time-limited addiction

Later, Shen Jing really didn't have time to go back to Shanghai. She seemed to be isolated from everything in Shanghai and didn't want to remember it.

After thinking about it, my heart easily softened when I thought of Zhou Lüchen's favor.

I don’t remember what date it was. It seemed like I hadn’t seen Zhou Lüchen for a long time, and I didn’t have any information about him.

She didn't check the external Internet again.

He couldn't brush it off anymore, and there were people handling the scandal behind him.

New York, North Shore of Long Island.

Emperor Manor.

An executive Rolls-Royce is parked downstairs at the estate.

Zhou Lüchen came back from the wine shop. After drinking, he had a somewhat chaotic aroma of brandy and foreign wine.

Mellow and potent.

Zhuang Ming prepared sobering soup for him, but he pushed it away without saying a word.

The terrace on the second floor of the manor.

The large eagle hovering high in the sky saw its master returning home, and quickly descended from its flying altitude, resting towards the angel eagle beside the man.

The eagle flapped its wings.

Haidongqing with extremely pure bloodline.

When Zhuang Ming chose, he brought back the most ferocious one.

The eagle was originally raised in Switzerland, but when it was brought to New York, it couldn't adapt to the climate. It hid in the basement and in the room, and even flew out for several days and nights without returning home.

Zhou Lüchen ignored him.

He looked like he had lost it and just said a cold word: Starve it to death.

The eagle, which had eaten top-quality fresh meat for three meals a day, couldn't find any good meat to fill its belly nearby, so it flew back obediently.

Stay a little more honestly at the manor.

So what.

Zhou Lüchen would never allow anyone below him to feed the eagle.

Just so hungry and consumed.

It wasn't until Wen Xin appeared and took good care of this violent and ferocious eagle that the eagle became obedient and never strayed further.

Regardless of whether he is dealing with people, relationships, or doing business, Zhou Lüchen can always easily pin down the opponent's fatal point, grasp the seven inches and exert his dominance.

The Haidong Green Eagle chirped, Zhou Lu coolly moved his eyes, and asked Zhuang Ming to throw a piece of meat to it.

A pair of soft, boneless hands wrapped around his waist from behind and pressed against his back.

Wen Xin greedily smelled the smell of alcohol on his body. She was obsessed with many different Zhou Lüchen. One was him sweating and wild, the other was him sitting at the desk working hard, and the other was tipsy after drinking brandy. His state... is deep, obscure, lonely, and sinful. It is the depravity inherent in his bones.

"Why did you come back so late? How much wine did you drink?"

He lowered his gaze and placed his small hands on his waist. His eyes were suddenly in a trance, and he read a name from his throat with a dumb smile, "Ajing."

No matter he called that woman's name on purpose or subconsciously thought it was that woman.

Wen Xin felt mixed emotions in her heart, but after thinking about it, she endured it, walked up to him, and looked directly at him in a drunken state, "Take a good look at who I am, and whether I am your Jing."

Zhou Luchen seemed drunk but not drunk, his black eyes were clear, and he clearly looked sober.

He leaned over and looked at Wen Xin at close range, "Why is it you again?"

The scent of male hormones and the warm and sweet smell of alcohol slowly wafted on the tip of her nose, entangled in her rationality, and the ambiguity came to her head.

Wen Xin gently untied his tie, "You hope it's Shen Jing, right?"

With the night wind blowing in Long Island, New York, Zhou Lu leaned against the fence and let her gently untie his tie.

"Wei Wenxin, Wei Wenxin, why aren't you angry? You are like a puppet without strings. You are so boring."

Wen Xin thought.

Is there any need to be angry? It's a past tense. Maybe he will call the young model Joanna's name when he gets drunk tomorrow.

That's it, it's always hard to figure out what he's thinking.

Wen Xin hid the sourness in her eyes, sneered to cover it up, and patiently put away his tie and handed it to Zhuang Ming.

"You read my name in front of Shen Jing and see if she gets angry."

He smiled, always lightly, "How dare I mention you in front of her? You are the most powerful. As soon as you show up, she panics. You scared her."

Wen Xin lowered her head and unbuttoned two buttons for him to dissipate heat. When she heard his words, her eyes lost color.

"I didn't bully her, I didn't force her to leave. She realized that she couldn't get along with you. You've had enough fun with him, haven't you?"

The noble young master lives in the world of mortals, but he manages to hold himself back with ease, squandering his ruthlessness and not paying attention to anyone he hurts, as if he has nothing left to care about except the Zhou family and Lianhe.

Slowly, Wen Xin raised her head and told him softly.

"Let's get married. Grandma has chosen a good day."

Zhou Luchen asked in a wicked way, "With you?"

"Then who do you want to be with?" she tried.

Zhou Lüchen rested his arm on the railing, looking so lazy, "Just like everyone else."

Wen Xin looked at him quietly. In his world, it would be the same no matter who the Zhou family married him. After all, he didn't love anyone. He didn't care who the Zhou family married him. He knew his temper and felt cold. She is so thin that no one can break in, but she still wants to be his wife.

"Are you tired, Zhou Lvchen?"