Xiang Liangran looked at Wen Shengsheng with appreciation: "Collecting cultural relics is not an easy job, so you can stay in the store." ”

Wen Shengsheng didn't force it.

"Okay, I'll study it myself."

She can always find a chance to read the files in the studio, and it is not difficult to find clues about the Qiao family.

When it was dark that afternoon, Wen Shengsheng returned to the villa.

As soon as he entered, the servants in the villa stood in a row, and no one raised their heads.

Apparently afraid.

And Xiang Jinghe, I don't know when he came back, sat on the sofa at this time.

Under the bright lights, Xiang Jinghe's two long legs collapsed, and the well-cut suit showed his tall and strong figure extraordinarily.

A knife is generally sideways to the face, covered with a layer of haze, and the slightly purged corners of the mouth show the owner's current mood.

Wen Shengsheng had already approached the living room half a step.

It's not going forward now, it's not going backwards.

She gritted her teeth, stepped on a pair of flat shoes, and walked over.

"Mr. Xiang, I'm back so early today."

After speaking, Wen Shengsheng was about to leave.

Xiang Jinghe stretched out a hand and pulled Wen Shengsheng onto the sofa.

The low voice revealed impatience, and the noble and arrogant appearance made people feel chills all over.

"Only now?"

Wen Shengsheng nodded, not a little guilty: "I'm sorry, I went to the countryside today, and I was very busy." Now is the earliest time to come. ”

After speaking, Xiang Jinghe's expression didn't know why it was even more gloomy.

Like an eagle on a heavenly peak, it exudes the strength of the world.

Wen Shengsheng didn't know what he had done wrong, he just felt that this man was too difficult to figure out.

"Heh, what is this!"

Xiang Jinghe suddenly threw out a voucher for purchase, which was the only one that passed through her hand today.

With chicks.

Wen Shengsheng took out this voucher from Xiang Jinghe's hand and looked directly: "This is the only order I sold today, are you going to praise me?"

The crowd behind him took a deep breath.

Zhang Yue wanted to speak and stopped.

Wen Shengsheng looked sideways at her.

Then he said: "I originally wanted to keep it secret, but since you know, there is nothing to keep secret." Gu Shao spent 50 million to buy this painting and gave it to Grandma Xiang. ”

Wen Shengsheng said word by word.

But this is the case, and the aura around Xiang Jinghe is becoming more and more oppressive.

Everyone didn't dare to breathe, and they couldn't help but feel worried about the new Mrs. Xiang.

There was a brief silence in the hall.

As Xiang Jinghe sat down on the sofa, he smiled evilly: "It's just a painting, but it cost 50 million, do you think he has a heart, or does he have an intention?" ”

Wen Shengsheng smelled a hint of danger: "What does Mr. Xiang mean?" ”

Suddenly, her chin was clamped, and a pair of big hands continued to increase the force, controlling her body and stretching towards the man's crotch.

This is a highly suggestive and insulting gesture.

— still in front of all the servants.

"You're crazy!"

Wen Shengsheng tried all his strength and pulled back a little.

The man didn't intend to let her go.

"Mrs. Xiang, when you were still Mrs. Xiang, if I knew that I had done something out of the ordinary. You, the child in your belly, I won't keep any of them! ”

Xiang Jinghe's long legs locked Wen Shengsheng, and Wen Shengsheng had no strength to refute.

A strong sense of shame swept through the body, cold, helpless, and angry.

She didn't know that just selling a painting could also touch Xiang Jinghe's reverse scales.

"I didn't do anything! All the work in the studio is my duty! ”

Wen Shengsheng is still stubborn.

Xiang Jinghe knows better than anyone how she stays in the Xiang family.

However, Xiang Jing didn't listen to her explanation, and shook Wen Shengsheng to the ground with a smile.

"Since Mrs. Xiang doesn't love herself and is not ashamed, it's better to kneel here and recognize her mistakes."

"Aunt Zhang!"

Zhang Yue stood up, a little unbearable.

"If Mrs. Xiang kneels here for a second less, everyone will do it all over again instead of her."

"Wen Shengsheng," Xiang Jinghe smiled, stroking Wen Shengsheng's lips, "until you know your mistake." ”