time-limited addiction

Shen Jing pushed open the door of the CEO's office. The assistant stopped her with some embarrassment, "Can you be later..."

This foreign male assistant was tall and tall, standing in front of Shen Jing like a mountain. In the past, when he followed Zhou Lüchen, he didn't think he was that tall. Why did he look so burly now?

"Are you having a distinguished guest discussing business?" As she was saying this, unfortunately, Shen Jing's hand had already opened the door, and she whispered, "I just gave him a pen as a surprise."

"He hasn't avoided me when talking about things these days, so it shouldn't matter."

The assistant's hand tightened. Shen Jing really couldn't reveal any secrets. He let her in. He couldn't stop the CEO's girlfriend.

The assistant nodded and had no choice but to close the armored door from the outside.

In the three-storey high hall, the Lawrence series desks are dark and low-key. The water curtain flows from the top, separating the main office in the middle hall from the lounge.

After walking a few steps, Shen Jing vaguely heard Zhou Luchen's voice, which was very low.

Look forward.

Zhou Lüchen was leaning against the bookcase, with his shirt rolled up to his forearms and a square handkerchief in his hand. He was concentrating on playing with the lamp without raising his eyebrows and answering from time to time.

Sitting in front of the sofa was his father. Secretary Song ground coffee and gave it to Zhou Zhengliang.

Zhou Zhengliang pushed away and did not move, "Do you really dislike the person I arranged to share the burden for you? She is a graduate student at Princeton. When you are busy, she can help you share some small things."

Zhou Luchen sneered, "Am I short of talented students from Princeton? Once the recruitment is open, I can pick talents from all major universities with an annual salary of one million yuan."

Having said that, Zhou Zhengliang tapped his knees with his fingers, "Have you seen the many ancestors' spiritual tablets on the ancestral hall when you went home?"

"Ah Chen, the Zhou family has never declined in a hundred years. Regardless of business or politics, no one has ever failed."

"Is Shen Jing willing to come to New York with you, or do you want you to go back to China every three days to be with her as always? Is she doing this for your own good? Do you young people care so much about relationships? Her ability, ambition and ambition are not comparable to Wen Xin's, and her family background is not the same. But Xie Yao, what's wrong? Are your tastes getting worse and worse?"

Xie Yao?Shen Jing remembered Xie Qinyang's cousin.

Zhou Luchen responded gently, "I like it."

Zhou Zhengliang didn't care about these words, "Oh, or are you planning to ask her to give up her job to become attached to you and stay with you in New York?"

Zhou Lüchen put the lamp back into the side cabinet, put away the handkerchief and threw it on the table. His eyes narrowed and he said, "It has nothing to do with you." Zhou Zhengliang said calmly, "I'm here to send you back to your country. It's over. Find A suitable person to get married well."

"Zhou Zhengliang, do you dare?"

He had never had a good relationship with Zhou Zhengliang, and he always mentioned his biological father's name when he spoke.

Secretary Song felt that the tension between father and son was getting more and more tense. He walked to Zhou Luchen, pulled his sleeves and said considerately, "Don't be angry... The old chairman is doing this for your own good. Let's go to the meeting first. What's the matter with the family?" Please make up your mind to discuss it easily."

Shen Jing looked at the sleeves of the president of Lianxing being gently pulled by the female secretary, and smiled. Didn't he notice it because he was so angry?

Zhou Zhengliang closed his eyes, "Why, don't you think that she will be very much like your mother in the future? If you are not satisfied, you are dissatisfied. Don't put it in front of us. Your grandma is very angry. She missed you last night. She got up and looked for a phone to chat with you, but she fell down when the phone didn't come through."

Shen Jing lowered her eyes to look at the gift box in her hand, then turned and left.

When she went out and met her assistant, Shen Jing handed the pen box in her hand to the assistant, "Give it to me. If there is an emergency, go back."

He hurried to the elevator.

The conversation in the CEO's office was not pleasant. He and Zhou Zhengliang were never able to sit down and have a normal conversation. The grudge against the biological mother always existed.

Zhou Lüchen slammed the door and came out. The assistant immediately handed the pen box to Zhou Lüchen, "This is a pen from Miss Shen. If you are busy, she will go back to the manor without disturbing you."

Her eyes fell on the black gift box in her palm, which was tied with a beautiful knot. It was obvious that she made it by herself. She used to tie her hair with ribbons like this.

The white Bentley sped away from the building and through the South Street Seaport.

At night, parked outside the gate of the manor.

Seeing Zhuang Ming standing leisurely at the gate watching the eagles flying, Zhou Lüchen walked straight to the back garden.

During the flowering season, Shen Jing came to plant a lot of camellias and roses.

She bent down to water the flowers with her back on her back. She didn't throw herself into his arms like before. She didn't show any emotion. She just stretched out her hands to take care of the green leaves from time to time.