Global love young lady

Yu Wanrong snorted, "I've long been unhappy with that stinky girl, she's just like her parents, so what do you want to do?"

Su Qingye's tone was firm, "I want Su Zhenni to leave Hera."

Not "want", but "want".

Yu Wanrong took out a pack of women's cigarettes, took one in her mouth, and then threw a lighter to Su Qingye, "This is difficult, Su Shouyi is pressing on it."

Su Qingye covered the wind with one hand, and lit Yu Wanrong's cigarette with a lighter with the other hand.

"So, I need your help."

Yu Wanrong exhaled a milky white smoke ring, "How can I help?"

"Now Su Shouyi owns 30.00% of the five shares, Su Shoumin has 20.00%, you and I hold 30.00%, and Su Mingxi still has 15.00%. In fact, no matter whether we win Su Mingxi or Su Shoumin, we have a chance of winning of."

"Both Su Shoumin and Su Mingxi may not cooperate with us. They are the last to see us."

Su Qingye smiled, "I have a way to get Su Shoumin on our side."

She said that she held the cards in her hand.

Yu Wanrong looked at her daughter in surprise, why did she feel that Su Qingye was a little different from before?

However, she prefers the aggressive daughter now to the peaceful daughter before.

"The headquarters will hold a shareholders' meeting in the middle of the year. At that time, I will completely withdraw Su Shouyi's forces from Hera."

Yu Wanrong nodded, expressing her understanding, "Don't worry, as long as it's a matter of fighting for property, Mom will definitely be the first to support you."

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Late at night, South Bridge Villa.

A black Bentley stopped in front of the gate, the door opened, and a pair of high-grade sheepskin-soled patent leather shoes landed on the ground, making a calm and powerful sound in the silent night.

Uncle Zhao stood respectfully at the door and bowed slightly to the person who came, "Master, you are back."

"Yeah." Jin Cheng responded in a low voice, and put the car keys in Uncle Zhao's hand, "Have someone send this car in for maintenance tomorrow."

"Okay, young master, which car are you going to drive tomorrow?" Uncle Zhao asked.

Jin Cheng thought for a while, then clicked his chin on the Porsche 911 that was washed only two days ago, "That's the one."

Uncle Zhao nodded in response, and followed Jin Cheng into the door.

Jin Cheng's brows and eyes were a little tired. While changing into comfortable slippers, he looked at the whole house, always feeling that something was missing.

He suddenly asked, "Has Su Qingye come back?"

"The young lady came back in the afternoon, went upstairs after dinner, and hasn't come out since then."

Jin Cheng pursed his lips, glanced at the second floor with deep eyes, and then asked casually, "Did she say anything?"

"No." Uncle Zhao replied quite simply, "Young Madam didn't say a few words at home."

Jin Cheng frowned slightly, "You didn't mention me?"

"Nope."

Jin Cheng's face turned dark suddenly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Did Su Qingye not mention him after she came back?Didn't you even ask "is he there"?

The night before yesterday in Jin's house, he was sleeping with him in his arms, but today he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone?
Young Master Jin, who had never been treated coldly, felt unbalanced.

Uncle Zhao carefully observed the changes in Jin Cheng's expression, and he found that since the young lady married in, the young master's temper became more and more unpredictable.

"It's very late, Uncle Zhao go to bed first." Jin Cheng waved to Uncle Zhao.

Jin Cheng walked straight upstairs.

The room at the end of the second floor was brightly lit, and the light overflowed from the open door.

Jin Cheng walked to the door of Su Qingye's room, and saw that she had arranged the dressing table into a desk, turned on a small desk lamp, and was immersed in drawing something.

Jin Cheng frowned, the little temper just now dissipated, replaced by worried reproaches.

"You don't want your eyes?"

Su Qingye was engrossed in drawing, when suddenly she was interrupted by a stern shout, she turned her head suddenly, and found that it was Jin Cheng.

"Mr. Jin, why are you back?"

Jin Cheng walked directly into the room and turned off the lamp, "This is my home, do I need to report to you when I come back?"

His tone of voice was still so annoying.

However, Su Qingye has gotten used to it.

"Why are you turning off my light? I haven't finished my manuscript yet." As she said that, Su Qingye wanted to turn on the light, but he caught her halfway.

Su Zhenni tore up her previous design draft, so she had to draw a new one.

Jin Cheng's generous palm wrapped her little hand, and the warm body temperature passed over her, filled with a domineering aura.

"If you continue to paint like this, you will be blind tomorrow, believe it or not." He threatened her pretending to be serious.

"..."

Su Qingye was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing, "Mr. Jin, I'm not a child anymore, it's useless to scare me like this."

The corners of Jin Cheng's mouth twitched, and with a light tug, he brought her into his arms, warning and worry in his tone, "I didn't scare you, this desk lamp is not good for your eyes, don't use it."

Su Qingye raised her small face, and when she raised her head, she could see his obvious Adam's apple, and when he spoke, his bones rolled, which was a bit sexy.

She unconsciously glanced a few more times.

"Did you hear that?"

"Ah? I heard..." Su Qingye came to her senses, "However, I will draw the design draft in a few days."

Jin Cheng let her go, then grabbed her wrist and walked out, "Follow me."

"Where are you taking me?"

"You're so noisy." He said these indifferent words without looking back.

"..." Su Qingye opened her mouth, silently breathing out the fragrance.

Jin Cheng took Su Qingye to the third floor, the room on the far left, "This is my study, and the lighting inside is more suitable for the eyes. You can draw here first."

Su Qingye looked around the entire study layout, the quaint nanmu bookshelves, all the books are arranged very neatly, it can be seen that the owner is obsessive-compulsive.

There was a soft sofa next to the bookshelf, which happened to be the length that a person could lie down on. No, it seemed that Jin Cheng's nearly 1.9-meter tall man couldn't lie down on it.

A desk was placed against the window sill. There were very few things on it, and there was almost no trace of clutter. It could be seen that the owner was a very perverted obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Ahem." Su Qingye urgently withdrew her dangerous reverie, "I will finish all the drawings as soon as possible, and free up the study room for you."

Jin Cheng stared at her, "It's up to you."

Su Qingye felt that this table was much more useful than her dressing table, and said excitedly, "Thank you, Mr. Jin. You can go to sleep first, and leave me alone."

After saying that, he ran down to get the drawing.

However, when she returned to the study again, she was dumbfounded.

"Jin, Mr. Jin??"

Jin Cheng had already changed into black and white striped home clothes. Shi Shiran was sitting on the sofa with a laptop on his left and a cup of hot coffee on his right.

He glanced at Su Qingye leisurely, "What's wrong?"

"Aren't you... don't sleep? What are you doing here?!"

"My precious time is not spent sleeping." Jin Cheng sipped his coffee respectfully, "Unless I sleep with you."