time-limited addiction

The night on Nathan Road in Hong Kong City is full of cinematic feeling.

Shen Jing got off the bus and gave Chen Yao a thumbs up on Moments.

People come and go.

Leaning against the fence, she looked up at the white road sign that was taller than herself.

HK, Nathan.

Shen Jing raised her mobile phone to take a picture and just pressed the shutter button.

A series of calls from familiar numbers, it seems to be flashing, lingering in the eyes little by little.

His fingers froze, as if if he didn't answer the call, it would be disconnected at any time.

After struggling for a long time, she put it to her ear, "Hello."

There was silence for a few seconds, and there was a very soft "um" in the throat, which was low and very tired.

Shen Jing's heart was pulled hard, and she whispered his name.

"Zhou Lv Shen."

There was always a lazy voice in his voice, "Go back."

"Not yet, the money has already been collected, and the work is not yet finished." Shen Jing kept looking at the street sign on Nathan Road, "I will go back by myself."

"Ah."

Undisturbed.

She thought that he must have never raised his eyebrows when he answered.

The person was brought out by him, and the question was just out of politeness of the son of the family.

Shen Jing held the phone, lowered her head and poked the floor, "After you go back, what are you doing?"

Like looking for something to talk about boredly, this phone call can become longer.

The black business car was parked on the private apron, and Yilian personally sent the Buddha away.I'm afraid, this real boss doesn't know how many old subordinates he has to get rid of before he can sacrifice to heaven.

The behavior of controlling capital resources is really not just talking about him, he can really do it.

Only Zhou Lushen and Chen Yao were on the special plane to Shanghai.

Because he was talking on the phone, even the stewardess who directed him to board the plane did not dare to speak, and tried to keep his footsteps down as much as possible, and the environment became extremely quiet and cold.

The stewardess prepared lemon ice water for him, and before putting him down, he took a peek at the second son who was sitting on the sofa.

He was wearing an expensive and high-quality black suit. The low-key style was not so fancy. The fabric fit closely to his tall and straight figure. The suit and tie created a more subversive and gorgeous look on the nobleman.

Sitting there with long legs crossed, he lit a cigarette expressionlessly.

I don't know which Jiaojiao Young Master was talking to on Tuesday, but his voice became extremely hoarse when he returned to the other side, "Go home."

"Zhou Lv Shen."

Shen Jing read his name again, and it was gentle and easy to pronounce.

Zhou Lu's slender fingers hooked the tie and pulled it down, and said lazily, "Huh? Do you want to call me?"

Sticking it so close to the ear, his voice is magnetically rippling.

It was so good that it almost brought tears to my eyes.

This is his favorite way of teasing, teasing her.

I kind of love calling him by his name.

Shen Jing's throat tightened, "Did you forget about ignoring me for 17 days?"

Zhou Lu was ruthless and calm, "Is there any?"

Have it.

Sound suddenly.

It was heavy and hoarse.

Shen Jing was full of dissatisfaction. Before 17 days, no matter in a hotel, on a yacht, in a meeting room, or in a luxury car, she could flirt with her anytime and anywhere. After 17 days, she could still have no contact with her.

"Obviously."

Beauty complains.

It's too coquettish, and it sounds a bit coquettish.

Zhou Luchen lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the half-lit cigarette in his hand, with a smile in his eyes, and his low magnetic voice was mixed with ambiguous meaning, "Then tell me, how can I compensate you."

Shen Jing was really afraid that she would accidentally fall into this shallow illusion of gentleness again.

"Did you throw away the things in my cloakroom?"

He recalled, saying, "I haven't gone back to live for a long time."

After Shen Jing left, Zhou Lushen stayed in the hotel to facilitate his work, and moved into the sea view flat near the branch office.

Shen Jing teased, "Throw away your compensation."

"Yeah." Zhou Lu's thin lips curved slightly, and he elongated his tone, "You mention it."

The neon lights flickered on the street, and it was so cold that Shen Jing folded her arms, "I want to see a fire-breathing puppet show."

Zhou Luchen laughed helplessly, holding the cigarette between his two fingers and sucking on his thin lips, his movements were unspeakably slow.

During the call, the reason for his silence at the moment, the movement of his breath is particularly lingering.

He was obviously smiling, and it always made people feel that cold and unattainable.

For a moment, Shen Jing really wanted to say something.

——Or, if you feel a little bit wronged, come and pick me up in person, and I will go back
Did not say it.

Because he won't.

Do you think that Mr. Zhou, who is experienced and seasoned, doesn't understand women's little thoughts? He is better at manipulating people's hearts than anyone else.

It's not that he doesn't understand, it's that he knows whether his mood is worth it or not.

"Please read it when you have time." He agreed lukewarmly.

A phone call calmly disturbed her emotions, and her heart softened again.

"There are so many girls in Shanghai, don't just lie to me."

Zhou Lushen looked at the airport outside the window and smiled.

The two sides allowed silence to spread in the silence. After a long time, he crushed the cigarette butt in his hand towards the ashtray, "Is there anything else?"

"It's okay." Shen Jing said seriously, "Zhou Lvchen landed safely."

He didn't answer.

At the end of the call, Chen Yao's voice came, "You have to pay attention to safety, or go back with us, the second son will pay double the performance fee that the Cao family will give you."

Shen Jing said goodbye and hung up the phone.

This time even the street lights are lonely.

She received Liang Yingning.

Liang Yingning insisted on coming to play, a suitcase came as soon as he said it.

Shen Jing had no choice but to take her to the Red Pavilion to watch Let's Get Wet.

Liang Yingning's throat was so excited that her throat was broken, and she thought it was a special visit to Hong Kong City to play with her.

Ren Liang Yingning was so excited for Lin Feng, but Shen Jing was still not in the mood.

"Why don't you go back with them? Those few returned to Shanghai and disappeared for several days, hiding there and kneeling in the ancestral hall." Liang Yingning asked.

Shen Jing said frankly, "I didn't come to pick me up."

"You call." Liang Yingning took Shen Jing's arm, "He will definitely send someone."

Even Liang Yingning blurted out the words 'send someone to come', and he has a deep-rooted understanding of Zhou Luchen's temperament.

So did Zhou Luchen.

He will definitely be satisfied and pampered at will, but he is sending someone.

Shen Jing has a girl's little tsundere mind.

Take it easy, it's better not to go back with them.

Isn’t it fun to be HK? It’s pretty good.

Work is not tiring, and Mrs. Cao is easy to talk to.

Shen Jing played with her mobile phone and let Liang Yingning do it by herself.

Liang Yingning likes to stick to Shen Jing, Shen Jing is a person, fragrant, soft and gentle.

I can understand why Mr. Zhou likes it.

She likes every girl very much.

That day, Shen Jing swiped another card, and the money was given by Zhou Lvchen, a retaliatory consumption.

"together."

When paying, I bought Liang Yingning's together.

Look back.

Finding that Liang Yingning was nailed to the same spot, she quickly swiped through Moments with her fingers, "Song Tingting has returned to Shanghai, my God, playing like this, Chen Yao must be addicted to kneeling in the ancestral hall."

Shen Jing took the gift bag packed by the cabinet sister and handed it to Liang Yingning, "It's not that if you want Chen Yao to be a little bit worse, your father will look down on him. This is not what you want, so why be so excited."

As she said that, Shen Jing joked, "Are you jealous?"

Liang Yingning frowned, "It doesn't count, why does he, Chen Yao, look down on me? It's because I look down on him."

Shen Jing nodded.