time-limited addiction

In the room.

Before Shen Jing closed the door and entered the room, she exited and exposed half of her head, "Qi Yan, I tried it, but it doesn't seem to work."

If so, Sun Qiyan also tried her reaction.

She was not prepared, and the kiss that was about to fall completely shattered her determination to be ready to be with him.

Sun Qiyan actually wanted to get these.

For the person you like, you just want to have a sense of security in your own hands.

"I knew it from the beginning." Sun Qiyan added, "Don't take what happened just now to your heart. Sometimes I really can't control myself in front of you."

How uncontrollable are you?When I saw Zhou Luchen, I couldn't control myself even more.

that night.

Zhou Luchen was at Jost's family dinner.

A low-key banquet was held at his farm, with not many guests, all of whom were close friends, to entertain the president of the joint bank from another country.

A private family banquet where 'those with money serve those with power'.

Jost should take good care of her, "Ever since Mr. Zhou came to Manhattan, I have invited you from left to right. From Christmas to today, Mr. Zhou has only been willing to take a trip."

Zhou Luchen was very indifferent, "I'm busy with government affairs."

Can be seen.

Zhou Luchen seemed to be interested or not, no different from usual. During the chat, he drank one glass after another, and he was a little drunk throughout the night.

It was Zhuang Ming who drove the car to pick him up.

Glancing at the rearview mirror, the man rested with his hands on the side of his face and his eyes closed.

Since he didn't bring Miss Shen back that day, Zhuang Ming had been walking on thin ice in front of him. He was afraid that he would get angry, but he stayed quiet and concentrated on his work.

Naturally, the second young master didn't say a word to him.

Those unconscious contributions and support are occasionally mixed in by Sun Qiyan.

The noble son's costs were sunk, and he wanted to plant that delicate flower, but found that he was fertilizing and watering for other men, which was enough to stir up every nerve ending in his body.

A rich and noble son will not tolerate disobedience in what he pays.

Outside the car window, there was a farm flashing by. Shen Jing lived on this land and moved here secretly. Private residences are highly protected in New York, but it is not that difficult to check.

It was four o'clock in the morning, it was pitch dark, and just at the moment when the car passed by, the lights on the first floor suddenly turned on.

Zhou Lüchen raised his eyes slightly, glanced out of the car window, saw a few breaths of light, and said in an impatient tone, "Stop the car."

"Come and open the door."

He was slightly drunk and gave two orders.

Zhuang Ming complied, unbuckled his seat belt, and got out of the car to open the door for him. The door was already...

He had already been kicked away by the man's long legs, his leather shoes fell to the ground, and he strode into the farm.

Shen Jing didn't sleep well.

Sun Qiyan's words made her toss and turn. Her stomach was empty, so she went to the kitchen to cook some noodles to fill her stomach.

When the water boiled, Shen Jing put down the pasta and stirred it with chopsticks.

Sun Qiyan often cooks, and she is also good at cooking noodles.

Suddenly.

'Bang bang—'

'Bang bang—'

Very irritable.

Sonorous and powerful.

Like a drunkard looking for the wrong door.

Shen Jing didn't know anyone abroad, so she didn't dare to open the door without permission, so she slightly leaned her head out of the window, feeling a little panicked.

Seeing Zhuang Ming standing outside, Shen Jing was startled by the burly black figure in the early morning light, "What are you doing, Zhuang Ming, why are you at the door of my house so early in the morning?"

Zhuang Ming remained calm and said, "The president is drunk tonight. I'm sorry to trouble you."

Shen Jing sighed, untied her apron, put it away, lowered her head and turned off the fire on the stove, "Where did he go to get drunk? Isn't he very busy recently?" "Well, work." Zhuang Ming said.

Shen Jing took a bowl of noodles and said, "Then you take him home and he will be honest after a nap. When he sleeps, he is very quiet and won't move or make a fuss."

Of course, Zhuang Ming knows this. He is very stable when he is stable. If he is in a bad mood, no one can coax him once he loses control.

Zhuang Ming said: "I take the Zhou family's money, so naturally I have to do something. Can you open the door?"

"Okay, if you don't open the door, I'm afraid you'll shoot me in the head."

When she looked up, Shen Jing smiled lightly at Zhuang Ming outside the window, "Come here early in the morning, bang bang, I want to be his father and mother."

Zhuang Ming looked at it and said, "Then just take it for granted and I will compensate you afterwards. You set the conditions."

Yo.

The people around Zhou Lüchen are just like him, they only like to exchange equal value.

Being worthless does not necessarily mean treating people as human beings.

Shen Jing looked at the door that was still banging. It was probably going to rot if it was not opened. She really didn't know if Zhuang Ming would obey the noble prince's violent instructions and break the door lock with one shot.

I have experienced it many times. Zhou Luchen is the most troublesome when she is drunk, and he is also the most messy and messy. He either bullies her, sticks her to bed and kisses her in this way, or leaves her to stay up late in the swimming pool to satisfy his needs.

Shen Jing wiped her hands and shouted, "Stop knocking. If you scare me again, believe it or not, I will actually cry."

This is particularly useful.

Finally, the knocking on the door suddenly stopped.

Shen Jing opened the door.

The drunken noble man was lazily leaning against the door, his collar was loose, his suit was unbuttoned, and in his long eyes, the reflection of the light on her was in a trance.

"Are you willing to open the door?"

The scumbag smiled with drunken eyes and was extremely affectionate. He drew her in and sucked her in those sparkling pupils, as if she was trapped in a fog.

Holding the doorknob with her hand, Shen Jing looked into his eyes and said, "How dare I not open it."

Zhou Luchen, who was approaching, was condescending, and with the slightly fragrant smell of alcohol on his body, he forced her back, and a hoarse voice escaped from his throat, "Huh?"

Shen Jing, who was greedy for noodles, was drowsy and silent at the moment, "Eat...eat noodles."

Seeing that, Zhou Luchen was confused and said, "I won't eat."

The leather shoes made a clanging sound as she stepped forward. She stepped back and he stepped forward, until they touched the toe of her slippers without any gaps.

She shrank her fingers and said, "You know better, Zhou Lüchen. If you make trouble again, I will throw you out."

In front of Zhou Luchen, Shen Jing has always been just a paper tiger and does not pose any threat.

Zhuang Ming is also his.

Zhou Luchen suddenly held her face in his palm and said, "You are throwing it away."

Her head was spinning, and Shen Jing's consciousness went blank for a moment. Habitually, she blinked her eyes and shed a lot of tears.

Look at those cry-loving eyes, tricking him again and again, tricking him into taking the bait, tricking him into addiction, tricking him into pity, Zhou Lu Shen curled his lips, "Why are you pretending to be pitiful, Shen Jing, is it fun to watch me busy with you?" , feel good or not.”

He lowered his head and shed tears, "Don't yell at me..."

He leaned over and said, "It's nothing to yell at you, there are even worse things."

Zhou Luchen moved closer to her, so close that he could smell the alcohol on the man's breath. The white wine from Montachet had a clear and thick cold fragrance.

This wine is expensive and the favorite of the rich. It is a feast for the taste buds and is a feast for the eyes.

Shen Jing tugged on the hem of his clothes and said, "Okay, can you go home and sleep? You're already drunk. If you make trouble again, I'll lock the door."

She was afraid herself, so she had to coax him with an aggrieved look, and didn't want to continue to be stubborn. Zhou Luchen looked at her in silence for a while, and she pulled at his suit with her fingers, and she knew what else she would do.

Without saying a word, he picked her up to his waist and carried her away in a daze.

With her body in the air, Shen Jing could not argue with the drunken noble master.

He didn't even get into the car, but insisted on holding her like this for a while, inhaling the fragrance of her milk.

His chest was always hot and broad, enough to support and wrap her thin body, like a koala holding a baby that was still sucking milk.

Zhuang Ming turned off the car lights and drove slowly to follow.