time-limited addiction

The same is Yuting Villa.

Shen Jing arrived not too late.

It’s rare to be happy.

It was the last day of annual leave and I couldn't sleep.

I don't know why Cheng Jinchuan was suddenly in the same private room. Naturally, Shen Jing didn't get close to Cheng Jinchuan and wanted to stay away.

Cheng Jinchuan didn't look at her very much. Instead, he hugged his new girlfriend drunkenly and looked at Shen Jing provocatively.

This is called, a man's desire to win after he can't get it.

Shen Jing was too lazy to watch or care, and focused on the little sisters' tea party.

Turn around, go into the cubicle to wash your hands and put on lipstick.

Just as he closed the door, he suddenly heard a loud noise.

'Crackling'.

It looked like a wine bottle had broken.

But no one said anything. Did the Lord of Hell come to collect people?

Shen Jing really felt that way.

Putting his ear against the door, there was no movement again.

Her curiosity forced her to open the door, and she was frightened by the scene in front of her.

The lights in the private room are dim.

Zhou Luchen grabbed Cheng Jinchuan's collar with his fingers and pushed him to the corner. The former was condescending, while the latter was physically weak but refused to admit defeat at all.

On Zhou Lüchen.

The white shirt was swollen by his strength, and the buttons were tightly wrapped around the muscles that were about to come out. There was a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

He was clearly doing the most ruthless movements. His white shirt, bulging breasts, and silver-rimmed glasses gave him a sense of severe abstinence.

This made Shen Jing fascinated.

Zhuang Ming, however, stood aside and acted as a doorkeeper. This matter concerned his elder brother. It happened to be tonight. He was in a bad mood and couldn't find a lighter. It was quite annoying. Naturally, Zhuang Ming would not do it himself.

No matter how far he can go, the man named Cheng is too proud. Master Cheng's temper is really not easy to change, and he doesn't shed tears when he sees the coffin.

But two or three seconds.

Zhou Lüchen tightened his grip on Cheng Jinchuan's collar and said in a very contemptuous tone, "Will it hurt?"

The thick fist was raised, and the muscles on the back of the hand were tight.

Different from the past, he wore a pair of elegant glasses and lost all his noble manners.

"Zhou Lv Shen."

When Shen Jing shouted, Zhou Lüchen suddenly stopped moving, turned his eyes slightly, and consciously and docilely loosened Cheng Jinchuan's collar with his long fingers.

Zhuang Ming took a few steps back.

It feels like the noble prince, who has always been at the top of the tower of power, is now like a devout believer.

Shen Jing stood there.

I looked at him quietly. My eyes were covered by glasses. The reflective lenses made me less romantic and sentimental. My handsome face was so cold that it was suffocating.

Shen Jing moved to the man's clenched fist and asked, "Is your hand bleeding?"

Of course, Shen Jing knew about Cheng Jinchuan's deliberate pursuit. The two met in the imperial court and had old enemies. They were both careless people and could not touch their family members to cause any harm.

Zhuang Ming looked at Cheng Jinchuan coldly and said, "Let's go."

The theatergoers in the private room really believed the rumor this time, 'Shen Jing has been with the second son of the Zhou family', and it was confirmed tonight.

soon.

The private room was emptied and the door was closed from the outside, leaving only him and her.

Zhou Lüchen sat down on the sofa, crossed his long legs, and looked at Shen Jing from bottom to top through his lenses.

Sweet pear-flavored perfume, thin black stockings, and glamorous makeup.

Zhou Lüchen's tone was still cold, "Well, the car is out of gas."

"Let's take the car you gave me as a test drive. The 16-cylinder engine is pretty good."

Seriously, she just drove that new car, instead of going to the airport, she went out to have fun and spend the night.

She leaned against the wall, holding a lipstick in her hand. She slowly tapped the lid tightly and threw it into the trash can.

Yes, wolf-hearted and dog-lunged.

Zhou Lüchen looked away lukewarmly, raised his glasses frame with a sigh, "If you have time, come and give Kaizi some tea."

Shen Jing smiled, "Are you jealous?"

Who knows about male creatures being the boyfriends of little sisters? It’s none of her business.

Zhou Luchen still looked like he was keeping strangers away from him, "Who did you catch?"

"Of course, I caught Mr. Tuesday."

She is more good at asking for favors than she is at being coquettish.She has always been a vixen who can use coquettishness to resolve his temper. She said in a low voice, "Come here."

Shen Jing approached slowly, wearing high heels and looking at the debris on the floor, so she was naturally a little slow.

Zhou Lüchen narrowed his eyes, his gaze firmly locked on her.

The slower Shen Jing went, the darker the man's eyes became.

I always felt that if I had paid for her, I should make up for it after sleeping, but he was clearly a person who cared about rewards.

She didn't care about paying for her, but she thought about finding other men to love her.

Perhaps from the beginning, he should have stayed away from each other for three years after the breakup and ignored Shen Jing. Maybe he didn't have the persistence to "have her again". The woman by his side would never be Shen Jing. .

Stretching out his arm, Zhou Luchen pulled Shen Jing into his arms and took off his glasses.

He directly held her face, lowered his head, and without saying a word, closed his eyes and kissed her in a daze.

Shen Jing dodged, but he accurately caught her back.

his kiss.

is punishment.

In the middle of the sofa, the light was dimly lit, and the smell of alcohol mixed with the rich scent of sweet pear perfume.

The more she refused and refused, the more Zhou Lüchen wanted to kiss her.

Feng Ling's broad palm pressed her thin stockings, and his fingertips rubbed them.

next second.

He pulled at it.

Bad to the bone.

Thinking that his hand was still injured, Shen Jing's shoulders tightened instantly, and Zhou Lüchen relaxed his lips with satisfaction.

Resting his forehead against his forehead, his mood was not at all clear.

"My money buys it, only I can see it."

Shen Jing's beautiful eyes were as bright as the moon, and the ends of her eyes were curved, "You have a beautiful idea, I can wear whatever I like."

Zhou Luchen wrapped his palm around her chin, and it turned out that her face was as big as a palm. He easily controlled it with one palm, "How dare you actually come out to fish."

Shen Jing was forced to look up and caught a glimpse of his red eyes.

Mr. Zhou drank wine and confirmed the seal.

She refused to go to the airport to pick him up, so she endured it and just thought that Shen Jing was acting coquettishly. It was good for her that she had time to go out to have fun and have a man around.

Zhou Lüchen's already irritable mood was made worse by some strange mistake.

"How much wine did you drink?" she asked.

Do not answer her words.

Zhou Lüchen added a bottle of whiskey and red wine, how much would it cost?

She also drank several glasses of champagne and was still tipsy.

Looking at Zhou Lüchen, his eyebrows did not change and he remained silent.

"Show me your hand to see if it's seriously injured." Shen Jing picked up his hand.

He doesn't move.

There were no scratches from the broken glass, but there was a slight bloodstain on the back of the hand, which was originally thick and sharp.

not heavy.

Shen Jing had a band-aid in her bag. She squatted down beside the man's thigh, lowered her head, and carefully cleaned the wound on the back of his hand.

The expression on her face was half worried and half tender.

This made Zhou Lu's eyes filled with some ambiguity.

She must have always had him in her heart, but she just wouldn't admit it, look back, or forgive him.

"The Cheng family can't stand up anymore. The most they can do is travel along the trade route. Now he hates your eldest brother's iron-blooded tactics. Tomorrow he can't figure out why he shouldn't stop your eldest brother from venting his anger everywhere. Who should blame him? The Cheng family is too ostentatious. You... You shouldn’t argue with him.”

Listening to her mumbling, Zhou Lüchen said calmly, "I'm in a bad mood."

Shen Jing: "Why."

"Can't find the lighter." He said hoarsely.

So why don't you come to Cheng Jinchuan to borrow it?

Shen Jing giggled twice, "Is it your fault that I didn't pick it up?"

"Okay, I have matches." Shen Jing rummaged through her bag and handed them to him, "I'll lend them to you."

Zhou Luchen didn't answer, and leaned his upper body on the sofa, avoiding her coldly, "Shen Jing, are you smoking on my back again?"

A very questioning tone.

Shen Jing crossed her arms and smiled endlessly, "This is none of your business."

To be fair, she brought the matches to use some aromatherapy, and she had not touched nicotine for a long time. She was not that stupid to use nicotine to ruin her health.