time-limited addiction

The weather in Chicago was bad, and the lightning struck the lightning rod of the Willis Tower, causing a white light to explode in the sky.

Zhou Lüchen leaned in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window and slowly turned around the phone in his hand, feeling emotionless.

Zhuang Ming glanced at the man's clean and slender fingers and said, "You are not in New York. People over there thought you were in trouble and made a big fuss, but you..."

The heavy rain poured outside the glass behind him. He glanced at Zhuang Ming and said, "It's nothing."

"You had fun in Chicago and won a lot of chips," Zhuang Ming said.

At first, Zhou Lüchen still had a smile on his lips, raised his eyelids, and suddenly looked cold, "Stop her."

Zhuang Ming didn't move, "The old chairman still has something for you to do."

"Too lazy to do it." Zhou Lüchen's voice was steady, "I have given him the best explanation at the summit. Isn't Lianxin's current victory not enough for him?"

Zhuang Mingdao: "It's not enough. The old chairman hopes you can do Lianxin Bank better."

"You are a noble man who wants to go to the top of the mountain and will not stop for a few wild flowers on the roadside. This is his opinion of you."

Zhou Lüchen pulled his lower lip nonchalantly.

The suit was hooked by his fingers and easily draped over his shoulders.

Braving the pouring rain, the black sports car left The Rookery.

Well, he just always does whatever he wants.

Zhuang Ming withdrew his gaze and pushed open the heavy bulletproof armored door, "The president has something to do, please postpone it for now."

At first, Zhuang Ming accompanied him to deliver the documents, which were confidential. He did not disclose his itinerary, nor did he mention to anyone what he was doing in Chicago.

The opponent was so playful that he insisted on betting a few games with Zhou Luchen.

Before the second young master took office, he killed everyone in the poker game in Shanghai. The rich second generation in Shanghai lost to him and were left with nothing but their clothes.

There are many bad elements in the south, and it has always been a city with a very high crime rate. Naturally, this does not affect Zhou Lvchen's schedule and playing cards.

Zhou Lüchen also played the game, never thinking that the woman thought he was going to die after hearing some rumors.

But 34 hours would cost her her life.

Weeping and wiping away tears, we looked for him everywhere.

Indeed, there happens to be a murder case in the south. Who dies and who lives has nothing to do with the second son of the Zhou family.

He has always been indifferent to all living beings.

Among the towering high-rise buildings under the dark clouds, the engine of the high-quality black supercar roared, speeding along the Chicago Avenue in the rain.

"President, at present, due to the strong downdraft, it is relatively risky for the helicopter to return to New York."

"President, for the sake of your safety, we would like to remind you that it is not recommended that the pilot take you back to New York without permission."

Reaching out his hand, Zhou Lüchen cut off the Bluetooth call.
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Kennedy Airport.

Due to bad weather, international flights were delayed.

In the lounge of the terminal, there was nothing delicious in the buffet. Shen Jing only wanted a cup of coffee and sat alone on the sofa, her eyelids slowly sinking.

The Americano was so bitter that there was no sugar cube for her at the front desk.

Zhuang Ming sent her a text message, roughly describing his whereabouts during the past 34 hours.

She typed: "As long as he's not dead, I'm planning to buy a wreath."

Before she finished reading, Shen Jing turned off her phone.

A man with a headset leaned into her ear and asked her to leave the airport. Someone was looking for her.

Shen Jing stood up and looked around, "Who?"

The other party held out his hand without showing any expression, "Please follow me."

With doubts, Shen Jing kept up the pace and left the airport.

Take a moment.

Next to the black administrative motorcade, Zhou Lüchen stood proudly, his cold eyes always looking in her direction.

In the evening, the dim night light shrouded his body, but it could not suppress the dazzling nature of looking at all things.Shen Jing smiled bitterly, took a sip of bitter coffee to pretend to be calm, and looked back at him.

Rush back to New York from Chicago to pick her up, right?

You don't want her to leave, do you?

For a moment I wanted to know.

After breaking up for so long, did Zhou Luchen ever fall for losing her for a second, did he get drunk for her all night, did he miss her and think of appearing in front of her right away.

True.

He lives a life that attracts the spotlight, indulges when he is lonely, and does everything possible to stabilize his career. He chases the power he wants all the way to the top of the mountain, and does not spend a minute chasing women and feelings.

Obviously, everyone knows that all living beings are floating in the clouds, and power is what he cares about.

I have loved him like this, and I also know that I cannot get the heart of such a person.

The foreign man in a suit with an earphone next to her politely extended his hand and said, "Please come with me to the car. You can't go back to your country today."

You cannot return home today.

It was clearly polite, but there was such an irresistible meaning.

Shen Jing put the coffee cup in the foreign man's hand, "Help throw it away, your boss doesn't like smelling coffee."

Zhou Lüchen's eyes flickered slightly as he leaned against the car door, as if he heard it, he took three steps and two steps at a time, walked towards her, and hugged her into the car. She didn't move and let him come.

She buried her head deeply and remained silent.

The driver placed the prepared pastries and juice on the shelf in front of her, and then the baffle rose.

Cut off everything.

The administrative motorcade drove slowly and left the airport neatly.

The dark anti-peeping film made it impossible for people outside to see clearly who the important person escorted by the motorcade was.

Shen Jing had no appetite and couldn't eat anything at this time. Sure enough, people don't feel hungry when they are anxious.

Zhou Luchen leaned over and took her into his arms, letting her sit firmly on his lap, his body protecting her in his arms.

She doesn't make a fuss.

Just then, Zhou Lüchen freed up one hand to get her juice and put it in her hand. Then she gently bit the straw and took a sip.

Zhou Luchen smiled lightly.

He raised his fingertips slightly, and his sharp finger bones slowly caressed the tear stains at the end of her eyes, "How long have you been crying for so long that your eyes are so swollen?"

The eyelashes were obviously still wet and stuck together, but Shen Jing didn't say, "No."

Knowing that she wanted to be shameless, Zhou Lüchen didn't force her, "Order as many wreaths as you can for me."

Shen Jing raised her chin, "This is not because I think you are dead, it's out of humanitarianism, I mean."

Still cursing him, she was so angry that Zhou Lüchen slapped her hip bone with his palm, and the bounce was soft.

She was itching, so she moved her position on Zhou Luchen's thigh, and then he pushed her back into his arms. With the fierceness of his hand, she didn't let her move.

You must hold her in your arms and hold her in your arms.

This man is simply brutal.

She could only suck the juice, sit firmly in her arms and enjoy the comfort of the moment.

Zhou Luchen laughed softly, "What will you do if I die, huh?"

Shen Jing put down the juice and picked up the biscuit to eat, "Are you my father? I'm not alive without you."

Jiaojiao is soft and soft. She is obviously panicked and has no strength to restrain the chicken. She is still worried about his safety and desperately looking for him. But she wants to be her father. She is the one who is protected.

Zhou Luchen knew very well that all Shen Jing's uneasiness and worries during the past 34 hours were spent wandering back and forth in the manor and the headquarters building, as a thin and lonely girl, and finally tried to go to Chicago to get the news that he was not dead.

With his mind turning over and over again, Zhou Luchen lowered his eyes, his gaze melted into her watery eyes, and he said softly and hoarsely, "Okay, I know you have been wronged. It's my fault."

Shen Jing stopped eating cookies and pursed her lower lip, "Are you really okay? Are you not injured? The turmoil has nothing to do with you."