time-limited addiction

Chapter 29 Zhou Lvchen, where have you been (1)

Shen Jing pouted, "It's not enough."

There is no sound.

She dragged on for 20 minutes, but Zhou Luchen didn't wait for her.

Standing on the porch of the hotel, Shen Jing looked up at the night sky, but couldn't see the stars, and was dazzled by the tall buildings.

You see, what a high-ranking Mr. Zhou, he said that 5 minutes is 5 minutes, and if he has an extra minute, he can turn around and leave.

So careless.

She can't overstep the rules of Zhou Lu Shen's pendulum.

The driver opened the car door, "You go there, he and Young Master Chen are going."

Shen Jing lowered her eyes, "I don't want to go."

The driver watched her get into the car, closed the door, and then sat in the driver's seat, "Then where are you going to play?"

It was the first time for Shen Jing to come to Macao, and she was not familiar with many places.

Where to go, where else to go.

And no acquaintances.

"Let's go, eat delicious food, I'm tired of the pastries in the hotel."

She licked her lips as she spoke.

Living with Zhou Lushen will easily consume her energy and overdraw her at night.

How can Mr. Zhou be sympathetic to the fragrance and cherish the jade.

The driver nodded, and then drove her to Lisboa.

On the 3th floor.

Party B even invited people from Party A to come and openly engage in deliberate targeting.

Old directors with some background in the Macau area are here. It has been a long time since I had no time to hold a lively banquet in Lisboa, and there are many consortiums from Hong Kong City.

As soon as Shen Jing entered the venue, she looked for Zhou Lvchen's figure. Just like that, she, who didn't know anyone, quietly slipped into the crowd.

"Zhou Luchen, where are you?"

Naturally, he didn't have the ability to attract people as soon as he entered the venue. The old Dong who was present basically had a fortune of thousands of sails and a net worth of tens of millions. He had never seen any beauties.

So much so that when Shen Jing passed by, she thought she was the waiter serving tea and water at the banquet, and some people even asked her to pour wine and get tissues.

Her retro black bronzing cheongsam was too low-key and dark.

If you don't pay attention, you will definitely not see how white the black makes her look, and how charming the twists and turns created in the dark are.

When twisting, the waist is so soft that it is a mess.

It's really not her fault, she has always walked slowly, and it's hard to walk fast.

"Little girl is in good shape. How long have you been serving dishes here? Come, help me get a bottle of French wine."

The middle-aged man with a big belly, Wolf Claw, was about to wipe her buttocks, his voice was mixed with the smell of alcohol.

Shen Jing picked up the porcelain plate on the table, turned around, and smashed it on the other person's head. She didn't care if she drank too much or not. Without consent, it was harassment.

"Snapped--"

The porcelain shattered, and the middle-aged man's head gradually bled, and the wound was shocking.

"Manager Zhao—"

Someone screamed.

"Ah, why are you bleeding?"

Shen Jing was startled suddenly, and retreated in a panic.

Man, she smashed it.

The middle-aged man wasn't very drunk, and seeing Shen Jing's waist twisting and twisting, as if water was rubbing it, it was the dirty thoughts in the man's heart that he couldn't suppress.

The middle-aged man smiled, "Do you know who I am, you're going to hit me?"

Shen Jing didn't know who he was, "You are despicable, your hands just..."

"What happened just now? I accidentally touched your shoulder, didn't I?"

Shen Jing thinks that these people are so good at pretending.

If she pretends to be watertight, it will be her fault and she will mess up people.

"You are talking nonsense."

The middle-aged man smiled, and when he smiled, he looked like an honest person who couldn't do free things, "If you accidentally touch you, you can hit me, right?"

Hearing these words, Shen Jing bit her lip and retorted, "We can call the police, you can ask them..."

Those entrepreneurs are busy talking about things, there are obviously no cameras here, who will be the witnesses.

No.

No one saw the middle-aged man intending to insult her.

For a moment, what she thought was, what about Zhou Luchen, the man who spared no expense to buy a fish for her, and the man who fell asleep with her in his arms last night.

She looked around blankly, and whispered with trembling lips and teeth, "Zhou Luchen, where are you..."

Where the hell is he.

She didn't want to offend these famous people, and she couldn't solve the problem with just a word of excuse.

It's so realistic.

These people will only bully the weak and fear the strong, and the truth often doesn't matter.

The middle-aged man is a well-known hotel manager in the local area, and the receptionists are non-locals who come here to play.

Surnamed Zhao, Zhao Zhiqiang, came with his wife.

When the movement was made, Mrs. Zhao immediately came over to disturb the crowd.

She knows Zhao Zhiqiang's sexuality too well, but at this time things have become serious, how could she recognize it.

Mrs. Zhao pushed Shen Jing, "What are you doing, what did you do to my husband, it's a good banquet, if you serve the plate, you should serve the plate properly, why did you hit someone on the head."

"Uh--"

Shen Jing looked for Zhou Luchen's figure everywhere, shoulder to shoulder, and she couldn't find him in her hazy vision.

Mrs. Zhao glanced at the injured Zhao Zhiqiang, and then looked at Shen Jing, she was pretty,

Mrs. Zhao immediately chose to calm the matter down, "Kick out this waiter from your hotel, and don't care about the matter. It's good that you hurt someone and didn't ask you to pay. Why are you crying?"

This is for her to swallow the dumb loss.

A man wearing glasses came over and held Mrs. Zhao's hand, "She's the female companion next to Mr. Zhou."

Mrs. Zhao deliberately raised her voice, "What Mr. Zhou, which Mr. Zhou, is there any boss named Zhou in the Australian district that I don't know?"

The man whispered, "It's Union Bank, the Zhou family, Zhou Luchen."

Mrs. Zhao's pupils shrank, and she looked at Shen Jing again, "Okay, that's all for today, I don't care about you, don't cry, it's you who hurt others first."

Shen Jing wanted to re-argue, Mrs. Zhao had already supported Zhao Zhiqiang to the side, and Mrs. Zhao was quicker than anyone else to control the matter.

"Are you okay, did the Second Young Master bring you here?"

The person talking to her was a man wearing glasses, in a suit and leather shoes, an old director of a certain company.

Shen Jing recognized Jiewei, and had seen him in Hong Kong City.

Surnamed Sun.

Shen Jing turned her head.

The pair of retro-style leather shoes gently ran over the debris, turned and left, tears falling down.

She didn't say a word.

...

Sun Dong looked at Shen Jing's back, put down his wine glass and went upstairs, and pushed open the meeting door.

The atmosphere is cold and solemn.

The conversation inside was extremely quiet.

Zhou Lushen was sitting at the main seat to sign the contract. He was not familiar with the unexpected Sun Dong, so he calmly continued to talk with the bosses of various companies without raising his eyes.

"Second son."

Sun Dong smiled and came to Zhou Luchen's side, "Something happened to her."

Zhou Lushen looked indifferent to Sun and Dong, and was extremely indifferent.

Sun Dong, "Shen Jing."

Zhou Lu said in a cold voice, "What is it?"

"Zhao Zhiqiang, the boss of Lotus Yun Hotel... harassed her." Sun Dong lowered his head and added, "The incident was quite serious just now."

What rhyme.

What Zhao Zhiqiang.

Zhou Lushen obviously didn't know this hotel, nor had he heard of Zhao Zhiqiang, so he took the remote control and continued to listen to the assistant's analysis of the Hong Kong stock market data displayed on the CD screen.

Sun Dong reminded, "You'd better go down and have a look, it will directly bleed people."

Zhou Lv turned the page heavily, without any improvement. It seemed that the contract was more important to him.

"What the hell, I'm busy."

(End of this chapter)