"If you want to join the company, I will push you to sit on the position of Mingya's president. Shen Hou, I'm kind enough to you."
Even with questioning words and rude gestures, besides calm and coldness on the man's face, he still couldn't see any extra emotions.
The gentleness between the eyebrows and eyes seems to be carved into the bones, even if angry, it is a kind of "gentle explosion".
Not fierce, not rushing, not violent, but still infinitely powerful.
Shen Hou could feel the soreness from his chin, and he could experience the violence surging under the eyes of men at close range. There was no such thing as wishing to have enough fighting force at that moment like now—no words, no brains, just do it!
Unfortunately, she didn't, but that doesn't mean she won't resist.
She injured her right hand, and she still had her left hand and both legs.
Shen Qian took a step further, and she took a step back.
Until Shen Hou retreated to the bed, there was no more retreat.
"I am too indulgent to you, that's why you dare to be so confident?"
"Shen Qian, you can't help but look at yourself too much." Resisting the soreness from his cheeks, Shen Hu sneered, "Without you, Dad would also find a way to let me participate in the anniversary party; it was recognized by the circle because of Quan Hanting. The dance that asked me to dance. And what else have you done besides standing by and saying a few nice things?"
The man looked faintly: "Do you think my mother would easily let go without my "good words"?"
"..."
"Hou Hou, you always see the good of others..." But he just turned a blind eye to me.
Shen Hou didn’t see his hesitation and stopped: "Even if the anniversary wine will have your credit, but the president Mingya has nothing to do with you, because-this is my own talk with my grandfather. transaction."
"Deal?" The man clenched his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
"So you don't know..." She laughed, although it was not a bit beautiful to pull a smile like this when someone clamped her chin and couldn't move, she still laughed.
Laughing at his self-righteousness, and also at the fate of the next generation of the Shen family, was played by Shen Zongming between the applause. Even the heirs he cultivated with painstaking efforts were still kept in the dark. The grandparents could not be honest with each other. Wait.
The big palm that clamped her chin withdrew slightly, and a dark light flashed across Shen Wei's eyes, too fast to catch.
"Brother, do you want to know?"
Shen Qian's intuition wouldn't be a good thing, sure enough—
"Because that dance made my grandfather think that Liu Ye was different to me, so he let me be close to Quan Hanting, whether it is a wife or a lover, as long as I can stay with that person and seek more benefits for the Shen family. That's it."
The man's pupils shrank: "Did you agree?"
"Do I have the right to refuse? Fortunately, Grandpa gave me the position of President Mingya, which is not too bad."
"Do you want that position so? You don't even hesitate to change it with your body? Did you kneel and lick someone who gave you these things?!" The man threw her face away with disgust, as if he couldn't wait to throw away something dirty Something, with forbearance and suppressed anger in his eyes, burned his eyes red and bloodshot.
"..."
"You speak!" Just as he raised his hands and clasped Shen Hou's shoulders in a gesture, a thin figure slipped under his raised arms and opened the door in a thunderous manner and fled.
Shen Qian reacted and stepped up to catch up.
Just listen to the sound of two hurried footsteps sounding one after the other on the wooden spiral staircase, crackling...