time-limited addiction

Only then did Shen Jing realize that he was in the conference room. In order to have a video call with her, she temporarily stopped the meeting.

Shen Jing rarely saw the domineering Zhou Lüchen. He had the greatest destiny, the greatest power, the greatest position, and women were behind him.Perhaps, this meeting is just a simple meeting report process and should not be important.

pity.

President Zhou didn't show her face anymore, and the camera showed executives sitting in silence on both sides.

The stingy and arrogant CEO didn't want to lick her face, so beautiful.

Shen Jing lowered her eyes and took a sip of coffee, holding her cell phone in her hand, "I thought I was just drinking to survive without me."

Like the depraved things he would do on Tuesday?

Not like.

He asked hoarsely on the other side of the phone, "Raise your head."

"Look at you." He ordered.

Shen Jing pursed her lips, followed his words, and raised her chin to the camera.

"Then look at it."

She was meeting a client today, dressed modestly and wearing light lipstick.

Zhou Lüchen smiled calmly, suppressing another cough and remaining calm.

She suddenly asked, "Does it look good?"

Zhou Lüchen sat at the head of the conference table, deliberately silent for a few seconds, and said in a frivolous tone, "General."

Such frivolous attitude, Shen Jing decisively moved the camera away to show Zhou Lüchen the decoration of the coffee shop, "Then I'm busy and have no time to talk to you."

pissed.

"Ah."

His throat started to feel itchy again, and Zhou Lüchen's 'um' was lowered and gentle.

They are all busy and hang up each other's videos.

Zhou Lüchen was in a good mood and did not disturb her work, and gradually became less fond of chatting with her so frequently. However, thinking that Shen Jing was so busy and perfunctory with him, he was in a bad mood again. He really didn't know how she should calm down. To what extent is reconciliation considered as before?

Just one woman changed his mood eight hundred times.

It was quite ridiculous, but Zhou Lüchen didn't realize it himself. Zhou Lüchen was also very busy, busy in meetings. Once he got busy, he had strong self-control, and his mood swings were suppressed by work.

Thinking about it this way, it was a good thing that Shen Jing didn't run back to China.

"The meeting continues."

He threw the phone away with a bang, and with the white lens cloth on his fingertips, he slowly wiped the lenses and put on his glasses again.

Looking at it this way, the president's aura is even more intimidating.

Recently, United Bank has piloted token transactions with financial authorities. The stock market closed late and the President of United Bank got off work even later.

Since Zhou Lushen came to power, he has improved the performance efficiency that Zhou Zhengliang originally set for the next five years to one year, which is very challenging for the new president. The stock price has been soaring, and he has never had room for mistakes.

The assistant noticed that Zhou Luchen was a little tired and drank frequently from the mineral water bottle. At first, he thought that the president had been in meetings for a long time, and groups of continental employees and investment companies were meeting with him, which must be the result of fatigue.

The tall and handsome figure was sitting in the middle of the sofa. He didn't look sick, so the assistant was relieved.

The next day, when the interview was over and the assistant was leaving, he accidentally saw Zhou Lüchen bending down to look for medicine from the drawer and found a box of cold medicine but didn't want to touch it.

The assistant noticed something, he must be sick, but he didn't look sick, so he turned around and asked, "Do you want to see the doctor? I'll ask the doctor to come over?"

"It's okay." Zhou Lüchen threw the capsule back into the drawer, "I'm just feeling tired, so I went to make tea."

"it is good."

Tea can refresh you. This is the Eastern tea ceremony culture. The assistant is a Westerner. He thinks this way and does things according to the president's instructions.

Xiao Song is still worried. Xiao Song is relatively good at taking care of the president. In the past, Secretary Xiao Song could settle the president's personal affairs with just one move. Unfortunately, Secretary Song was taken to Washington by the old chairman. Secretary Song's business He is very capable, but I don’t know why.

When the assistant came back with a cup of tea, Zhou Luchen was already soaking in the pool to cool down.Perhaps because he was used to taking showers in ice water, Zhou Lüchen was too lazy to go ashore for a while in the swimming pool. He leaned against the shore and closed his eyes to rest, with his strong arms resting on the edge of the pool.

The hormones all over my body are so strong that I can smell the slightest hint of citrus and bergamot shampoo in the nearly 500-square-meter CEO office.

But look at him, he has his eyes closed and his eyebrows are twisted together uncomfortably.

The assistant urged the female secretaries who came in with contracts, "Go out first. Haven't you seen the boss's girlfriend? Don't stay in the president's office and look around. His girlfriend is not easy to mess with. She was not afraid of the old chairman last time. "

Naturally, everyone has met Shen Jing. Shen Jing often came to the headquarters some time ago.

After a conversation in English, "Who will sign the contract...?"

"You're confused when asking such a question. Of course it's the president." The assistant thought for a while, "I'll send it in tomorrow when he goes to work."

The female secretary timidly whispered, "The president said it must be completed today, and the financial authorities will come to meet with the president tomorrow morning."

At the right time, Zhou Lüchen, who was relaxing in the swimming pool, lazily said, "Enzo, bring me the contract."

It was probably the sound of conversation that disturbed him from taking a rest.

The assistant Enzo was very sensible and took the contract and pen from the female secretary.

Zhou Lüchen picked up a towel from the shore and wiped his slightly wet fingers. He just took the pen and signed, sitting in the pool without looking back.

His naked back followed his writing strokes, and his strong muscular lines were like the back of a double door.

Where is his girlfriend?

Leave him here to work.

The female secretary is a Westerner, not shy, but... FUCK, why is there a boss who is sitting lazily in the swimming pool signing a contract, and is so arrogant in every gesture that he doesn't let anyone see?

The boss is either in heat or sick, and his neck tendons are extremely red.

The assistant squatted down and checked the water temperature. It was ice water.

It was understandable that it was hot summer, but there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

The president is sick, absolutely.

Assistant Enzo took away the contract and left with the female secretaries.

I specially invited a doctor to come to the CEO's office to see the CEO, and waited for Enzo to lead the doctor into the CEO's office.

Zhou Lüchen is no longer there, and the soaking pool in the lounge is empty. His white nightgown is lazily draped on the leather sofa on the shore, as well as a leather belt.

Enzo asked the secretarial department, "Where is the president?"

"left already."

...

The night view of Manhattan is bustling and stunning.

A white Bentley Flying Spur was parked near Times Square. Through the open windows, a burst of nicotine faintly emitted.

Passers-by would stop and take a look at the low-key and elegant Bentley from time to time, but they could not clearly see who the dignified man was with only half a silhouette.

The man, like passers-by, watched the proposal in front of Times Square.

It's not the first time either.

Zhou Lu sat quietly in the car, puffing on his cigarette and watching the man propose.

As soon as he noticed it, he stopped to watch, thinking it was two people, but it turned out to be a man and two women.

According to the comments of passers-by, the content of the story is ridiculous. The man’s proposed proposal was not to his girlfriend, but to his girlfriend’s best friend, and he was discovered by his girlfriend.

Zhou Lüchen, who was holding a cigarette, raised his lips slightly, and his smile was very mocking.

Life is full of drama all the time.

Really not in the mood to see if the other party was slapped, Zhou Lüchen put out his cigarette, turned the steering wheel with one hand, stepped on the accelerator and left.