"Sister Ah Nian, will he like me?"

Shen Qingtang had never seen Ah Nian, but she thought that such a gentle person and such a delicate name, Ah Nian should be an intellectual beauty.

It took a long time before there responded: "You also want to dream of such a thing?" ”

She obviously knows Shen Qingtang very well.

Shen Qingtang will not be obsessed with the love between men and women, her heart is all cold.

Shen Qingtang pursed his lips, saw the water in the pot boiling, and hurriedly put away his mobile phone and pushed the cut dough sheet into the boiling water.

After a short while, she scoops up the noodles and puts them in a bowl, and evenly stacks the bamboo shoots, meat slices, and pickled cabbage, which is her homework day after day.

The wind and snow, poetry and painting seem to be so far away from her.

"I'm looking forward to it, too," she murmured as she walked out with steady steps, "a successful career, a warm family." ”

These are all things that she has never had, and no matter how ordinary her wishes are, it seems so difficult to reach her.

"Be careful."

Grandma Su stepped forward in three steps and two steps, took a bowl full of Pian Erchuan, and did not forget to complain in her mouth: "The bowl is small, and it's not good to burn your hands!" Why didn't you call me to help you? ”

The hand is burned and affects the sensitivity, so there is no way to embroider as before, and the most precious thing about Grandma Su is Shen Qingtang's hands.

Shen Qingtang didn't say anything.

Halfway through the noodle meal, Grandma Su suddenly raised her head and asked, "By the way, what were you talking about just now?" ”

Shen Qingtang paused, his face slightly red.

The topic of these children, of course, is inconvenient for Grandma Su, who is the same age, to bring it up.

"I contacted the investor and he said he would meet with me tomorrow morning at the latest," she said quickly. ”

Grandma Su said "oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

This old man, who has never been out of a small town for most of his life, takes it for granted that Su embroidery should be a work of art that can touch everyone's hearts, and should not suffer half a point of injustice and cold treatment.

But Mo Lan's movements were even faster than Shen Qingtang expected.

Before the jasmine petals on the embroidered surface had taken shape, she couldn't wait to make several phone calls.

Shen Qingtang told Grandma Su, and went out with the unfinished double-sided embroidery, intending to continue embroidering in the car.

This is a gift she prepared for Ah Nian, and she plans to send it to her along with the peony embroidery as a trivial thank you gift.

Ah Nian said that she likes jasmine the most.

The roads in the city are still as tortuous as ever, but this time the time is no longer so difficult to pass.

When Shen Qingtang sat in the café and looked at the thick stack of investment contracts on the table, his sore eyes suddenly cleared up a lot.

Moran quietly took a sip of coffee and said lightly: "I signed this contract for five years, and the annual maintenance fee plus labor costs totaled one million, which is enough for your grandmother to live." ”

"Thank you," Shen Qingtang put away the contract and said quite sincerely, "Buy out my life and Shen Mingyue's happiness with five million, you won't lose money on this deal." ”

Mo Lan's face softened a little, five million was not enough for Shen Mingyue's expenses for two months, of course she was willing to do it.

She had a cold face, deliberately raised her posture and said, "Okay, don't do drama there, I'm really disgusted when I watch it." It's exactly the same as your short-lived mother, pretending to be pure and immaculate......"

Shen Qingtang stood up suddenly, his eyes were bitterly cold, and his cheeks were as delicate as jasmine petals, which would be even paler.

The white suspender dress deliberately changed outlining the slender curve of the waist, and the cold soul flag that seduced the soul on the side was alive.

Moran breathed a little, the words that originally came out of his throat were blocked in and out, he choked and coughed, and hurriedly pulled out a few pieces of toilet paper to cover his tearful face.

"Stop!"

When she saw Shen Qingtang turn around and want to leave, she stopped her with some fear: "Mr. Jiang promised to see you." ”

Shen Qingtang stopped: "Where is he?" ”

Although Mo Lan's dislike for Shen Qingtang was so much that it was about to overflow, out of fear of Jiang Qingyan's madman, she still had to condescend and drive Shen Qingtang over.

Maybe Mingyue's escape from marriage can be regarded as a good thing.

Moran thought wildly, such a man who is generally neurotic and uncertain, after getting married, he may not know how perverted he is, and the domestic violence may still be light.

Such a "good" man, let Shen Qingtang suffer it!

Out of this consideration, after sending Shen Qingtang to a high-end Western restaurant, she showed her lifelong patience and told her earnestly: "You have to behave well, don't make trouble for the Shen family, otherwise you won't have good fruit to eat." ”

Shen Qingtang picked up the bag, held the door handle, and asked casually: "As long as it is mutually beneficial, I will not do anything out of line." However, what kind of woman does Mr. Jiang like? ”

Considering the future of the Shen and Mo families, Moran had to cautiously make the most truthful answer.

She searched her stomach to recall the bits and pieces of Shen Mingyue and Jiang Qingyan's relationship, and finally came to the conclusion: "He should like well-behaved women, right?" ”

Shen Qingtang's face stiffened, and he subconsciously asked, "Are you sure?" ”

"Sure," Moran said with great certainty, "Mingyue is a little willful by me, and I don't give the moon the stars." But every time she stays by Mr. Jiang's side, she is very well-behaved, which is really strange. ”

Do you want to continue to pretend to be well-behaved?

Shen Qingtang closed the car door numbly, and hesitantly looked at the brightly lit high-end Western restaurant not far away.

was docile in front of Grandma Su because she was not in good health, and Shen Qingtang didn't dare to quarrel with her.

But Jiang Qingyan is different, without the coat wrapped in blood relations, she is not sure if she can resist and not be insatiable to ask him for more love in the future.

"Hello, is this Miss Shen?"

The swallowtail attendant wearing a black bow tie stepped forward from a distance and respectfully bowed his head and asked.

After getting Shen Qingtang's affirmation, the smile on his face became more standard: "Mr. Jiang has arrived, please come in with me." ”

The interior is more magnificent and more Western-style than the exterior decoration.

The red carpet in the corridor was as soft as a cloud, Shen Qingtang even had the illusion of standing unsteadily when he walked on it, the hollow and carved flower baskets were decorated with delicate spray-dyed ice blue bellflower flowers, and the walls were hung with delicate and stunning oil paintings.

It is worthy of being the most expensive western restaurant in Jiangning City, and those four or five hours of sleepy driving are not in vain.

Shen Qingtang turned around and looked at the welcome lady who was standing upright at the door, and asked, "Do you work so late every day?" ”

The waiter bent down and replied with a light smile: "Usually it's only until eleven o'clock, but today is a special case, and Mr. Jiang is here." ”

Shen Qingtang's heart suddenly gave birth to timidity, such a luxurious and wealthy life was not enough to dazzle her.

In the past, when she was studying in college, there were often rich second generations who spent a lot of money to pursue her.

Helicopter confessions, airlifted roses, and billboards throughout the city to play love letters on a loop, all of these idol dramas have been exhausted.

But Shen Qingtang just glanced at it lightly, and walked over without looking back.

What worried her was Jiang Qingyan.

Such a very different circumstance seems to be destined that this marriage can only be regarded as a transaction.

"Miss Shen, please come in."

The waiter opened the door and waited.

The man in the room looked indifferent, looking down at the menu, the cuffs of his white shirt rolled up, very tempting but unattainable.

Shen Qingtang stood by the door nervously and called him: "Mr. Jiang, I'm here." ”