Chapter 1: Your Sincerity (1)
In the evening, the torrential rain suddenly came, and the coolness slapped on the car window, occasionally mixed with a few earth-shattering thunders.
Shen Jianing pushed the car door, and the black shirt on her body was wet with the rain in an instant, and a maid rushed over through the heavy rain curtain to cover her head with an umbrella, but she pushed it away with her backhand.
"Coming back?"
A cold and magnetic voice sounded in the direction of the second floor, it was a feast.
The man wearing only a bathrobe looked condescendingly at the woman downstairs.
After marrying into the Shi family for three years, Shen Jianing rarely came back, and before she got married, she was the most unfavored one in the family.
Maybe it was because she was born and her biological mother suffered a little sin, and she was thrown in the countryside by her parents as soon as she was born.
Her black hair was already wet from the heavy rain, obediently sticking to her cheeks, her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, the tails of her eyes were a little aggressive, and her cherry red lips moved slightly, "Shi Yan, did you do something to my parents' company?" ”
"Heh, I also said that it was raining red today on the horizon, and you just remembered to go home, it turned out to be for them."
The man's eyes were lowered, his fingers were on the edge of the handrail of the stairs, the light raincoat could not cover his muscular body, and the handsome and sharp man had an unapproachable temperament.
The corners of his mouth were hooked with a cold arc, sarcastically at Shen Jianing.
"What do you have to do to spare our family?"
Not caring about Shi Yan's tone, Shen Jianing spoke indifferently.
The reason why she can stand here is all because she has never borrowed half of the power of her family. But when her parents begged her for business, she had to come back to Shi Yan.
There are too many women in the family who are helpless.
Looking at her indifferent appearance, Shi Yan's face suddenly sank, and his face was gloomy as if he could drip water.
"You're going to stand downstairs and talk like that? Come up. With a cold voice, Shi Yan turned around and walked into the bedroom.
The useful person still understood the eyes, and put the slippers in front of Shen Jianing, who bent down to change his shoes and walked up to the second floor with a chill.
In the bedroom, only the bedside has a night light with a faint dim light.
There is a large bed in the bedroom, and directly above it hangs a wedding photo of her and Shi Yan.
Looking at himself with a hypocritical smile on his face in the photo, Shen Jianing slowly looked away.
"Now can we have a good chat? I don't understand why you're moving my subsidiary, but I hope that you can always raise your hand and mention whatever conditions you have. ”
A title that instantly shortened the distance between the two made Shi Yan cold.
"Heh, a good sentence, I want to talk about the conditions? Shen Jianing, negotiation is about sincerity, and I can't see your sincerity. ”
Sincerity? Shen Jianing frowned.
Before she could ask, she saw Shi Yan get up, and a tall figure stood in front of her, as if her whole person was enveloped in shadows.
With one hand on her lower back, ambiguously touching the waist sockets on both sides, Shi Yan's voice was low and hoarse.
"Isn't it uncomfortable to be wet in the rain and still wearing wet clothes? Go take a shower, I'll wait for you to come out. ”
It turns out that the sincerity he said is this.
Shen Jianing lowered his eyes, hid the color in his eyes, said hello, and turned around and walked towards the bathroom. As she walked, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt with one hand, and threw all her wet clothes on the floor at the bathroom door.
There was no dream all night, tossing and turning for half the night, until the sky was faintly shining outside the window, and Shen Jianing fell asleep with a tired body.
After she closed her eyes, she was brought into her arms by a pair of big bony hands, strong arms around his waist, in an absolutely confined posture, the thin black quilt only covered her chest, and the dense kiss marks on her shoulders made people feel frightened when they looked at it.