time-limited addiction

The customer was a local and liked Sun Qiyan's craftsmanship, so he insisted that Sun Qiyan deliver it to his door in person.

While he was busy, Shen Jing left secretly to buy ice cream. When Sun Qiyan discovered it, she took a lick of it and said, "I don't want to throw it away, I want to eat it."

It was probably in the past few days that she was willing to talk to him in a word, and the number of words was the most.

Sun Qiyan had no choice but to scold her and bought her another one.

This time, both left and right hands.

"Tighten your coat and let's go back to the restaurant. It's cold and you're still hungry for ice cream. Who can control you from now on?"

Zhuang Ming has been driving for the second young master for so many years and rarely comes to Lao Jing'an.

Shanghai A.12 Rolls-Royce came down from the North-South Elevated Road. While still in the local area, the second young master went to the old bungalow to meet friends and chat with the prefect of the city.

The Shanghai stock market is quite big, and you will eventually meet the people you should meet.

The sycamore trees on both sides of Yuyuan Road covered sixty-seven percent of the light. The afternoon sun was strong, and Zhou Luchen was a little tired, so he slowly glanced out the window.

Bus No. 20 passed by quietly, ahead.

Shen Jing was sitting in the back seat of that small car. She had an ice cream in her hand and took a sip. It was probably too cold and made her tremble. Her face was so pale that she couldn't even see the blood.

Do you want ice cream on such a cold day?
Isn't she cold?

Not only was she not afraid of the cold, she even wanted to wake up from the cold and find some consciousness. She found the helmet too tight, so she even wanted to secretly take it off a little.

The man carrying her would chat with her from time to time. From Zhou Lvchen's perspective, she could see the man's squirming mouth. It was a smile, doting, and she was in his heart, gentle to the bone.

He really doted on her.

"The Shen family has been very close to the Sun family in the past two days. The Sun family helped her grandmother handle her funeral affairs. Therefore, Mr. Shen invited the Sun family out for dinner." Zhuang Ming said.

Old Mrs. Lin Yankui has just left. It is estimated that the two families will discuss marriage after the funeral period. The Sun family is not a wealthy family, but it is not short of money at least. The family tradition is good. The Sun family is very satisfied with Miss Shen. The Sun family is successful through his own career. become.No matter how you look at it, they are both a good match.

This is a fact.

Zhou Lüchen closed his eyes, raised his finger bones slightly, and pinched the tip of his eyebrows.

The shadows of sycamore trees crossed the car window and fell in between, hitting the side of his face from time to time. The hand tightened in a trance, and the veins on the back of the hand were clearly visible.

There was a few breaths of silence.

He opened his eyes and raised his gaze. Zhuang Ming instantly met his eyes in the rearview mirror, understood what he meant, and quickly passed the bird car.

Sun Qiyan drove very slowly.

There was a sudden brake, and the ice cream in Shen Jing's hand hit the tip of her nose. She looked up again and saw a familiar motorcade parked in front of her.

The door is open.

Leather shoes stepped on the cement road in the old neighborhood. The man got out of the car and walked in their direction.

For a moment, she was so panicked that she didn't know where to put her hands. Shen Jing could only randomly wipe the melted chocolate on the tip of her nose.

"Young Master Tuesday." Sun Qiyan spoke first.

Zhou Luchen's expression was dull, and he seemed to only see Shen Jing's presence.

She was a little anxious and grabbed Sun Qiyan's cuffs with her fingers, just touching them.

Nearly being pulled away, she vacated the back seat and fell into Zhou Lüchen's arms, which was full of her.

The ice cream barely touched his expensive suit, and the pure black suit was stained with a lot of cream.

Staring at the mottled marks on it, is her ice cream still edible?

She didn't know, she just wanted to eat.

Sun Qiyan did regret driving this car because it was too easy to be robbed.

You can't beat Mr. Tuesday on the street?There was a bodyguard standing beside the car, and a Rolls-Royce followed behind.

Knowing how the flower bed came to be in the end, Zhou arranged it for Shen Jing on the same day, even though he did not show up for the funeral.

His second son hugged the person, put him into the car, and the car drove away.

A fleet of three Rolls-Royces.Shen Jing was sitting in the car, her whole body trembling, feeling uneasy knowing the temperament of the people around her.

She shrank into a corner and glanced at the man beside her. He lowered his eyes slightly, slowly took off his clothes, took two tissues, wiped the dirty areas carefully before throwing them away.

Mysophobia was mentioned to him, but he thought it was a new word and didn't recognize it.

Zhuang Ming, who was in the front row, spoke carefully, "I will help you clean up later."

Zhou Lu sank and said nothing.

He didn't speak, and Shen Jing didn't dare to speak. She lowered her head and stared at the ice cream in her hand. She couldn't eat it anymore. There was a heater in the car and it melted.

The long eyelashes that were slightly drooped were covered with a thin layer of mist, as if they had just been wet. Zhou Lüchen turned around the armrest to look for his wallet, "I'll pay you."

accompany?
Or lose?
Compensation for what?
What does he want to compensate for?
Full of questions, Shen Jing looked at the always dignified man beside her.

As his upper body leaned forward to look for his wallet, the high-quality fine silk fabric wrapped around his chest, making a hissing sound. That inch of powerful muscle stretched so hard that the buttons would not be able to be pulled.

Innocence, a man's shirt-hard temperament.

Don't look at anything inappropriate, Shen Jing silently looked away.

He pulled out a wad of cash and probably didn't even count the bills, "I'll pay you for the ice cream."

She silently accepted the money and held it in her hands. The brand-new coins felt comfortable in her hands.

The man didn't speak anymore, he just turned his head indifferently, scrolled through his phone, and rested his arms on the armrest. He was lazy and relaxed. This kind of Zhou Lvchen looked very strange and had a sense of distance.

In the carriage, the atmosphere became cold, and Shen Jing didn't know what to say.

There was silence all the way, and there was nothing to say except paying for the ice cream.

The car has circled twice and returned to the alley intersection of Changle Road.

Zhuang Ming came down and opened the car door, and reminded him with his usual expressionless face, "Ms. Shen, please have a good rest, be grieving, eat less ice cream, it's cold, and that car doesn't look safe."

Consider it a warning.

Shen Jing was confused. He just sent her back to the alley intersection?
It's gone?
Are you afraid that she will get cold after eating ice cream?
Stand still.

The Rolls Royce left.

The person who invited the conversation over there called. Zhou Lüchen answered the phone and just replied, very calmly, "You don't have time today, so you don't have to wait for me."

Zhuang Ming turned around.

It took a lot of time to send Miss Shen off, but I didn't care about this little time.

after all.

Mr. Zhou, in this land, no matter who you see or don't want to see, it doesn't matter who the other person is, it just depends on his mood today.

Today I think he lost his interest.

Send him back to his old house and have dinner with the old lady.

Zhou Lüchen returned to China for a long time during this period, and there were always a lot of vixens around him. He didn't care, and occasionally used it as a fun way to make money. He stayed in the old house frequently at night, and the old lady didn't want to ask why.

It is not the Zhou family's style to be trapped by love. Otherwise, it would have been in vain to train him to take charge of Lianxing and become the noble son of the Zhou family.

The old lady had eaten enough and wiped the corners of her mouth lightly with her handkerchief, "Are you going back to New York tomorrow?"

Zhou Lu said yes.

He said yes and spoke less. It was difficult to guess his thoughts, which made the old lady frown.

Did I push him too much? I felt sorry for this grandson, but I didn't want to pity him.

He doesn't need to be pitiful, he knows how to choose the number one position to consolidate his power.

The old lady stood up and touched the green bracelet on her wrist. "Go to bed early. We have a long flight tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)