time-limited addiction

Zhou Lu Shen said clearly that it was not her place to know, so as not to disturb her and make her afraid.

"Things over there are more complicated. It's not about me. My nationality is not here. Why panic? They are not that reckless."

Shen Jing seems to understand.

Rubbing her head with his palm, Zhou Lüchen suddenly frowned, "If it's too late to call you back, will you really go to Chicago? How will I explain to your grandfather and eldest sister if something happens to you?"

Shen Jing responded with a smile, "Oh, it's raining heavily over there. I might regret going back to the airport halfway. I don't want to take risks for you."

Zhou Lüchen pinched her cheek and sneered twice, mocking her stubbornness.

Without warning.

His cell phone on the armrest rang.

call.

English name.

Whose confidante is this? When Shen Jing saw the word Joanna, she moved her eyes to the window and said, "Stop the car."

She remembered that there were still tickets today.

Who wants to see Miss Joanna in his luxurious manor?

I have seen the reports in the New York media. Although it is very likely that I am chasing rumors, flies do not bite seamless eggs. This principle is very suitable for Zhou Luchen.

Zhou Luchen crossed it off with his finger, and when he looked at hers again, she had a squeamish look that said, "I'm not easy to mess with."

A phone call made her angry again.

It's so easy to get angry.

"Where to park."

She said, "It's enough to talk for so long. I want to go back to China to work, work, and eat."

Speak forthrightly.

The car had already bypassed the city and drove to the side road, heading towards Long Island Manor.

Zhou Lüchen raised his hand slowly and knocked on the partition. The driver stopped the car steadily.

Shen Jing put down the biscuits, grabbed her bag in her hand, quickly stood up from Zhou Lüchen's lap, pressed the door door button, and kicked the car door. She got off the car with a very angry attitude.

Zhou Luchen looked at her funny, watching her get out of the car and walking back, "She is not my girlfriend."

Is this an explanation? Let’s just believe him a little bit.

But she is a bit pretentious.

"Love, right? Anyway, I don't touch other people's men."

This thing is not easy to coax.

Zhou Luchen stepped out of the car with long legs, grabbed her arm, pulled her back, took the bag from her hand and threw it to the driver.

Shen Jing waved her hand, "I give it all to you, I don't want it anymore."

The driver took the bag and turned around to leave.

The driver of the convoy behind silently turned around and left.

The president's eyes were too sharp, enough for them to understand what was going on. The situation was not one where he could stay here and watch. He would easily be scolded by this cold-blooded man later.

Shen Jing ran away angrily, Zhou Lüchen raised his fingers, loosened his collar to let out the heat, and followed her.

"Shen Jing."

She doesn't look back when she's being arrogant.

Zhou Lüchen quickened his pace, put his arms around her waist, held her in his arms, and held her upright, letting her pat her back and moan.

When she had had enough trouble, she put her hands on his back and lowered them obediently.

Zhou Lüchen pulled her short skirt down, and his fingers brushed across her skin intentionally or unintentionally, brushing ambiguously.

She shook and whispered, "I want to go home. Let me go home and report the results of the summit to eldest sister, so that eldest sister can be happy."

Zhou Lüchen asked as he walked, "Do you have to go back to China?"

Shen Jing solemnly expressed her position: "I just want to go back to China. Staying here is a waste of money. The daily consumption is expensive. I took a taxi and spent 3000 yuan."

Converting the exchange rates between the two countries, it is more than tens of thousands of yuan.

Zhou Luchen didn't listen to how much money she spent, but he only mentioned the first sentence and asked paranoidly, "Really?" "Really."

she shouted.

After only a few breaths, Zhou Lu said in a dull voice, "Go back to see your bamboo horse brother?"

Shen Jing sniffed, "Yes, Boss Sun is a very nice person."

Boss Sun?

Scum girl.

He hugged her and pinched her flesh, as if he was hurting her on purpose. He was satisfied when he heard a lingering 'uh' escape her throat.

He asked, "Oh? So you sent him to the plane in person and then came back to me?"

He knew it and came to settle accounts again.At that time, Shen Jing did not know enough about what was happening in Chicago, and she really hoped that Sun Qiyan would return home safely first.

"Are you jealous?" Shen Jing asked.

In fact, it can be seen that she seems to be worried about whether Sun Qiyan can return to the country safely.

for a while.

Zhou Lüchen put her on the hood of the car. The moment she was about to jump off, she looked up. Zhou Lüchen's eyes were dark and deep, intimidating her.

His palms were just resting on the hood of the car, trapping her easily.

Zhou Lüchen, who was approaching, pinched her chin with his fingers, lifted her legs and folded them up, leaning down, "Are you a scumbag? You are swaying left and right."

His smell, his voice, and his eyes were so close that Shen Jing's heartbeat seemed to stop.

She clearly spoke on purpose, and when the words reached her lips, she unconsciously lowered her voice, "So what..."

He pressed the back of her head with his palm, and Zhou Lvchen's breath hit her ears in confusion, making her a little confused, "Do you remember what I said?"

Shen Jing was slightly startled as she knew his noble master's temper very well, and heard him add in a low voice, "I have never been patient."

Zhou Lüchen bit the corner of her mouth, which hurt her. She exclaimed at the smell of blood before he let go and wiped the corner of her lower lip with his fingertips.

I don't know who bit whom, I was confused and confused, and there were blood stains.

His hands and feet were imprisoned, his face was buried in Zhou Lüchen's chest, and he gasped without saying a word, and his whole body went limp.

Unable to hold back, as if her emotions could not be relieved, she also bit Zhou Lüchen during the long process. His lips were thin and torn.

A little bit of red stained the corner of the man's thin lips, which was completely romantic.

Shen Jing stared at it for a long time, and finally lowered her head, "Does it hurt? I didn't bite it on purpose."

He stretched out his fingers, wiped them on Shen Jing's bloody lips, and asked frankly and openly if she wanted it.

Shen Jing was not surprised. Shen Jing said in a somewhat unclear voice, "Zhou Lüchen, this is... New York, the roads... and... the roads..."

The words no longer make sense, and the conversation is no longer smooth.

Zhou Luchen took her hand and put it on the belt to teach her.

Shen Jing shrank her fingers and said, "Don't regret untying the hood. Think clearly about it."

No matter how dim the sky was, the delicate blush on her face could no longer be hidden.

Putting their foreheads against each other, seeing her stiff and shy movements, Zhou Lüchen smiled lightly, "Have you forgotten how to solve it after such a long time?"

With her long hair hanging loose, she couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you afraid if it's exposed..."

Zhou Luchen's face was buried deeply in her chest, and his voice was hoarse and low, "Don't talk."

Shen Jing put her hands on the front hood of the luxury car and raised her head, just in time to catch Zhou Lüchen's gaze. His knowing eyes were full of love and lust, and she was heartbroken.

He leaned closer and his breath was taken away.

With no way out, his kiss fell passionately, hard and urgent.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had been like this. In a daze, Shen Jing's remaining rationality disappeared little by little. She raised her arms to wrap around his neck and responded to him along with her uncontrollable heart.

When he stopped breathing her, he said sexily, "Be good."

His thick big hands hugged the bones of her lower back tighter, and Zhou Lüchen took the side of her neck into his mouth, kissing her downwards.

There were no lights, just the thick darkness of night in the deep sky.

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