time-limited addiction

He doesn't want love, he just wants power.

He won't like anyone, it doesn't matter who he is around.

Zhuang Ming, who was packing up his fishing rods, suddenly said, "Miss Shen has left."

Zhou Lüchen picked up a green leaf by the flower bed and played with his fingertips, "Is Bleru's class over?"

Zhuang Ming followed him and said truthfully, "It's not over yet. I asked Mr. Blelu. She left today. She originally booked a hotel for a seven-day trip. Maybe something happened and her decision was too sudden."

Zhou Lüchen sat in the car he came in to pick up and said nothing.

The two people were talking in Chinese, but Joanna didn't understand.

Maybe he wanted to avoid talking to her.

Mr. Blelu's name was prominent in New York, but he remembered that Zhou Luchen once asked Blelu to send someone to receive a female student.

Joanna asked Zhuang Ming, "Does the president like female college students?"

Unable to comment verbally, Zhuang Ming shook his head and said he didn't know. In fact, the second young master seemed to like women's high heels, ponytails, and JK skirts.

Maybe now I like black sweaters and black silk again.

A man who is a playboy can easily fall in love with someone else.

There were photos on YouTube that day. Someone took a photo in Mr. Blelu's class. It was a profile photo of Shen Jing.

It seems that he specially photographed Shen Jing and wrote a paragraph of praise for the subtle beauty that comes from the East.

She listened very carefully to the lectures and took notes.

The road has been paved so smoothly, and she has worked really hard.

Shen Ci is her role model. It seems that if she can't be like Shen Ci, she won't give up.

She was originally doing a stress-free job in Su City, relaxed and comfortable, and had free time. However, she changed her way of life according to the arrangements of the Shen family and let her go without any control.

Zhou Lüchen threw away his cell phone.

Zhuang Ming poured him a glass of ice water and put it in his hand, "After checking, Miss Shen was followed by a homeless man who was smoking. Fortunately, an overseas Chinese driver saw her and took action in time to let her get in. She seemed to be afraid of this place. , walking in a hurry."

Zhou Luchen could imagine her walking helplessly on the street with tears in her eyes.

Taking a sip of ice water, Zhou Lüchen untied his belt, threw it away, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

When guests came downstairs from the manor, Zhuang Ming waited for a long time and didn't even wait for the second young master to come out of the shower.

After two full hours.

The bathroom door opened, and the man's upper body was naked. There were cool drops of water hanging on his broad, muscular shoulders. He had a narrow waist and a white bath towel with the edge of the towel at the top. The clear tendons on his waist and abdomen were tight and fierce, almost revealing the skin.

The hormone-exploding shower gel mixed with bergamot scent spreads throughout the room.

Zhuang Ming turned around and looked for his bathrobe. Fortunately, except for Miss Joanna who occasionally came to eat, there were no other women staying here permanently. Otherwise...this...

Whoever takes a bath with him will not be confused.

Thinking about the aunt who came to clean the house, if he didn't lock the door behind his back, it would be unethical.

Zhuang Ming handed him the bathrobe and said, "Mr. Blelu is here and will be waiting for you for two hours."

Zhou Lüchen put on his bathrobe, tied it loosely, bent down, took a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it in his mouth. He touched the pocket of his bathrobe but couldn't find a lighter.

He stretched out his hand and said, "Borrow."

He hasn't smoked so much lately. Why is he addicted again after taking a shower?

Looking at the second young master, he seems to just want to relax.

Zhuang Ming didn't smoke. He felt in his pocket and there seemed to be a lighter. His suit was like a treasure chest. In the past, if Miss Shen didn't go out with a backpack, she could still put lipstick and a small box of powder.
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Then somehow, Mr. Blelu was invited to come to Kyoto as a business consultant.

Shen Jing also wanted to go and stared at the reports, her eyes almost falling out with anticipation.

Mr. Blelu actually sent her an invitation letter, saying that she had no acquaintances in a foreign country, and she happened to be his student. He invited her to accompany him and attend the financial seminar together.

The person in front of her was the godfather of investment in the European and American markets, and Shen Jing was flattered.

After a few games, Mr. Bleru expressed his desire to spend a few days in Kyoto. "Ms. Shen, are you interested in being my tour guide?" Okay.

It’s good to be a tour guide.

Shen Jing shouldn't be too familiar with this place. First she took Mr. Blelu to eat stewed meat in an iron pot, and then went to appreciate the majesty of the Great Wall. It was not enough for Blelu to go to the north 4th floor.

She pressed her peaked cap and said lightly, "We have to go to Beiba anyway. We Chinese can basically go to Beiba for a walk, and there is Haohan Slope in Beiba."

Mr. Blelu, who is nearly [-] years old, has a desire to win. "I must go to see Haohan Slope."

Shen Jing walked slowly, unable to rush, and encouraged her, "Come on, Mr. Blelu."

It was also her first time here, and she finally found a companion.

In order to show her respect for her teacher, she helped Bulelu carry the water bottle. The assistant who was traveling with Bulelu ran away early in the morning.

Shen Jing's health was not in good condition and her legs soon became sore and tired, but she was willing to insist on climbing to Beiba to enjoy the beautiful mountains and rivers.

Shen Jing passed the water to Bullelu. She was actually a little curious. She just went to New York to attend a class and asked a lot of questions. The financial tycoon was deeply impressed by her.

She was even a little narcissistic and thought that she was an outstanding talent... so Mr. Blerlu was deeply impressed by her.

Of course, this narcissism quickly fades.

She knows how much she weighs.

It is said that businessmen only look at profits and will not go without profit, but they found that Mr. Bleru did not have any intention for her and simply wanted to help her grow.

In the end, Bleru did not reach the North 5th floor, but barely made it to the North [-]th floor. He gave up and sat on the steps, holding his face. "I am completely conquered by this place. It's too long."

When Blelu returned to New York, the first thing he did was meet the president of Lianxin Bank at the Lianhe Bank headquarters building, "Fuck!"

Bullelu has been complaining about climbing the Great Wall. His feet have been trembling since the day he climbed the Great Wall.

Zhou Lüchen chuckled softly, raised his finger, and motioned for the bodyguard to give a cigar to Bulleru.

Mr. Blerue accepted with a smile.

Zhou Luchen said gently, "Polite."

This young president of United Bank always looks like a gentleman, but he is actually the most cunning and cunning entrepreneur in lower Manhattan.

Bullelu told a lot of interesting things about Shen Jing, where he went to play, where he went to eat and drink.

Zhou Lüchen didn't listen much and sat on the top of the tallest building, overlooking the night view of New York.

There is constant traffic and bright lights.

Zhou Lüchen squeezed the cigar smoke, and Zhuang Ming held a butane lighter specially designed for cigars. He lit the cigar for him before handing it to him with both hands.

Zhou Lüchen put it in his mouth, took a sip, stirred his tongue gently, and said, "How can I teach you?"

Bullelu smoked a cigar soothingly, "To me, Miss Shen is a very studious student. She has a shortcoming. In your words, she is just one-sided. It is difficult for me to stimulate her thinking and decision-making."

Zhou Luchen tilted his head and stared at the night outside the floor-to-ceiling window, "She always has her own set of rules and has never seen any pain."

"Don't hit the wall and don't look back." Bullelu said with a smile, put away the cigar box given by the young president, and said goodbye.

Zhuang Ming personally helped Bulalu put it into a black gift box bag, "Do you like the Great Wall?"

Bleru waved his hand, "I will never crawl again."

Zhuang Ming personally sent him out, "When the second son was ten years old, he and the eldest son walked 2283 kilometers from Jiayu to the mountains and seas. The old man timed the assessment. It exceeded the time, so I have to do it again."

But his temperament is still moody, and he is not as forbearing and restrained as the eldest son.

Later I thought, Guan Lianxing has never relied solely on forbearance and restraint, but on controlling authority.

"The Zhou family is very cruel to the brothers."

How could this be called ruthless? Naturally, what Zhuang Ming experienced was not worth mentioning and he did not explain it to Bleru.

"Miss Shen is the little sister of your Zhou family? The cousin you are talking about over there?" Bullelu asked suddenly.

Zhuang Ming pressed the elevator button calmly, "No."