time-limited addiction

Xie Qinyang wanted to say it, but the man's surname was Zhou, so he couldn't tell him, and he couldn't say anything about the Zhou family's affairs.

Shen Jing pulled Xie Qinyang hard, but she didn't have enough strength to pull.

She muttered, "Xie Qinyang, I will be angry if you don't leave."

It was clearly an order. He bit his pink lips with his teeth and then loosened them. The traces were filled with delicate red.

Seeing her like this, Little Cheng Dong's eyes were locked on her and refused to move away for a moment. He really wanted to be favored by such a stunning beauty.

Even if there is no owner, I still want to snatch it.

There is nothing and no one in the Imperial City that he cannot get.

"Xie Qinyang ~ go home."

The beauty's eyes were clear and translucent, as if overflowing with tears, as if she would drop her little pearls in the next second if she didn't let things go.

Whose pampered little baby could be so wronged to death at every turn? Cheng Jinchuan's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly stopped caring about Xie Qinyang.

"It's rare that Mr. Xie, who has been single for 27 years, is so protective of her for the first time. If it were me, I would also want to hide behind her and protect her."

"To shut up."

Xie Qinyang then let go of the other party's collar and left with Shen Jing.

The Xie family and the Cheng family have been friends for generations, so the affairs of the younger generation are treated as a joke.

Out of the nightclub.

The two of them were squatting at the Gongti intersection, and the Jeep Wrangler was parked in front of them.

Under the street lights, they were talking and laughing, and the white breath they exhaled mixed with the mist of cigarettes.

"If you don't cooperate with him, he looks like a human being and even threatens to capture you. How can you act like a domineering president in front of us?"

The young master's tone was extremely crazy.

There was a faint smile in Shen Jing's eyes, "It doesn't have to be the Cheng family."

"I'll just change it for you." Xie Qinyang said.

Shen Jing raised her head and sighed, "Which family? Cheng is the father of Party A who the Shen family most wants to cooperate with."

"There are so many, but he, Cheng, is the most amazing one." Xie Qinyang said, handing her the Yellow Crane Tower in his hand, "Would you like one?"

"Come."

"No." Xie Qinyang teased her and took it back with a smile, "Brother Shen will be angry."

"Why should I be angry?" Shen Jing held her chin in her hands and blinked her long eyelashes sadly, "He doesn't even want me anymore."

The car music in the car would come out of the car window from time to time, and songs with a low Cantonese accent would play.

"No need to save

This world is colorful

Learn to turn around and stop asking questions
No need to retain

Don't be naive for me

About this life

I don’t want to ask anymore…”

Xie Qinyang looked at her, "You guys won't be able to leave for long, so please listen to my brother-in-law's advice and don't go back to Shanghai to look for him."

"Although this place can't compare with the sluts and glamor of Shanghai, there are still good men."

Shen Jing sang along with that song.

"No need to save

This world is colorful

Learn to turn around and stop asking…”

With a soft and hoarse voice, an oversized rhombus scarf wrapped around a small face full of smile, two lips moving together, pure and gentle.

"You sing very well. You should be a singer."

"I don't have this dream."
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Shanghai market, night mansion.

Bathroom, under the cold shower.

The man was naked and allowed the cold water to wash down. He raised his hand to push his hair back.

When the water stopped, the man put on his bathrobe and came out.

Wen Xin was lying on the big white bed, flipping through a magazine. When she heard some movement, she raised her head, her heart rate was in chaos, and she looked at the man with a confused look.

Zhou Lüchen wiped his neat black hair with a towel with one hand. The white bathrobe on his body was not put on properly and was open.

When their eyes met, he threw away the towel, then tied the belt without panic and blocked it.The muscular upper body is semi-exposed, and the bathrobe cannot block the surging wind.

Wen Xin realized that she had lost her sense of control and raised the key in her hand, "You gave me the key in the first place. It doesn't count as trespassing in the mansion."

Zhou Lüchen sat down from the sofa. His tight body seemed to fill half of the sofa. The bathrobe was slightly spread under his crotch, and the white draping just covered it.

What a seductive scumbag.

He turned his head to light the cigarette, held the cigarette butt in one mouthful, and looked at Wen Xin meaningfully, his eyes slightly squinting, "Are you a bitch? Do you like to see it?"

Wen Xin sat up. She also had a good skin, and her red lips smiled brightly and seductively.

He didn't hide his inner fascination at all.

"Stingy, you won't give it."

She also has seven emotions and six desires in her bones. The charm behind the coldness and the beauty that is quietly released occasionally are the most breathtaking.

"Shen Jing doesn't even know where Ye Mansion is. Have you brought it back?" As she said that, Wen Xin gestured to the bed she was lying on.

He curled his lips, and a trace of laxity leaked from his eyes, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

Wen Xin simply hated that he could always say cruel and heartless things with a smile.

Even understatement can contain true and false provocations.

"Didn't she end it with you? You were dumped, right? I thought Young Master Tuesday was heartbroken and needed me to comfort him."

I didn't see him being sad, that was expected.

She knew how it was possible for Shen Jing to live in his heart alone.

He paid more for her than Shen Jing.

She never took her eyes away from his face, "Hurry and blow dry your hair, I'll catch a cold soon."

Zhou Luchen took off his cigarette and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Yes, otherwise why would I come?"

She got off the bed, wearing a tight-fitting hip-hugging skirt with sheer black stockings and a graceful figure, and swayed in front of Zhou Luchen.

She sat in his arms and met his eyes, which were bottomless. The more she looked, the more lost she became, as if she would be lured into a deep pool by him and could not find her direction.

Zhou Lüchen pushed her away with a smile, "Stay away, I have no clothes on."

He always had no bottom line in his words, but his movements were particularly cold and distant, in disguise.

Wen Xin was used to Zhou Lüchen like this, so she leaned over and looked at him and smiled.

There are no pores visible on Zhou Luchen's face, and his skin is even better than that of women.

"Fly back with your baby to put out the fire. You're not greedy for her."

"What baby?" Zhou Lüchen pinched her chin with his fingers, and after a long moment, he chuckled, "You?"

The two words were tantalizing and easily overcame her pride, "Am I still the same?"

Zhou Lüchen let go of her, picked up his mobile phone and cigarette case, missed her, and left to go to the study.

He left without any warning, and Wen Xin suddenly felt a little chilly.

Deep down in her heart, she was a little afraid of Zhou Lüchen.

Without favor, his temper becomes even more unpredictable.

I wanted to ask something else, but swallowed it back.

"Xiao Nian today, you didn't go back, didn't go to socialize, and didn't have dinner. Grandma Zhou asked me to come over to deliver dinner. Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry."

The door to the study room clicked and closed.

He has been living here since Shen Jing left, and the Zhou family hired two nannies to take care of him.

Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen and watched Wen Xin go downstairs. Her eyes were in a trance as if she was thinking about something, "Miss Wei, watch the stairs carefully."

Wen Xin came back to his senses and suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, "Make him a midnight snack and take it to the study. Remember to keep it light and use less condiments."

Wen Xin got into her car and looked back at the lighted study on the second floor.

I broke up with Shen Jing quite quickly, and I thought they could sleep together for three to five years without getting tired of it.

Even after the person left, the Shanghai stock market remained unchanged, and the circle remained the same as before.

I always think of using separation to measure the depth of love.

He has no love.