time-limited addiction

Chapter 30 Zhou Lvchen, where have you been (2)

Sun Dong asked the United Group for something, and he didn't know if he made the right bet this time.

Sun Dong continued, "She left crying, she was wronged, and it seems that she can't find you no matter what."

Zhou Lv took a dull look at Sun Dong, and after hearing what the other party said, he put down the contract in his hand, picked up the suit jacket on the sofa and put it away on the curved wall.

Sun Dong straightened his waist and looked at several old entrepreneurs in the room.

"Maybe we have to deal with something, you wait a moment." Sun Dong said.

The few finally took the time to drink tea, "It's all right."

The banquet downstairs was still going on normally, and the broken porcelain plates had been cleaned up long ago, as if nothing had happened.

Zhou Lushen came here purely to talk about things, including the people here, who he never saw familiarly.

Not worthy of his familiarity.

What he was looking for was the big profit in Hong Kong City, not here, so naturally he wouldn't have too much dealings with these people.

"Second Young Master, you are down."

Zhou Lv sank to the bottom in high spirits and did not reply.

Walking down the last step steadily with leather shoes, he glanced at the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa.

He was the only one on the field with a bleeding forehead.

The middle-aged man may have just had his head baked, and under the projection of the light, his hair shone with reflections.

Mostly dazzling, Zhou Lu's dark pupils froze, and his steps stopped.

And the middle-aged man was drunk, smiling and talking and laughing with his peers, as if they were discussing something interesting, and gestured towards his peers with his clumsy fat palms.

A waiter bent down to wipe the blood on his forehead. He was in pain and even scolded the bartender.

"Don't wipe it off, I have thick skin, I can't die with this little blood."

indeed.

Zhou Lvchen threw the suit in his hand directly to Sun Dong behind him, and slowly walked towards the man.

Without asking or saying anything, he calmly raised his foot and kicked Zhao Zhiqiang hard.

"boom--"

Zhao Zhiqiang was stunned, he even rolled down the sofa, the brown wine on the red tablecloth was not affected by the strong 'crack', and fell to the ground.

Suddenly there was a huge commotion, and everyone in the field looked at him in unison.

Zhao Zhiqiang snorted in pain, "Uh,"

Just based on the wound, Zhou Luchen really kicked, even if he made a mistake.

Sun Dong took two steps back reflexively, let alone Mr. Zhou's physical strength.

Very fierce.

Very fierce.

Strength cannot be underestimated.

Sun Dong hadn't had time to remind him who that Zhao Zhiqiang was.

His Young Master Zhou didn't even ask, he just kicked someone who was injured.

Not decisive.

The whole person also looked calm.

Indifferent, calm.

Zhao Zhiqiang, who was lying on the ground, was in a daze, "Yes...it's not over, today, why did you hit me?"

Zhou Lvchen didn't say a word, bent down, grabbed the opponent's collar, and crushed the opponent's freshly bandaged wound with his thumb.

until the blood spilled again.

Zhao Zhiqiang wanted to call someone, but found that no one cared about him at all, and kept away as if he was afraid of hurting himself.

"You... what are you doing?"

Zhou Lu was speechless, let go, turned around, took a tissue to wipe off the hot sweat on his hands, and left.

"What happened, who was that handsome man in the white shirt just now?"

"Zhou Zhengliang's only son, and the future president."

"Zhou Luchen?"

"never seen it?"

"I haven't seen it. No wonder Zhou Zhengliang didn't let him show his face outside. If you want to beat someone, you can beat him."

"I don't know. Just now Zhao Zhiqiang was also hit on the head. There may be something hidden. Zhao Zhiqiang is a veteran in that regard, and he may have done something shady."

"... "

When Zhao Zhiqiang was helped up, he stared at Zhou Luchen's back, "Don't go, do you have the quality, how can you kick someone for no reason in this kind of situation."

Zhou Luchen never looked back.
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Shen Jing didn't have Zhou Luchen's number, no one mentioned it even though they had been together for so long.

Until Zhou Luchen found her, she was sitting in front of the steps of the flower garden with her face buried in her knees.

The driver's car was parked in front of her, and the phone kept calling.

Shen Jing inhaled, "He didn't answer, did he?"

The driver held the phone and apologized, "Second Young Master turned off the phone, just wait a moment, everything will be dealt with."

Aggrieved, she remained silent.

Only, this time.

Zhou Luchen stood in front of her.

The black cheongsam on Shen Jing's body was stained with some red wine stains, and the embroidered pattern of roses printed on her chest was very dark.

The color is deep out of her plump outline.

She cried and convulsed, trembling even more violently, trembling with the red rose embroidered on the button of the cheongsam with the slanted breast.

Mi Yan, broken, the harder she cried, the more turbulent the arc became.

After crying enough, she reached out for a tissue, only to find Zhou Luchen when she looked up in a daze.

one second.

two seconds.

She slowly lowered her head to wipe away the tears at the end of her eyes, "Where have you been?"

Zhou Lushen said lightly, "Let's talk about things."

"Can you squat down." She looked at him, "Hold me."

Zhou Lushen opened his arms, Shen Jing looked away, the grievances he suffered tonight came to his heart little by little, and he insisted on squatting down to hug him himself.

He doesn't squat.

Zhou Lu turned around indifferently, "Don't be ignorant."

That ambiguous man only flirts with her when he is lonely and empty. He has never recognized her in relationship, and he keeps her by his side, and he will never let her go too far.

Arrogant and indifferent like Zhou Lu Shen, his flirtatiousness comes when he says it.

Occasionally, he might say a few words to coax her emotionally, but it was just to meet his needs, and he would indulge her in wanting this or that, but he didn't feel sorry for her, but it was a matter of his mood for him.

It's too easy to fix with money.

How can someone act so realistically towards a woman, and make her confused, but he himself is sober and never gets caught up in it.

——Shen Jing, are you playing with me, you will cry in the future
Shen Jing got up by herself, and she stopped hugging if she didn't, and she wouldn't let him hug her in the future.

"Where have you been, Zhou Luchen?"

"Why aren't you here? He touched me. Obviously you asked me to come, but you're not here. I searched for you repeatedly in the crowd, but I couldn't find you. I was really scared."

"It's obvious that he was drunk, but his wife beat me up for the so-called face and framed me."

"How can I fight back? I don't know anyone who is worth tens of millions. I don't know anyone. They can't see the facts. I can't defend myself. They can distort the facts at will, slander me and send me to the bureau."

"He is bleeding, will he let me into the game, I hit him in self-defense, I don't want to get into the game, I don't want to."

"I'm not wrong."

Her voice is very soft.

Sentences of painful complaints, every word of grievance, trying to poke the apex of people's hearts.

Zhou Lushen turned his head indifferently, and when she was crying so sadly, he held her firmly across his chest.

Strong and fierce, the whole process took less than a second.

His voice was very deep, "I still want to follow me with this little ability."

Her tear glands welled up, and she pressed her face against his soft shirt material, sobbing hard, breaking into pieces.

"I am wronged."

(End of this chapter)