She is the world's thousands of styles

Old Tan's amber eyes shone with sparkle.

"Lin Dai'er, this is indeed a good name. Compared with Daiyu, it is a little less feminine and a little more masculine. The elder who named you must love you very much."

Lin Dai'er felt a sharp pain in her heart.

This was the name her grandfather gave her, for which she complained that although Lin Daiyu was beautiful and talented, she was too squeamish and would not live long.

She doesn't want to be like Lin Daiyu, who wants to live and die for a man.

At that time, grandpa touched her head and said lovingly: "When you grow up, you will naturally understand the true meaning of the name."

Now she finally understands Grandpa's good intentions.

The smirk on her face disappeared, and she said sincerely, "Thank you Mr. Tan, what's your name?"

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately caused a bigger sensation.

Lin Dai'er also realized that she was too abrupt. She had never seen Mr. Tan's report in the financial news, nor had he seen Mr. Tan in other chambers of commerce.

This shows that Mr. Tan is an invisible rich man, and these people usually only have one surname in the circle.

Their names are very mysterious, only known to those who are very close.

She lowered her head in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I..."

"Ms. tell me her name. If I keep it a secret, I would be too stingy, but this is a little secret between us!"

Tan Lao held her delicate little hand, and his slender fingers slid gently on her palm, but did not touch her skin too much.

Gentle and gentlemanly.

"Tan Zeming."

Lin Dai'er smiled happily, revealing the charming dimples at the corner of her mouth: "I will definitely remember it firmly, and I will keep it a secret."

At this time, Shen Mochuan who was beside him patted Lin Dai'er's thin shoulder, and said coldly: "It seems that Mr. Tan is quite satisfied with the gift I gave you!"

A seemingly fluffy sentence completely broke the harmonious atmosphere, and made Lin Dai'er feel like she was in the midst of the cold winter and the scorching heat.

Shen Mochuan was hinting to Tan Zeming that she was just a gift for him to play around with.

Tan Zeming did not show any contempt: "Just listening to Ms. Lin's voice, I feel like a spring breeze. It is indeed my honor that she can come, and I am very satisfied with it."

Lin Daier looked at Tan Zeming in surprise, he actually helped her out?
Shen Mochuan lowered his head, put his thin lips against her ears, and breathed out an ambiguous breath: "The old man really likes your type. If you make him happy, maybe he will give you more money or resources."

Lin Dai'er clasped her fingers tightly together, trying her best to resist the urge to slap Shen Mochuan with her hands.

She pulled the corners of her lips with difficulty, and responded obediently: "Okay!"

Shen Mochuan raised his hand and rubbed her hair affectionately, as if he was coaxing a cute little pet, but his words were cruel: "Be good, don't bother Mr. Tan too much later, take the initiative."

Then, he tilted his head to look at Tan Zeming calmly, and said meaningfully: "As long as Mr. Tan likes it, I'll make a call."

Shen Mochuan finally left, and the pressure he exerted on Lin Daier was relieved a lot.

But she could no longer face Tan Zeming indifferently as before, grabbing the hem of her skirt uneasily, almost digging out a hole.

Tan Zeming asked empathetically, "Do you think it's too noisy here?"

"Ah."

Lin Daier quickly replied.

Too many people around looked at her with strange eyes, with curiosity, jealousy, and anger...

Tan Zeming asked again: "Do you want to read a book? I also think it's too noisy, so I want to hide in the study."

Lin Dai'er naturally understood that something dangerous might happen if she left with Tan Zeming, but if she didn't follow, Shen Mochuan would not spare her.

So, she pretended to be docile and nodded: "Okay!"

Leave Shen Mochuan's territory first, and try to solve it if something happens.

No matter how dangerous Tan Zeming is, he is no more terrifying than Shen Mochuan, a psychopath.

She silently followed Tan Zeming to the backyard.

There is a moon door in the study, through which you can see the backyard full of bamboos and the lush mountains in the distance, it is simply a poetic landscape painting.

But Lin Dai'er didn't have the energy to appreciate the beautiful scenery, and it was too dangerous for the lonely man and the widow to live in the same room.

Tan Zeming seemed to see through Lin Daier's mind, he took out a book from the bookshelf and handed it over.

"Stay with me for two hours temporarily, or Mo Chuan will make things difficult for you. If possible, can you read poems to me?"

"Read poetry?"

Lin Daier looked at Tan Zeming puzzled.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, Tan Zeming said softly while making tea: "If you find it difficult, you can do nothing."

"I read!"

She hurriedly opened the book and began to read aloud: "The mountains and rivers are vast, the rivers are majestic, the style of the gentleman, the mountains are high and the waters are long..."

The gentle sound of reading and the gurgling sound of making tea are mixed together, and there is an indescribable poetic feeling.

The two people in the study were doing their own thing, Lin Daier was concentrating on reading, and Tan Zeming was sipping tea slowly.

Lin Dai'er was almost hoarse from reading, but Tan Zeming listened too carefully, and she couldn't stop.

Until the sky turned white with fish scales, Tan Zeming came back to his senses and said sorry: "I listened too intently, I didn't expect it to be all night."

Lin Dai'er was so hoarse that she could barely speak: "It's okay."

It sounded like a duck quacking, and she wanted to drink tea.But with the matter of Zhang Weidong prescribing medicine, she would rather die of thirst than drink tea.

"you can go now."

"it is good!"

Although she has a good impression of Tan Zeming, there are too many sanctimonious people in the circle, and it is never wrong to be vigilant.

She got up politely, exited the study, and walked quickly to the hall.

The banquet had already dispersed, and everyone else had left, but I saw Shen Mochuan at the bar.

He is like a statue of great artistic beauty, holding a wine glass in his left hand, resting his chin with his right hand, quietly looking at the scenery outside the window, with a gloomy expression and far-sighted eyes.

Lin Daier froze for a moment.

In an instant, she walked over reluctantly, and asked with a flattering smile, "Mr. Shen, can I go?"

Shen Mochuan tilted his head, his dark eyes were like sharp knives, and he locked Lin Dai'er tightly: "You are very capable, and you can make my uncle keep you for one night."

what?
Tan Zeming is Shen Mochuan's uncle?

Shen Mochuan actually sent a woman to his uncle, or a woman he had slept with, is this a perverted thing?
But Shen Mochuan is not a normal person, and he cannot be thought of with a normal person's thinking.

Lin Daier pointed to her throat and wanted to explain. She read the Book of Songs to Tan Zeming all night, but nothing happened between them.

But when the words came to her lips, she didn't want to explain, with a bit of provocation: "Old Tan is indeed very gentle, and the sword is not old."

Shen Mochuan brushed the rim of the wine glass with his fingertips, and said slowly: "Are you accusing me?"

"Don't dare!"

"Then who do you like more? Me, or my uncle?"

These words were like an invisible slap on Lin Dai'er's face. Shen Mochuan gave her to his uncle just to humiliate her.

How can a woman with such corrupt morals be able to deal with her nephew and uncle at the same time?

After all, she is not the kind of docile and well-behaved woman, she raised her head to meet Shen Mochuan's Mo Tong: "Yes, I like your uncle better, at least he won't bully me like a beast."

Shen Mochuan's handsome face was covered with dark clouds, and there was a bloodthirsty ferocity in his eyes: "What did you say?"

After Lin Dai'er finished speaking, she began to regret it.

Why did she use her quick tongue to provoke Shen Mochuan?

But it was too humiliating, she didn't want to admit her mistake, and stuck her neck in disbelief.

Shen Mochuan stood up from the bar chair in a huff, and his slender and solemn body came over him like a mountain top.

As he approached, the temperature of the air began to rise continuously. It was so hot that Lin Dai'er was sweating profusely, and her throat was dry and filled with the smell of blood.

She didn't want to admit defeat, so she could only shrink her head and act like a bastard: "Mr. Shen, don't be angry, okay? I..."

The entire spacious hall was too quiet, and the sound of his leather shoes stepping on the ground was especially loud.

He walked over step by step, as if he had stepped out of the silence deep in the forest, covered in frost and loneliness, killing thousands.

Don't run, or Shen Mochuan will torture you even more.

A voice in Lin Dai'er's heart reminded her rationally, but Shen Mochuan was really scary.

Her fear completely overwhelmed her rationality, and she couldn't control anything anymore, and rushed forward with all her strength.

Hurry up, hurry up, don't be caught by Shen Mochuan.

She ran very fast, very fast, and ran out of the villa, almost running to the carved iron gate.

When she was about to run out of the gate, Shen Mochuan's cold voice came from her ear: "Grab her."

Two plainclothes bodyguards flashed at the door, and they held her arms, making her unable to move.

Shen Mochuan walked up to her covered in wind and rain, grabbed her by the neck with one hand, and violently threw her into the car.

Lin Daier immediately jumped up, reaching out to open the car door and escape.

Shen Mochuan grabbed her by the hair, pulled her back, and fell back into the back seat: "Say what you just said again."

Her scalp was numb from the pain, and she pushed Shen Mochuan resistingly: "You gave me to Mr. Tan, is it wrong for me to serve him wholeheartedly?"

"I want you to repeat what you just said."

Shen Mochuan grabbed her chin with steely fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze.

It hurts so much!
Lin Dai'er's chin seemed to be clamped by iron clamps. She resisted the pain and raised her eyes to look into his violent eyes: "Shen Mochuan, I was wrong. Can I admit my mistake to you?"

Shen Mochuan grabbed her head and pressed it against the partition board, and approached her from behind: "It seems that you despise me, so shall I satisfy you?"

"No, I didn't mean that. You are much younger than Old Tan, so he is naturally inferior to you."

Lin Dai'er recalled the previous two scenes of him torturing herself, and her legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

She was terribly afraid of Shen Mochuan, and even more afraid of Shen Mochuan who was in a wolf state, that would really kill her.

Shen Mochuan pressed her plump red lips again, exuding outrageous anger all over his body: "It seems that you really compare."

Beads of sweat flowed down her forehead, and she argued anxiously: "Mr. Shen, in fact, Mr. Tan and I have nothing to do..."