time-limited addiction

Shen Jing didn't care, unscrewed the bottle cap and drank water.

She stopped looking at him.

Is it unexpected?

Not surprisingly.

This city is the largest capital market, gathering banking and financial institutions around the world.

How could there not be this banker who always loves to annex others?

Not over yet.

Zhou Luchen stood up and left the table. The computer and documents in front of his desk were put away by the secretary and left with him.

The figure gradually disappeared through the door behind the conference table in front.

The meeting continues.

The rest are financial analysts talking about Dow Jones Industrials.

Shen Jing noted that the prospects are promising.

After nearly three and a half hours, the first scene finally ended.

It was time for chatting at the banquet. Some people left and the capitalists entered the banquet in the back room to discuss.

Bullelu introduced her to a foreign-funded company.

Traveling around with her project book.

Sun Qiyan’s text message: “What time will I go to pick you up?”

During the dinner, Shen Jing lowered her head and typed: "In 20 minutes."

Bullerlu touched the champagne in her hand and said, "What are you busy with?"

Shen Jing just said it was okay and looked down at the text message.

"Whatever dish you want to eat, I'll book a restaurant."

She replied: "Chinese food"

Mr. Blelu frowned slightly, "Your boyfriend?"

Shen Jing smiled and raised her glass, "Not yet. We are good friends. Come to New York with me."

Bleru asked, "I can't understand why President Zhou likes to help you so much, but you are like a stranger when you meet him. I know him, but I have never seen him helping anyone."

Shen Jing raised her eyes with a smile, "Maybe I'm beautiful and don't want to be bullied."

Since it was a private matter, Bullelu didn't ask anymore.

There is no unconditional giving. After all, that man is purely dictatorial and self-interested.The cooperation with foreign investment agencies was smooth, and her plan was approved by the organizing committee.

Smoother than expected.

Shen Jing entered the venue without bringing anything, and when she left, she was alone, with her head lowered, making a phone call.

"Qi Yan, are you here?"

Qi Yan…

Nickname, gentle and gentle.

Next moment.

At the corner, when she said those words, Zhou Lüchen's figure came into view.

Next to the carved railing, Zhou Lu stood solemnly and chatted with several politicians from a certain country. When he spoke, the emotion in his eyes was very light. Even if he met her, he would only look at her twice.

Sudden silence.

The person on the phone was very gentle and spoke clearly, and the general meaning could fall into everyone's ears.

"Well, we're here. I'll wait for you to come down to eat. Where is your coat? Have you taken it? Did you leave anything behind?"

"I'm driving a black jeep. Can you see the license plate? Well... I'd better ask the bodyguard to pick you up personally so that you can't find the car."

"I'd better pick you up. I'll park the car first."

"Why don't you say anything? Are you taking the stairs? You have to go down the stairs slowly. Kid, you stayed up late last night and didn't sleep well. Remember to watch the road and don't fall, you know."

The voice is as gentle as water.

Every thought, every word and every breath is about favor and love.

When some words are put together, it’s really not a normal story.

Shen Jing gasped inwardly, agreed to the other side with a soft 'hmm', hung up the phone, turned around, and suddenly couldn't remember where the stairs were.

Wearing high heels was inconvenient, and walking fast made her feel even more uneasy.

"President Zhou, I look forward to meeting you tomorrow."

After the small talk, Zhou Luchen took the official document from the other party politely, handed it to the bodyguard, and put it in the safe.

"President, are you taking it back to the manor?"

He hummed, calmly stretched out the cufflinks of his suit, and followed the figure at the end of the corridor, walking slowly with his long legs.

(End of this chapter)