time-limited addiction

at the same time.

New York night.

Executive motorcade drives across the Brooklyn Bridge.

The phone rang several times in succession.

Only then did Zhou Luchen open his eyes.

The female secretary beside her reminded, "President, do you need to turn off your phone?"

Zhou Lu said quietly, "You answer."

Secretary Song smiled, took the phone and answered the call, "Hello, Miss Wen, the president is at work, please call back later."

For a long time, there was silence on the other side, and they took the initiative to hang up the phone.

Probably because he was angry, Secretary Song hummed to himself, put down his cell phone with both hands, and turned on the computer to make the schedule seriously.

"Miss Wen is angry."

Zhou Luchen turned his eyes sideways and said, "What did the old chairman ask you to do?"

"He only gave me the position of secretary next to you." Secretary Song stopped working and the corners of his lips curved, "Isn't that Miss Shen also very angry? I thought how big the girls around you are. She can throw the blanket I put on you into the trash can."

Zhou Lu laughed deeply.

"Mr. Gabriel will invite you to dinner later." Secretary Song asked.

He said calmly, "Pushed."

The phone rang again.

Secretary Song answered the call for him as usual. After listening for a while, he leaned next to him and said, "It's Mr. Zhou Xiangqun, here to see you."

He took it.

"What are you busy with?" Zhou Xiangqun asked calmly, "Flirting with the female secretary?"

Zhou Luchen was happy and relaxed, "You are so annoying to the scenery."

Zhou Xiangqun smiled sullenly and stepped into the house, "There is something more disturbing to you, do you want to listen to it?"

Zhou Xiangqun did not hide it for Shen Jing and dialed the number three times before finding Zhou Lüchen, a busy man.

"Look at the picture first to see if you recognize this thing."

Zhou Lüchen reached out for the tablet and clicked on the link to see the picture, "Whose is it."

"If it is, it's yours." Zhou Xiangqun said.

...

After chatting with her grandfather, Shen Jing thought about it but couldn't figure out how Wang Dafu fell.

The wind and clouds are changing, and it can collapse in an instant.

It is not unreasonable for so many people to pursue rights.

Shen Jing took her morning bath in the bathtub, naked, watching dramas and playing with bubbles.

When the cell phone on the storage desk rang, I pressed it and answered it.

"Hey."

He pondered for a while.

Listening to the faint sound of the sports car engine over there, and the English system voice, the tunnel exit ahead, vehicles should pay attention to the fork in the road.

It feels like he has a strong sixth sense.

Shen Jing held her phone, looked at the heavy snow outside the window, and whispered his name in a low voice.

"Zhou Lv Shen."

Zhou Lu's nasal voice was slightly thicker, "Yeah."

Reluctantly, Shen Jing calmed herself down and played with the water in the bathtub, "What's the matter?"

There was only the sound of a speeding sports car.

After leaving the tunnel for a while, he braked and stopped on the side of the road. He slowly bent his arms and pressed against the car window. His voice was numb and hoarse, "Do you like to take a bath and answer calls from men?"

Shen Jing paused. His ability to discern and judge was as if her naked self had appeared in front of him.

"It has nothing to do with you." Her breathing rose and fell from slow to fast, "I'm washing my face, I advise you to leave it alone."

Zhou Luchen raised his lips and said, "Open the video and take a look."

Her cheeks bulged, "I won't show it to you."

Zhou Luchen's voice was cold, "I've never seen it before." It was raining in New York, and he raised his hand to cut the pick, his lips curled up, "The kiss is over."

Even if he was messing around, he was messing around without hiding anything.

No matter how obscene he said it, he could always say it with an arrogant attitude. His extremely contradictory sense of dignity made people powerless to resist.

"Langliang, Zhou Luchen, the president of the joint bank in the news yesterday, looks like a moonlight wind." Shen Jing raised her foot and kicked over the incense on the shelf.

"What are you angry about?" He said hoarsely.She pursed her lips, "You should know why I'm angry. You didn't explain or comfort me. You slept on my bed at night and let other women hug you during the day."

The decadent man leaned back on his seat, closed his eyes and meditated, and smiled vaguely, "Yes."

"You didn't even lie," she said.

Zhou Luchen said perfunctorily, "I don't want to lie to you."

"It doesn't matter if you hurt me."

She gets angry so easily.

"Shen Jing."

"Huh?" She was playing with the foam in the pool, and in a daze, she hadn't heard him call Shen Jing for a long time.

Zhou Lu's deep voice slowed down and said, "Go to the hospital."

Shen Jing suddenly remembered that her bag had been left on Zhou Xiangqun's car. She was so quick to tell the truth and looked at the small box on the sink.

"Don't get me wrong, we still have no idea whether it is yes or no..."

After a while, he only gave me a few cold words, "I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."

When Shen Jing wanted to say something else.

Zhou Lüchen has hung up the phone.

Not willing to talk to her at all.

Ruthless man.

Simply going to the hospital is the best way to verify it.

Late at night on the streets of New York, a man leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed and meditated. The neon lights passed through the car window, unable to arouse any emotion in him.

He had no idea.

Can understand what he did to make her escape.

But he also understood that he couldn't give her what she wanted.

Open your tired eyes.

Is there any easy explanation? Love is love, and if you don’t love, you don’t love. How come there are so many reasons?

All the way back to the villa with my mind wandering.
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same day.

Shen Jing packed up and stepped out the door when she saw Zhuang Ming.

Shen Jing breathed out and asked Lao Liang to stay in the old house.

"My friend, don't worry."

Zhuang Ming watched her get into the car, close the door, and sit in the driver's seat, "Second Young Master asked me to take you to the hospital."

Shen Jing went with him.

Zhuang Ming drove steadily, asking from time to time if the heating was enough and if it was cold.

She didn't say anything.

Zhuang Ming didn't ask again.

The old lady who was the eldest of the Zhou family made a name for herself in the Shanghai stock market when she was young, and then Zhou Zhengliang stepped into international trade, and then the second son's current achievements in the world, the industry became stronger and stronger.

What the Zhou family wants is a mistress who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the second young master.

An out-and-out aristocratic family, with too many interests mixed in, and what they want is not love and affection.

There were young ladies from aristocratic families in Shanghai and Beijing who had wanted to get married, some were beautiful, some were quiet and elegant, but none of them were the candidates the old lady wanted.

What the old lady wants is a granddaughter-in-law who is as ambitious as she once was, and who can take care of everything on her own.

More importantly, Wen Xin was trained by the Second Young Master, and she has always loved him in her heart. The two of them have been together, and the Second Young Master has spent time talking to her.

To the old lady, Wen Xin was the perfect choice for the Zhou family's mistress.

She's not some public-facing female star, or a delicate little girl.

Even if this child really exists, the Zhou family cannot give her the identity of Mrs. Zhou.

Professor of gynecology at the district hospital of about.

Zhuang Ming always stood outside the door, waiting quietly.

Shen Jing was uneasy throughout the whole process.

The professor of gynecology read the checklist and typed on the keyboard, "Try not to be so intense in the future. The ligament strain is not completely healed. Also, you are relatively weak, so pay attention to your diet."

Shen Jing's face burned and she said yes.

The professor of gynecology continued, "Have you been under too much pressure recently? Adjust your status and work and rest schedule."

Shen Jing whispered, "What was the result?"

"No." The professor warned, "But you still have to pay attention to your health. I will send the report to Mr. Zhou later. Go back and take good care of yourself. Take Chinese medicine. I will send it to you then."