time-limited addiction

Snow started to fall heavily.

Two in the morning.

The entrance to the second pavilion.

The abbot was hurriedly woken up by Zhuang Ming, thinking that the heavy snowfall tonight might have collapsed some courtyard, affecting Young Master Zhou's rest.

That panic.

When the abbot arrived, he asked what was wrong.

The man who always liked to stay up late was standing at the door of the second pavilion with an elegant figure. He only said three words calmly, "Where's the key."

What does this second son of the Zhou family mean? Why does he want to enter the pilgrim's yard in the middle of the night?
"Sir, this is the courtyard where pilgrims live. This is against the rules. Lao Na really can't give it to you. This... this... belongs to the privacy of the pilgrims."

"Open the door."

He showed no anger on his face, even calm. In the dark night, he suddenly felt authoritative and overbearing.

Forced by helplessness and the incense money donated by Mr. Zhou, the abbot took out a bunch of clanging keys and stepped forward to unlock the door.

Zhou Luchen pushed open the door and entered the hospital.

The abbot asked, "What next?"

Zhuang Ming had no choice but to take the key from the abbot's hand, open the door of Shen Jing's room in person, and then politely invited the abbot to leave together.

"I'm really sorry, but that friend is actually the Second Young Master, so please rest assured, Master."

The abbot smiled helplessly.

"The second young master will naturally not break into the pilgrim courtyard at the master's temple and do random things."

"Lao Na also felt something subtle. He felt strange since he asked who lived in the second pavilion yesterday."

....
There were no lights in the house.

With the night and snowy scenery outside.

Zhou Lüchen glanced at the little girl sleeping on the bed.

The quilt was not light velvet, the cotton was too thick and pressed against her. She did not sleep very comfortably, with her injured foot resting on the quilt.

The wounds haven't scabbed yet, and there are deep and shallow wounds all over the knees.

Zhou Lüchen sat on the edge of the bed and rolled up the cuffs of his sleeves.

He put the little girl's legs in his arms, lowered his head, opened the plaster he had brought, and applied it to her.

The fingertips just touched her wound.

She frowned uneasily and groaned.

"Be good and don't move." Zhou Lüchen's voice was hoarse.

The medicine won't hurt her.

Someone specially sent it overnight, with recombinant human epidermal growth factor and analgesics added.

Knees can actually become inflamed after a fall. This soft and delicate body is so tolerant that it doesn't hurt at all.

In the past, I saw Zhou's bodyguard getting bruised while practicing boxing, but I just poured a bottle of disinfectant on the wound and scrubbed it. Nothing happened, and it healed automatically in two days.

"It can be seen that Sun is taking good care of you. You should be more discerning in choosing men in the future. If you find someone like me, I can't give you anything, let alone a promise. But someone like Sun Qiyan is still almost uninteresting."

It probably disturbed Shen Jing's rest, so she moved and rested her head on her hands while she slept. Tears overflowed from the end of her eyes for no apparent reason and soaked the pillow.

She still cries even when she is asleep. Zhou Lüchen is really tired of her pitiful appearance.

"Why are you crying? Did I scold you?" He scolded.

Her closed eyes trembled, her lips and teeth moved, "Ah Chen..."

Zhou Lüchen lowered his eyes and said yes.

"Hug." She was still calling softly.

Zhou Luchen put down the plaster, took off his suit jacket with his fingers, threw it away, lay on the bed, held her in his arms, and wiped away her tears with his palms, his movements rough.

She was so sleepy that she didn't realize it, and she only pursued psychological comfort. Her arms hugged the man's tight body, which made her feel comfortable and at ease in her sleep.

The more comfortable she became, the closer she got to his hot body. Her long, messy hair was tied to the man's neck, fragrant and soft.

Zhou Lüchen kneaded the back of her fair hands and said, "Anyone can hug you. Are you a stray wild cat? You eat at home and sleep at home at home."

Shen Jing's lips parted, "He's married." Zhou Lüchen smiled and said, "Do you mind?"

"I don't know, I just feel uncomfortable. It's not pleasing to see him getting married. No wonder he hugged me and lived happily after I left. He had already planned to marry Wei Wenxin back home, so Wei Wenxin didn't care that he was so romantic. .”

"No knot." He whispered, "No one can make the decision in my life."

Shen Jing's breathing gradually stabilized, and Shen Jing's tightly closed eyes did not move.

Dissatisfied with her sleeping, Zhou Lvchen pinched her waist with his fingertips.

"Why don't you have my prayer lamp? Do you hate me so much?" He suddenly asked.

The man's fingertips brought an itchy pain to her waist, which made her move her body and said vaguely, "He has another little baby, so I forgot about him."

Zhou Luchen put his chin on her forehead, his long fingers fell on her temples, and slowly lifted her hair away, "What if he didn't."

"Without Wei Wenxin, he would have another woman. The bank faces 72 countries. The honor and disgrace of the president's position is related to the life and death of the group and the economy as a whole. I understand. The Zhou family is destined to control him throughout his life. If he makes a mistake, something bad will happen. Influence, what do the 72 countries think of the United Bank? Since he has taken over, he must not act recklessly."

"He is no longer a Tuesday man who can have romantic affairs as he pleases. His words and deeds will attract much attention and controversy."

She slurred her words, but Zhou Lüchen could still understand what she was going to say.

She knows a lot, and she also knows how to make him feel a little distressed.

Zhou Lüchen pressed her forehead harder, "You are a heartless thing, Sun is just giving you a little gentleness, and you treat it like a treasure. What can gentleness bring you?"

Shen Jing said warmly, "Zhou Luchen is not gentle, he is fierce and cold, I haven't dreamed about him for a long time, and when I dream about him, he only bullies me."

"What now?" he asked.

For a long time, Zhou Lüchen didn't hear Shen Jing's reply.

He slowly lowered his head, pinched her chin, and looked at her sleeping face.

Her breathing was continuous and unresponsive, maybe she was just treating it as a dream and indulging her emotions.

He raised his lips playfully, "Is it necessary to be so aggrieved?"

Shen Jing murmured, "I fell into the river and it hurt..."

What a fucking favor.

Zhou Luchen had no choice but to rub her into his arms, wanting to scold her, but in the end he only had two words: "I know."

"Ash."

She clung to his chest, leaning against him petite and weakly.

Zhou Luchen had a weird thought, hoping that she was not sleeping at the moment, but chatting with him normally.

But normally she would only be harsh and scolding.

"If you don't like hearing it, call me something else."

Shen Jing always knows Zhou Luchen's bad taste, as if the reaction is engraved in her bones.

"Uncle..."

Milky voice.

Zhou Luchen closed his eyes, lowered his head and pressed her lips together.

Her curled eyelashes were blinking violently, maybe she was familiar with his arrogance and unreasonableness every time, she let out a few sounds in confusion, and then shed tears.

The more he cried, the more he wanted to destroy.

Her pajamas were crumpled into a ball in the man's palm, and she was mercilessly thrown under the bed, quietly covering the pair of men's leather shoes, and the last thing pressed down was the man's black shirt.

The curtains fluttered gently in the night.

Fingers intertwined and pressed against the pillow.

deep kiss.

...

early morning.

Zhou Lüchen hugged her sleeping body and leaned against the bedside, stroking her hair.

She didn't wake up, probably because the wound from last night was so painful that she couldn't get a good sleep.

Not wanting to wait for her to get up, he covered her with a quilt and the man dressed and left. (End of chapter)