time-limited addiction

She is not here, Zhou Luchen will not return to Yunding at night.

The $20 billion Missouri ice-breaker private yacht leaves the island at night. It belongs to the Italian Club Group and is dedicated to designing the yacht for the second son of Union Bank.

The only configuration in the world is accompanied by bodyguard security and privacy, and enjoys a private island.

On the fourth floor, the large villa on the sea is visually stunning.

Except for the waiters on Qianping's luxury yacht, they are all friends in the circle from wealthy families.

this time.

Zhou Lv smoked heavily, and the hot nicotine still made his throat feel dull. He narrowed his eyes for a while, staring at the cigarette ash slowly accumulating on his fingertips.

This reminded him of the red marks on her back, which just reminded him of her badness for three days.

She refused to take the medicine, and she didn't turn off the lights at night, insisting that he behind him could see the wound.

It's not intentional to hurt.

In the end, her eyes were red, and she accidentally hurt her.

She was angry with him, very angry.

In the middle of the night, an unknown nobleman who was present popped open the champagne and had a carnival.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

Wei Sulin looked at the man smoking indifferently on the railing of the deck, stepped forward and asked, "Where's your little fox?"

Zhou Lushen raised his hand, lighted the cigarette ash, "Don't mention her."

Wei Sulin choked, his eyes dodged Mr. Zhou's indifferent profile, and his eyes inadvertently passed over the ashtray in his hand.

An old silver vessel from Shengbraang, with lacquer carvings drawn by Fa-painting to outline the pattern of starbursts, and eight or nine scattered cigarette butts piled up.

The cigarette holder is the white ribbon logo of Hetianxia.

Smoked so much?
Wei Sulin rested his hands lazily on the armrest, facing the wind on the blue sea, the brandy glass in his left hand touched Xia Zhou Lu's sinking glass.

"The little girl loses her temper, I understand."

Zhou Lv leaned back against the copper-steel guardrail and took a sip of wine, showing no emotion on his face.

Wei Sulin looked at the parade dolphins, "Don't you like the festival? Why don't you like to play anything this year."

Zhou Luchen continued to smoke, "It's boring."

"It's interesting to play trader." Wei Sulin smiled.

Zhou Lu laughed heavily, and soon returned to his indifferent appearance.

Wei Sulin waved his hand and went to play by himself. He is currently in high spirits.

Zhou Lv didn't respond, and threw a piece of Spanish mackerel meat into the sea with a clip to feed the dolphins.

The dolphin jumped, quickly grabbed the meat, and made two 'chirp' sounds.

Zhuang Ming, who was serving dolphin food at the side, said in a low voice, "The co-director just got a call, and the wind has changed. You bypassed the co-trader to trade, and your father found out."

Zhou Lushen occasionally inadvertently watched the dolphin leap out of the sea, "I'm afraid he won't do it if he finds out."

Zhuang Ming asked, "What about the risks behind it?"

Zhou Lv said in a low voice, "Grant 160 billion in standby credit, cast a net, and collect it again."

He meant, no risk.

He is a top trader who is sure to win, and he never plays a situation where there is no way out.

Zhuang Ming understands Zhou Lu Shen.

He is a capitalist who will swallow everything he sees.

In the shopping mall, there is the highest management scepter.

His opponent is the British-funded Futai Group. After 30 years of ups and downs, the British-funded Futai Group was expanded to 75% by his capital injection, and Futai was quietly swallowed.

The Futai executives sighed.

Since then, the largest securities dealer in Europe, America and Asia, and the leading figure in distributing goods to enterprises, can only be him, Zhou Lushen.

It can only be the United Zhou family.

Are you afraid of him?

Zhuang Ming was afraid of him at this moment.

"Okay." Zhuang Ming continued to explain the matter, "Miss Shen hasn't come home yet, I asked. She said that it is convenient to live in Sioux City when she is sick."

First business, then private.

What's wrong with being squeamish, Zhuang Ming thinks so.

Zhou Lu ordered in a low voice, "Dock to the shore and prepare the car."
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February 2th for Valentine's Day.

At the entrance of the Red Sandalwood Tea House, a pure black Maybach with a Shanghai license number was parked.

Shops with ancient blue bricks on the floor extending to mahogany boards.

The tall willow trees are shaded, and the Maybach is particularly eye-catching, with tranquility and low-key everywhere.

It was probably Zhou Lu who came to Sucheng so ostentatiously in this life.

Xing Wendong, the owner of the teahouse, bent over to greet the people in the car.

"Mr. Zhou, you came too suddenly, the house is full."

With the half-lowered car window, Zhou Lushen in the back seat raised his arm, glanced at the time on his watch, and said, "Secretary."

Xing Wendong nodded, "Okay, I'll do it."

Many couples and tourists come to listen to Pingtan on Valentine’s Day, and Hongtan is fully booked today.

Because it came suddenly, today's tickets were sold out early.

Zhou Lushen couldn't buy a single ticket.

Therefore, I bought back the tickets for the listeners at a high price and booked the venue.

Xing Wendong stood at the door, chatting with the listeners one by one, "I'm really sorry, the red sandalwood museum is closed today, and everyone is prevented from listening to Pingtan on Valentine's Day. To show our sincerity, our husband is willing to pay fifty times the price to get back the tickets."

fifty times.

You heard that right.

To spread money.

"Oh! Is it really 5000 yuan to refund a ticket?"

Without changing his face, Zhuang Ming opened the safe and the payment software, "Yes, our boss wants to book the venue."

Several listeners were instantly moved.

Tickets bought for 100 yuan can now be sold for 5000 yuan, tsk.Good thing, the teahouse is open every day, it doesn't matter when you come.

"We are willing to refund tickets, and we can do so now."

"Don't disturb your boss's Valentine's Day booking, we all understand this situation."

"We can still understand, and we can come and see little Ah Jing again tomorrow."

Audiences who have already bought tickets are queuing up to get their tickets refunded one after another.

Ten minutes later, Zhuang Ming collected the refunded ticket, "I wish you a happy Valentine's Day, I have caused you trouble."

The bodyguard has a burly man's physique, and his demeanor is polite, gentle and considerate everywhere.

The audience was not angry from beginning to end.

The attitude of the bodyguards is so sincere, not to mention how aristocratic the boss sitting in the Maybach should be.

A listener said, "No trouble, next time you can exchange one hundred for five thousand."

In an antique town in the water town of the south of the Yangtze River, a black top-level Maybach is parked, with exquisite rhinestone-cut headlights, and extremely smooth exterior lines.

Pure blackness and coldness, a sense of alienation of unknown origin, bursting with awe.

Bodyguard guards the door.

In the dark car window, the appearance of the rich and powerful master can't be seen clearly, it is a vague half silhouette, which exudes a sense of mystery of a powerful person, a very powerful master.

I know the owner of the teahouse, but he didn't directly close the door and refund the ticket.

Spend the money and live in harmony.

A few minutes after the crowd dispersed.

The door of the rear seat of the Maybach opened, and the man in the black suit stepped out of the car and went straight up the steps.