Please Take Care of Mr. Quan

Chapter 231: Cigarette butts

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"Miss San?" Behind the partition screen between the kitchen and the dining room, a servant turned out, wearing an apron, who was the aunt who was in charge of cooking.

"What about the rest?"

"The husband and wife took the eldest and the second young lady to the charity dinner. The dinner will not be eaten at home..." When the servant said, Yu Guang carefully paid attention to Shen Hun's expression, both of whom were Miss Shen Jia. The first two went out glamorously. Communication, she was deliberately ignored, left alone, it is pitiful to think about it.

Shen Hou didn't see the sympathy in the servant's eyes, and even if he saw it, he would not take it seriously.

In the last life, the cold reception she had in this family was much more serious than this, and she became numb when she got used to it. Now it doesn't matter.

"Let's have dinner," she pulled out the chair and sat down, "I happen to be hungry too."

"Eh-"

Soon, the dishes are on the table, with two meats, two vegetarians and one soup, which is delicious in color and flavor.

The servant put out two sets of bowls and chopsticks, and Shen Wei stared at it.

"Miss San, wait a moment, I'll call the young master."

"My brother is at home?!"

"Yes, I've been there all this afternoon... Master! You are here..."

Shen Hou looked at the entrance of the dining room. The man was dressed in casual home clothes, a bit less sharp, and a little more easy-going. The newspaper in his hand folded together, indicating that he had just finished reading, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose had not had time to take off. The gold wire frame slightly reflected light, perhaps because of the angle, and Shen Hun couldn't see the true emotions of those eyes behind the lenses.

"brother."

The man nodded slightly and sat next to her, "Hungry?"

"A little bit."

"Let's have dinner."

"Young Master, Third Miss, please take your time." After speaking, the servant bowed and exited the dining room.

Shen Hun was very focused when eating, his eyes were either in the plate or in the bowl, chewing slowly, looking delicate and gentle.

Shen Qian's table etiquette has been cultivated since he was a child, and he hasn't had to pick it up. Even a simple act of picking up a dish is very expensive.

The two ate silently, speechless for a while.

"Try this..." Suddenly, Shen Qian clamped a piece of ribs into her bowl.

Shen Hun didn't look up, but only softly thanked him.

The two put the chopsticks almost at the same time, and Shen Wei got up and went to the living room. At this time, the sky was dark, the night had fallen, and the lights were still not turned on, and the room was dim.

She frowned subconsciously, went to the switch position, and clicked—

The sudden light made Shen Hun squint his eyes, a scent of smoke pierced into his nostrils, the closer to the sofa, the stronger the smell.

really-

In the ashtray under the coffee table, there are densely packed cigarette butts, about a dozen, or twenty.

There are not many people who smoke at home, except for Shen Chunjiang, only Shen Qian.

The scene of talking to the servant just now came to mind suddenly—

"My brother is at home?!"

"Yeah, I've been there all afternoon..."

So, he sat in the living room and smoked all afternoon

Shen Hou’s first reaction was that Tianshuidi had produced a situation, but after another thought, he felt that it was wrong...

Shen Qian took a lot of trouble to offend Lu Shen, and used this to show his favor to Jingping Yan's family. He wanted to come and be sure of the development of Huihai. It was time to be proud of the spring breeze, but he smoked a sullen cigarette alone

Could it be... the company has other problems

No, it won't.

Shen Hun quickly rejected this conjecture.

According to her understanding of Shen Qian, if it was a business blow, he would only become more frustrated and courageous, thinking calmly about how to solve the problem, instead of numbing himself with nicotine, which is a will-killing thing.

After only a moment of thought, Shen Hou turned upstairs.

It seems that someone has to check it...

Back in the room, she just took out her mobile phone, ready to call Miao Miao, knock knock—

There was a knock on the door.