Please Take Care of Mr. Quan

Chapter 983: Two women clash, Jian Jia????

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The woman wears a small suit and waistcoat with a close-fitting design and a perfect waistline. With black pencil pants, she looks handsome and sassy.

A long hair curled into a natural big wave, casually draped behind him, so that the paler the skin, the smaller the face, the heroic but feminine.

She just stood upright and arrogantly not far away.

The eyes were squinting, and the expression was full.

It has nothing to do with words such as "worried" and "worried".

Looking away, Shen Jianjia swept across the three big men she had sent. The woman stood half a step behind, one by one, her eyebrows and eyes drooping, and their heads downcast.

How can one look like a "bandit bully"? It's like that woman's little brother!

Shen Jianjia's brows twisted into a knot.

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With her eyes narrowed slightly, she naturally couldn't stay on the sidelines, so she paced forward.

"Shen Hou? Miss Shen?"

"Have we seen it?" Qing Ling's voice was like a melting ice creek in a snow-capped mountain, with a lonely lonely voice, so cold.

Shen Jianjia felt even worse, for the other party's words, but also for the other party's madness.

"Naturally, I have seen it. At the Yan family banquet, you may not remember me, but I remember you still fresh."

"Really? I'm very honored." Shen Hou put his hands in his pockets, curled his lips and smiled.

He actually bypassed the question of "Why is it still fresh in my memory?", so that Shen Jianjia was ready to say that it was unsustainable, so she could only swallow it back into her stomach.

Shen Jianjia thought for two seconds and decided to speak directly: "On the day of the banquet, Yan Zhifan should have invited me to dance the first dance."

"So what?" Shen Hou was puzzled.

She looked at the woman in front of her. In fact, she knew that the other party was Shen Jianjia. Before coming to Jingping, she had already checked the details of the Shen family's direct line.

Speaking of which, this "Miss Shen" is also a wonderful person...

Jingping Shen's family passed down to this generation, and it can be said to be a dead household-no son, only two daughters.

Two "uncommon" daughters.

The eldest lady is Shen Jianjia, and the second lady is Shen Cangcang.

The names of the two come from the "Book of Songs": Jian Jia Cang Cang, Bai Lu is Shuang.

The beautiful implication can be seen, but in fact, the two sisters did not grow into slim and elegant ladies like their respective names. On the contrary, one is more absurd than the other!

Miss Shen Jianjia has been naughty and mischievous since she was a child, and she was wild like a boy. When she grows up, she seems to be moving in this direction more and more out of control.

Riding cock-fighting, skydiving bungee jumping-she couldn't do it without her, only she couldn't think of it.

It is said that he had shaved his head two years ago, and his hair grew slightly longer and turned into a short hair. Since then, he has been swaggering around with short hair.

There are also rumors that she has a lot of male friends and a lot of female friends, drinking and gathering, hanging shoulders, and most of them are a "double."

And she hasn't even been married yet, and she hasn't even dated a serious boyfriend, which has become an ironclad proof.

The wind in the circle is getting more and more meaningless, and the words are spreading more and more unreasonable.

As for the second Miss Shen, Shen Cangcang, tut, that is another "myth and legend". I will hold it back here for the time being and I won't repeat it.

Shen Jianjia looked at her calm and composed appearance and almost broke a white tooth: "So? Don't you know? You need to ask me?"

Shen Hui shook his head: "I don't know. Need."

Shen Jianjia: "!" This woman must be deliberate.

"Okay-since you have asked, then I might as well be more straightforward. You took my seat and danced the opening dance with Yan Zhifan. The so-called dove occupying the magpie's nest is nothing more than that, right? What do you think? "