The young man walked up to her with a bag in one hand, circled around Shen Qiao, and sneered: "The woman who hears the law?"

Shen Qiaoxiu frowned lightly, ignored the young man's frivolity, and said politely: "You misunderstood, I am an employee of Shengtian, and there is always something wrong with looking for news." ”

"Less. Wen Xinghe sneered, and did not hide his contempt for Shen Qiao at all: "Can ordinary employees enter his office? I haven't seen you, when did he accept it? Tsk, is he in good shape? No wonder he can charm him!"

The young man's blatant words fell on his ears, Shen Qiao's brows furrowed fiercely, and his gaze gradually sharpened when he stared at Wen Xinghe: "You are the son of President Wen, the young master of the Wen family?"

The fact that Wenlu has a son has long been no secret in Jingcheng.

Shen Qiao naturally heard about it.

I heard that the young master of the Wen family acted arrogantly and domineeringly, beckoning cats and teasing dogs, and was well-known in the circle of the second and third generations.

But at this time, Wen Xinghe was still surprised by Shen Qiao, he didn't expect that this person was so young, his speech was so explicit and ugly, and he was uneducated.

There is no restraint and calmness at all.

Wen Xinghe snorted, his slender knuckles pinched Shen Qiao's chin fiercely, and he was arrogant: "How long have you been with him, how much money does he give you a month, how about I give you double?"

Shen Qiao broke his hand with a cold face, and said word by word: "Wen Xiao Master, speak politely, I am not the woman he raised." ”

"It's not the woman he raised, is it his girlfriend?" Wen Xinghe narrowed his cold eyes, and faintly felt that Shen Qiao was a little familiar, and soon, he remembered.

At the door of the bar that day, the woman who was rescued by the hero of Wenlu.

Those who can soak in the bar and be taken away casually are not necessarily a good home.

A bitch, dare to talk to him?

Wen Xinghe was disdainful: "His vision is not so bad, right?

"It's really worthy of the little young master. Shen Qiao's face was completely cold, and he said with a smile: "The hair has not grown, so he dares to speak so loudly." Raise me? You're a little hairyman, you're richer than your father, or is it because your hair hasn't grown?"

"You!" Wen Xinghe glared at Shen Qiao in disbelief, as if he didn't expect her to dare to talk to him like this.

Wen Xinghe has been rampant and domineering in Jingcheng for many years, except for him Lao Tzu Wenlu, who is not polite to him and flattering?

When have you ever been so humiliated and despised like this?!

"Very good! Ye will let you see for yourself whether the master hair grows Qi or not!" His eyes were fierce, he grabbed Shen Qiao's wrist and pulled it hard, Shen Qiao was caught off guard and fell into the sofa, and his wrist brushed the corner of the glass coffee table.

"Woman who hears the law, I really haven't tried it. It just so happened that I his woman in his office, see if he will come to save you!"

Shen Qiao's buttocks fell, and she gasped in pain, seeing that Xinghe was not scaring her, but trying to be serious with her, Shen Qiao's heart sank.

I really didn't expect that this person looked underage, and he was so bold.

Shen Qiao's fists were clenched tightly, facing the young man who was coming step by step, and was thinking about the consequences if she beat up the boss's son, the closed door of the office was suddenly opened-

"Wen Xinghe, what are you doing!"

A low and indifferent voice sounded, and Wen Xinghe trembled.

Looking sideways, the man in the doorway is tall and tall, the buttons of his blazer are open, revealing a white shirt, suit and leather shoes, and his momentum is meticulous.

The angular face has a deep contour, and it is looking down at Wen Xinghe deeply. The aura of a mature man, not angry and self-assured. At this time, there was a cold face, and the aura that emanated invisibly was as cold and terrifying as a thousand years of ice.

Shen Qiao opened her apricot eyes slightly and stood up from the sofa: "Wen Lu." ”

Wen Xinghe's heart was slightly cowardly, and for a moment, he raised his chin again, not to be outdone, and the gaze that fell on Shen Qiao was full ......of disdain: "Of course it's a good look, what kind of ability does a woman who can enter your eyes have!"

"Xingxing, shut up!" Noticing Wen Lu's increasingly deep face, Li Junshen scolded, strode forward to stop Wen Xinghe's words before he could speak, dragged him to his side, and said to Wen Lu: "Ah Lu, Xingxing is still young, don't be like him." I'll take him away!"

As he spoke, he dragged the reluctant Wen Xinghe out of the office.

The office door slammed shut, and the air was quiet again.

Wen Lu turned sideways and looked at Shen Qiao, who was stunned and pestle on the side, and lowered his cold voice: "Scared?"

Shen Qiao uncomfortably bit the soft flesh on the inside of her lip and shook her head.

Being stared at by the man's deep gaze, Shen Qiao's heart tightened slightly, and he handed him the review book that was clenched tightly in his hand: "Mr. Wen, I have written the review book." ”

As soon as the man took it, Shen Qiao took a deep breath and said, "You have nothing else to do, I'll go first." ”

"Did I let you go?"