The man's mellow and deep voice fell on his ears, Shen Qiao was stunned, raised his thick eyelashes, and was puzzled: "Is there anything else?"

Her pretty face was slightly pale, and her eyes flashed, and she clearly had palpitations.

Wen Xinghe is only fifteen or sixteen years old, which is the age of rebellious teenagers.

Shen Qiao felt that she shouldn't be bothered with a child, but she was inexplicably humiliated like this. It's impossible for anyone to act as if nothing happened.

She's no exception.

It's just that Wen Xinghe is Wen Lu's own son after all, and people's hearts are biased, although Shen Qiao is angry, but as far as Wen Lu is concerned, he is just a woman he may be interested in.

She can't be bored with herself, and then offend Wenlu.

Shen Qiao grew up in Li's family since she was a child, and she is used to all kinds of intrigue and intrigues.

Although they got along during this time, Wen Lu cared about her gently, except for a few light picks in the hotel that time, there was no excesses, and they were bullying.

Shen Qiaozi would not be really stupid to think that Wen Lu was as he showed.

Otherwise, how could he become the head of the Wen family at a young age? The Wen family, a hundred-year-old family, is only afraid that the intrigue will be worse than the Li family.

What's more, he is only 33, but he already has a son as big as Wen Xinghe!

The man seemed to have insight into her thoughts, and his phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously.

Shen Qiao swallowed her saliva in a small gulp: "Wen Lu ......"

As soon as Wen Lu grabbed her wrist, Shen Qiao was startled and was pulled to the desk by the man.

She was about to warn him with a white face, when the man took out a band-aid from the drawer and put it on her wrist with an expressionless face.

"Huh?"

"You ......" Shen Qiao tensed up, and the man leaned over and pressed her against the desk: "What do you think I want to do?"

“......”

The man's deep gaze seemed to easily see through her and see through the bones of her soul.

"It's my villain's heart that lives in the belly of a gentleman. ”

Shen Qiao was embarrassed and confessed to his thoughts: "Mr. Wen, I have already written the review book, I will not make such low-level mistakes in the future, I'm sorry." If you have nothing else to do, I'm going down. ”

It's been almost an hour since she's been up.

If it doesn't go on for a long time, it will inevitably not be criticized.

Lin Hua's gaze from time to time in the past few days, Shen Qiao knew that he was not dead in doubting her relationship with Wen Lu.

It's just that he doesn't have any evidence to be sure.

Wen Lu looked down at the girl whose body was curled up slightly, and her mellow voice was low: "Shen Qiao, are you afraid of me?"

"Nope. Shen Qiao denied it, pulled the corners of her lips and sneered, and put on a high hat for the man: "Mr. Wen is kind and kind-hearted, and he is a righteous gentleman, how can I be afraid of Mr. Wen? ”

Not long after she came out of society, a woman in her early twenties was like a blank sheet of paper in the eyes of men, and there were no secrets to speak of. Her thoughts, men naturally will not be able to guess.

"I don't care about everything. The man's bottomless dark eyes were faintly rippling, and he raised his thin lips: "You owe me food, and you plan to repay the debt?"

Owe him food?

"Huh?" the man's muffled words sounded, and Shen Qiao was enlightened.

Embarrassed.

"Mr. Wen ......"

"I had a meeting for the day, and when I was hungry, he invited me to dinner. ”

The man's slender fingers played with Shen Qiao's delicate and fair chin, and his handsome thin lips were slightly curved: "Someone once swore that he would not evade orders, Miss Shen should be a trustworthy person, huh?"

Speaking of this, Shen Qiao really owes him a favor and a meal.

Especially since this person is still his own big boss.

Now he asks her for it back.

Although Shen Qiao wanted to avoid Wen Lu, she still didn't want to go and nodded.

I wanted to bargain and ask for it after work.

The man had already reacted first: "Let's go." ”

Looking at the man's majestic back, Shen Qiao bit the soft flesh on the inside of her lips and followed hard.

On the road, sitting in the man's Bentley, Shen Qiao's mood was complicated to the extreme.

His eyes fell on the man who was concentrating on driving several times, and Shen Qiao couldn't speak several times.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at a private restaurant.

At first glance, it is an elegant courtyard, and it is a private room with a hole in the sky by bypassing the front hall garden.

Pavilions, attics, small bridges and flowing water.

It is summer, the flowers are vibrant, and the green willows are dependent on each other.

At first glance, it is very high-end and elegant.

Shen Qiao followed behind the man and was led into the elegant room.

The waitress of the blue and white cheongsam brewed a cup and brought it to Mao Feng.

Shen Qiao looked around, puffed out his cheeks and said, "Is Mr. Wen planning to kill me, a little employee?

The restrained and elegant man lit a cigarette and put it at the corner of his lips, and narrowed his eyes when he heard the words: "There are no eight thousand, how can you be worthy of the last president?"

Shen Qiao was slightly stunned, realizing that Wen Lu didn't like her to call him Mr. Wen.

But the relationship between the two seems to be more suitable than this, right?

The man put the cigarette in the elegant ashtray on the side, took a sip of tea: "Don't call you uncle?"

The man's expression was grim, his tie was slightly torn apart, his thin lips seemed to be curled, and he was full of abstinence. is lifting his eyelids, staring at her pretty face with interest, watching her expression change slightly.

The too hot and deep gaze made Shen Qiao have nowhere to hide.

"You're the boss, I'm the employee. Earlier, I didn't do anything when I was young, and I didn't have a doorknob on my mouth. Mr. Wen has a lot of adults, and please don't meet me like a little girl who has no knowledge. ”

Wen Lu gently rubbed the slightly hot blue and white porcelain cup with his fingertips, playing with the taste: "The little girl who doesn't know is not as tall as you." ”

Shen Qiao was stared at so that her scalp was numb and her mouth was dry.

She licked her lower lip and poured a sip of tea, but her little face was still a little hot: "Then what do you want?"

Wen Lu's eyes were as deep as the sea, and his thin lips were slightly lifted: "Shen Qiao, uncle has taken a fancy to you." ”