time-limited addiction

Along the way, Shen Jing discovered that she was walking in the opposite direction. The elevator here was only for politicians, and it was a special aisle, separated by three security doors, so security was tight.

She seemed to have no idea where she had broken into, and even saw a security guard standing guard with a handheld charge. The other party's eyes flickered, as if she saw something, and sincerely suggested that she go back, as there would be other elevators behind her.

Row.

She turned around and was caught off guard by bumping into a body that was as cold and hard as a wall. Her face was pressed against a black suit with a tight texture, and her vision in front of her was blocked and covered in shadow.

The thin girl was completely blocked, her mind was in a state of flux, and she had no words to express.

The man just stared at her casually, "Are you anxious to see your lover?"

She rubbed her forehead without looking directly at him, "So what."

"I've already moved on. I've been with him for a long time. I stay in hotels and stay up late. That's it. I go out to attend the summit as a tourist. What's wrong? Do you want to take care of me? Or do you want to pack me up like last time? Even if I am thrown back to my country, I still feel that I am not worthy of appearing in front of you."

The more she spoke, the more anxious and angry she became.

It was clear that when he saw her red forehead, Zhou Lüchen felt no pity, pinched her waist and pushed her hard against the wall.

Trapped her between the cold wall and him.

"Uh--"

Her back was burning with pain, and her waist was controlled by thick hands. It was like she was nailed to the wall, at the mercy of the unattainable CEO in front of her.

She seemed to be squeezed between the front and the back, inseparably pressed against her.

She struggled with all her strength and couldn't get away, crying and fussing. It seemed that the more this happened, the closer the man got. Their chaotic breaths were intertwined. Zhou Lüchen pinched her waist harder, causing bursts of soreness in her waist bones.

"Uh…."

When it came out, it became soft.

Zhou Lüchen sneered coldly, a little more mockingly, "Do you like to make waves wherever you go?"

Knowing that she couldn't escape, Shen Jing pursed her lips stubbornly and remained silent.

But looking at the condescending aura of the person in front of her, Shen Jing argued confidently, "When did I become a prostitute? It's obviously in pain."

Zhou Luchen didn't think he would show mercy to her, so he asked himself, "Why did you bring him here?"

She tried to be as loud as she could. She had to speak louder to look less embarrassed. She could only hold back the tears that were about to well up in her eyes. "Does Manhattan belong to you? No one can come here with a visa."

Raising her hand, Zhou Luchen's cool fingertips wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

I hate her crying the most.

At the corner, the tone of her mouth when she said the word "Qi Yan" seemed to have changed. In the past, she was deeply emotional with her in bed. When she felt uncomfortable, she would obey him and call him "little" softly. Uncle, that’s why he has such a tone.

Shen Jing was leaning against the wall at the moment. She couldn't be said to be too obedient, but she was also a little afraid and wary of him.Deep down in her heart, she did not dare to disobey the noble master's temper.

In this distance, his breathing was lingering, and he asked hoarsely, "Are we really together?"

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but Shen Jing could hear a little bit of questioning in his voice, just a little bit.

Looking at him, admittedly, he was looking at her too.

The beam of light shines down, making the man's whole body illusory and blurry. In a pair of eyes as deep as ink, the eye sockets are very deep, the coldness coming from the depths of the pupils, the sinking coldness, always missing when looking at her. So gentle.

It's quite disappointing. At this time, she actually thought about whether he cared about her. Shen Jing smiled and said, "We just slept together. Does it affect you whether we are together or not? Did I betray you? Did I feel sorry for you? Who should I choose?" So what, is this answer important to you?"

Is it important.

After asking himself once, Zhou Lüchen's fingers naturally let go of hers, as if it wasn't that important.

The waist was slightly relaxed at this moment. Shen Jing lowered her head and looked at the folds of the skirt around her waist. The fabric was wrinkled by his domineering pinch.

Voila.

This trace is caused by the man's possessiveness.

It's silk, bought for [-] yuan. If you wear it once and meet Zhou Lüchen, it will definitely be scrapped.

What kind of ruthlessness he has, he can pinch the silk until it becomes uneven.

"Do you think the answer is important?" she asked again.

Zhou Lüchen lowered his eyes and looked at her, as if smiling, and said mockingly, "It's not important."

He took his hand back, put it in his trousers with one hand, and turned around to leave.

"Is it true?" Shen Jing couldn't help but ask again, "Is it true? Zhou Lvchen, it's not important. I'm no longer a young girl. I'm not a non-marriage person in your circle. You have parents. You have the resources, the aristocratic skills, and the connections. You can play whatever you want, and I am not you."

She added: "At least, like now, I don't have to worry about being followed by homeless people when I come to New York. I can walk unscrupulously, and there will be people following me. Don't you want me to live without you? Find someone who doesn't look like you." Are you living a good life? I think I have found it. When my grandma passed away, he was the one who accompanied me to handle everything, including coming here and accompanying me all the way."

Seeing Zhou Luchen's sudden pause, Shen Jing bit her lower lip and asked softly, "Oh, where is the elevator? I hope President Zhou can give me some directions."

Zhou Luchen looked back, glanced at her, held her wrist, and unreasonably dragged her into the dark and deserted cabin.

She yelled, she yelled, and she didn't know which of her words touched his temper.

There was no light. The bodyguard outside closed the door and pressed the LCD screen of the house number: Do not disturb
do not disturb.

(End of this chapter)