in.

Busy with the meeting, in order to impress the shareholders, Wen Xin was unable to approach Zhou Lushen to chat with him without authorization, and could only look at him from a distance, consciously or not.

Seeing him in his prime, with no tie on, his golden eyes are elegantly placed on the bridge of his nose, and the lenses cover his amorous pupils, the emotions in his eyes are even more elusive.

He just glances at the quarterly reports on his laptop.

Always jealously wondering if he just got off that woman's bed.

Once distracted.

"Miss San? It's 6.4%, you're wrong." A shareholder reminded Wenxin.

Wen Xin looked away calmly, "I'm really sorry, let's end the meeting today."

Knowing what Wen Xin meant, all the shareholders packed up and left.

"Okay third lady."

"Mr. Zhou, Miss San, let's go back first."

The man in the seat nodded slightly, and said yes, with the restraint that the noble son of his family only occasionally has.

After the door was completely closed, Wen Xin pulled the leather chair beside him and sat down.

He closed the computer, and the assistant beside him stooped to put it away, and silently stood aside and waited.

He heard his cold voice say, "Which hospital?"

Wen Xin lowered her head slightly, and her voice was choked with sobs when she took off her disguise in front of him, "I'm not well, my father wants to see you."

Zhou Lushen stood up calmly, "We'll talk when we have time."

What counts as having time.

Wen Xin said in a low voice, "Stop walking."

Zhou Lu paused in his footsteps.

Wen Xin's heart warmed up, as if she expected that he would not ignore her.

Looking at his back quietly, he has a cold aura.

High and high, he has the capital, worth and can afford these four words.