time-limited addiction

Zhuang Ming turned around and left the restaurant. It would be a pity if they had to separate in the end.

I don’t even remember how long the two have been together on and off, from emotional conflicts to personality compatibility, to class concepts, to the gap in identity and experience between them.

Along the way, I couldn't tell how deeply they loved each other, I could only see that neither one could let go of the other.

The aunt came over to clean up the pear wood brocade box at the bar. Her first reaction was that it was too valuable and she couldn't throw it away even if it was empty. The boxes containing beads from rich and powerful people all have collection value.

Shen Jing suddenly turned sideways and said, "Aunt Zhang, did that wealthy lady's wish finally come true?"

The aunt smiled and said, "It's very effective. A happy event happened within a month, and her depression was cured."

Shen Jing put her face under Zhou Lüchen's eyes and called him "A-Chen, A-Chen", mumbling nonsense.

"Thank you, I love your rosary."

She happily accepted.

A rather aristocratic young man, he pretended not to understand and bent down to look at her, "What do you like about me?"

"The rosary."

Reflect on his words.

Thinking about it carefully, Zhou Lüchen asked another question.

For a moment, Shen Jing couldn't answer.

What do you like about him?

I like his directness and magnanimity, his external conditions, and his calmness and calmness when he annexed Yingzi Futai.

I like him who knocks on the door in a drunken rage, and he likes him who is wrapped in nicotine and as unpredictable as fog.

From the shocking moment when they first met in the hospital corridor to now, the gears of fate are turning in cycles. When she is vulnerable and helpless, Zhou Luchen can always reach out to her inadvertently.

If he was not promiscuous by nature, then the noble young master would not be so leisurely to receive her admission ticket in the hospital corridor.

I hate that he is a prodigal, but I am also glad that he is a prodigal, and I do not regret knowing him.

But Shen Jing didn't say that Zhou Luchen was her disaster.

She raised her lips and said, "I am destined to suffer this fate from you."

Zhou Lu buried his face in her shoulder, his voice low and chaotic, "Let's start over. Don't worry about other men."

The more he spoke, the tone of the last sentence became harsher.

what?
Who is she worried about?
Did he get into her heart?

It was quite difficult for her heart to squeeze out Zhou Lüchen's position. Shen Jing raised her chin slightly and said, "Are you going somewhere to be stimulated? If you don't go there, I won't care about you. Do you hear me?"

Why should he be angry with her? If a proud person like Zhou Lüchen was serious, he would never let Shen Jing appear in front of him in this life.

She does have a temper. She wears a bib, and one meal has left him with no reason to vent.

Shen Jing asked again, "The seafood I made is almost cold. Do you want to eat it?"

Zhou Lüchen's brows folded slightly, "Order me?" "Who dares to order you." Shen Jing still hugged Zhou Lüchen's neck and looked at him gently with innocent eyes, "Then...can we eat?"

Zhou Luchen directly bit her shoulder blade, his action was very rough, but wearing a serious ascetic suit, he actually seemed harmonious when doing it.

After biting it down, she trembled and hissed. Zhou Lüchen curled his lips in satisfaction, and a smile began to faintly spread from the corner of his mouth, "What do I want from you, Shen Jing?"

After all, what could she give him.

Nothing can be given to him.

How beautiful? In the past, there were many beautiful girls around Zhou Lüchen, and Shen Jing was not the only one.

But he just wasn't willing to leave her alone, and he wasn't willing to let her find another man.

It was clearly in his pocket.

Shen Jing joked, "I am unique."

Maybe, that's it, Zhou Lüchen thought.

I heard the words that he was not making any progress.

"Have a meal."

into the night.

Two people were dining face to face at a French retro dining table.

The kitten had been fed with cat food by a servant. She lay in a ball on another chair and had a good sleep. She stayed with her in a sensible manner, neither meowing nor fussing.

The food cooked by Shen Jing was indeed not delicious, and the seasoning was too strong. Zhou Lv Shen did not take a few bites, but his aunt used serving chopsticks to place a plate in front of him, indicating to him to taste it.

After taking the first bite, Zhou Lüchen frowned frequently.

I guess I didn't dislike it enough to spit it out, it already gave her a lot of face.

It has always been Zhou Luchen's rule to eat without speaking.

Occasionally, the bowls and chopsticks clashed, and the taste of the main dish was really wrong. Shen Jing poked the rice in the bowl and looked at Zhou Lvchen.

He raised his hand elegantly to get ice water from his aunt. He never spoke a word during the meal and behaved coldly and dignifiedly.

In this life, the noble son who was pampered by power, gold and silver has never touched such heavy seafood.

Sure enough, Zhou Lüchen put down his chopsticks long ago, picked up the handkerchief and wiped his hands slowly, took a glass of ice water, and went upstairs with one hand in his pocket.

This made Shen Jing laugh out loud, "Is it delicious?"

Zhou Lüchen tapped the handrail of the stairs with his finger and said in a light voice, "It's really just normal. Don't do it next time. It will dirty your hands."

Zhou Lüchen is still the same Zhou Lüchen.

The woman who stayed by his side never bent down to cook for him.

Similarly, Shen Jing was too lazy to cook anymore, it was not a cooking ingredient.