time-limited addiction

Shen Jing didn't celebrate her birthday, so she didn't find it interesting. She rarely mentioned it to others and went to her grandma's house for dinner.

Time passes and passes.

This is the only thing my grandma remembers clearly, "Where is Nannan's boyfriend? Why haven't you brought her yet?"

Shen Jing simply said nonsense, "I don't think he can take it and he doesn't want to take it."

Grandma laughed at her, "Your little mouth is so tough."

In the end, the two of them stopped mentioning the matter.

During that time, Shen Jing went to visit the old master again and studied and practiced pipa carefully.

Xing Fei saw that she was almost late for work because she was so busy, "You are pretty good. Why are you studying again? Are you living too boringly?"

Shen Jing pulled up her hair, went downstairs to take the stage, and turned around to reply, "You can't stick to one line of work for the rest of your life. When you get old, you might want to be a pipa teacher again. How can you teach people if you don't have the ability."

Xing Fei smiled and joked, "When you get old, you should raise flowers and cats in Zhou Lüchen's villa."

"Is this okay? It's nice to think of the peaceful years."

Knowing it was a joke, Shen Jing did not discuss it seriously.

Xing Fei looked at her carefully and said, "Wear thicker clothes and remember to tighten the hickeys on your neck. Who is so coquettish? He was so cruel to my Jingjing."

Which?

Which else?

Shen Jing reached out and pushed Xing Fei's face away, "Female gangster."

Xing Fei walked down the stairs with her arms folded, laughing until she couldn't hold back her voice.

Shen Jing postponed her vacation until the end of the month, took many days off, bought tickets and flew to Yangcheng and Ancheng, staying in many places, learning skills from teachers and working on self-media.

Xing Fei loves to watch her live broadcast, "You can't compare yourself to others. If you have money but work hard, how can people who are not as rich as you live?" The company is ready."

It's such a joke. Shen Jing remembers that when she was a college student, she majored in journalism and communication. Her new-born ideas were always too naive, but the reality was cruel.

What a joke if one person runs a company.

It's not that she has no ambition, she has nothing behind her except money.

She kept busy.

She didn't plan to take the initiative to find Zhou Lüchen, but she was a little cautious. She wanted him to take the initiative to see if he would miss her.

Gradually, Zhou Lüchen didn't go back to Yunding very often. He really just used Fengyue's temporary residence. He would come back when the door was opened. If the door wasn't opened, he would have his gentle hometown.

Who is Zhou Luchen? Only when he is lonely will he think of her beside him.

Office of the president of the branch of the joint bank.

Director Liang of Juntai Technology came to Lianxin Bank to meet with Mr. Zhou in person. He had made a dinner appointment before, but Mr. Zhou didn't arrive. Capital was more important than capital, so he had to come in person.

Halfway through the symposium.

Director Liang is middle-aged, has gained weight, and his voice is thick and rough. "Mr. Zhou, please read the contract."

Zhou Lu felt tired and stretched out his hand.

The female secretary absorbed the ink from the pen, leaned next to Zhou Lüchen, got close without any sense of distance, and handed it to his hand.

He took the pen.

The curled hair of the female secretary-general was already attached to Zhou Luchen's suit, but he didn't take it away and signed the contract with a half-smile, which was unpredictable.

As if conveying ambiguous acquiescence, the female secretary bent further and leaned closer, breathing evenly in his ear, "Mr. Zhou, there is another one here."

He turned his eyes sideways, and the female secretary looked a little nervous. When she met his eyes, there was a vague sense of ambiguity in the abyss of her black eyes, which was breathtaking.

The female secretary smiled tenderly. This was her fourth day at Lianxin Bank, and she was finally transferred to the President's Office as a personal secretary.

"I'll get you some coffee."

Zhou Luchen withdrew his gaze and re-examined the contract.

Director Liang, who was standing next to him, pretended not to notice. He had seen a very delicate beauty beside Zhou Lvchen, who he often brought with him to keep him company. She was not the flirtatious female secretary in front of him.

Men may have to look forward to Shu.The female secretary brought the coffee and put it in Zhou Lüchen's hand. She gently pressed it against his ear and whispered ambiguously, "Mr. Zhou, try it. I grind it myself."

The new female secretary kicked the bucket because Mr. Zhou doesn't drink coffee.

Li Heng, who was sorting out notes on the side, covered his face and took away the coffee.

The female secretary's smile faded, and she leaned against Zhou Lüchen's ear again and asked, "Is Mr. Zhou feeling unwell?"

Zhou Lüchen closed the pen and handed it back to her.

"cold."

With just a fluke, he picked up his suit and left.

Chatting with Director Liang about the contract and funeral matters, they entered the elevator together.

In the parking lot, Zhou Lüchen had just gotten into the car. The female secretary hurriedly followed with cold medicine. She stood beside the car, bent down and handed the medicine to Zhou Lüchen, "You have a cold, so remember to take the medicine."

Zhou Lüchen didn't answer.

Jun Tailiang Dong on the side could only take it on his behalf.

Mr. Zhou seemed to have really caught a cold. He coughed quietly when he took out the cigarette case. He put it back on the center console and unscrewed the mineral water bottle to drink.

Director Liang asked lightly to the man in the driver's seat, "How about I drive you to the hospital?"

Zhou Lu said in a hoarse voice, "Don't bother Mr. Liang, I have a slight cold."

Dong Liang, he didn’t know where to put the bag of exquisitely packaged medicine in his hand, “Why don’t you take the medicine first?”

Seeing the female secretary's exquisite smile disappear in the elevator, Zhou Lüchen smiled coldly and said, "It tastes bad."

These words were so cold and emotionless that Director Liang took back the medicine and said, "Then please pay attention to your health. It's cold, so keep warm."

At 9 o'clock in the evening, Zhou Luchen drove out of the CBD building and stepped on the accelerator all the way to the Bund.

There were so many people on the Bund that Zhou Lüchen could only lower the accelerator, pressing the accelerator for a while and then pressing the electronic handbrake for pedestrians to pass.

He doesn't drive often to the Bund section because there are many pedestrians and he doesn't have the patience to wait.

He picked up his phone and looked at the screen. The time was 21:34.

The mobile phone notification was blank, without any information, and pedestrians were still crossing the road, which made the noble master even more irritated.

He threw his cell phone to the co-pilot. He didn't know what was bothering him. He didn't have much patience with the others.

We walked several hundred meters and waited three times before we arrived at the entrance of the Peace Hotel.

Chen Yao, who was squatting at the door, saw the license plate, immediately stood up, opened the door and got in the passenger seat, "I thought you wouldn't come to pick me up."

It's quite rare. Usually, I would just say I'm not free or leave it to Zhuang Ming.

It seems that Mr. Tuesday is particularly free today and has nothing to do.

Zhou Lüchen put his hands on the car window, "What are you doing here?"

He didn't turn on the heater, so Chen Yao could only wrap up his coat tightly and lean back on the seat. "My family won't let me go home. What about you? Why don't you go home?"

Zhou Lüchen said nothing and sat there lighting a cigarette.

Chen Yao suddenly said, "Your family is not here, and you are not going to play. This time, no one urged you to go home early. Isn't that nice?"

He dusted off his cigarette lightly, smiled playfully at Chen Yao, and said in a slightly disgusting tone, "ABD."

"No swearing." Chen Yao was anxious.

Zhou Lu didn't respond, turned around and left.

If he didn't go home, Chen Yao would also be homeless. The Chen family had no control over Chen Yao for a long time.

The car drove along the road in Huangpu District and made several circuits. The two of them suddenly didn't know where they were going.

Zhou Luchen seemed to have a cold, his nasal voice was getting heavier and heavier, and his eyelids were visibly tired.

Chen Yao was so surprised, "Zhou Lüchen, are you actually sick?"