Chapter 2: Who do you think I am more suitable with?

She knows the owner of this car, the Shen family's biggest creditor, Sheng Ye's uncle, Sheng Sijing.

It was only a moment before the driver's door opened, and a somewhat unnatural leg wrapped in black suit pants stepped on the wet floor.

It wasn't until the man stood in front of him that Shen Qianxin came back to his senses and blinked.

"Mr. Sheng. She obediently opened her mouth to call people.

No way, in the face of big creditors, it is always more satisfying to be obedient.

"Broke up with Sheng Ye?"

Sheng Sijing held a half-burned cigarette between his slender fingers, and the man's voice was magnetic and good, and he couldn't tell whether it was mockery or something else.

"yes, we broke up. ”

Shen tilted her head up, because Sheng Si Jing was very tall, the man's posture was as tall as a pine and cypress, nearly one meter nine tall, Shen Tilting was one hundred and sixty-eight tall, and she could only see the expression on his face clearly when she looked up.

Sheng Sijing's whole body was shrouded in the halo of the street lamp, the lines of his face were deep and handsome, and there was something hidden in his eyes that Shen Qian couldn't understand.

The man's thin lips hooked slightly, "It's good, you are not suitable for Sheng Ye." ”

With these words, Shen Tianxin naturally understood that Sheng Sijing was saying that she was not worthy of Sheng Ye.

Yes, as soon as the Shen family goes bankrupt, she is no longer the first lady on the top, and in the eyes of the world, a down-and-out daughter is naturally not worthy of the little son of the Sheng family.

However, what does this have to do with Sheng Sijing?

Shen Qianxin suddenly smiled.

Under the pale moonlight, the girl's face was delicate and soft, a pair of black and white apricot eyes were filled with wet mist, and when she spoke, her voice was cold, "Mr. Na Sheng, who do you think I am more suitable with?"

Sheng Sijing's good-looking phoenix eyes narrowed, the man lowered his head, and his gaze fell on the tip of the beauty on Shen Tianxin's head.

"Me. ”

“……”

Shen Tianxin was stunned for half a minute before he reacted, "Sheng Sijing, I see that you are sick!"

The emotional world of young girls has always been very simple.

Even when they were in a relationship with Sheng Ye, the two of them just kissed their foreheads.

The Shen family has a strict family education, and they can't have a relationship before they get married.

But what is going on now, is she being molested by her ex-boyfriend's uncle?

Sheng Sijing's elegant eyebrows were raised, and there was a sudden pain in the instep, and the girl stepped on him, and rushed into the vast night in front of her with a small black face and a canvas bag.

"Hiss--- so fierce?"

Sheng Sijing didn't pay attention, the cigarette that had been between his fingers burned out, and the cigarette butt burned his hand.

"Tsk, that's what you said, you want to marry a little girl who comes home to be a wife?"

The co-pilot of the Bentley was pushed away, and out of the car came a handsome young man, who looked two or three years younger than Sheng Sijing.

Wen Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, and his tone was a little gloating, "Your nephew's ex-girlfriend, can your old man agree?"

Sheng Sijing threw the extinguished cigarette butt into the trash can not far away, and snorted, "As long as I want, even if she is my nephew's ex-wife, I can still marry her." ”

“……”

Wen Qingcheng silently gave his thumbs up, you cow.

Sheng Sijing glanced at the lock on the big black iron door and frowned, "You let people lock it?"

Wen Qingcheng "hey, hey, hey" smiled obscenely, "I'm not thinking about cutting through the mess quickly, locking the villa, and letting you naturally take the little girl back to your house to borrow it, and by the way, have a long-term love or something, and cook raw rice as soon as possible." ”