Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

At the end of the banquet, on the way back, Shen Yaoting asked about her situation at the banquet. She leaned tiredly on the back of the chair, and the answers were ambiguous.

Shen Yaoting's eyebrows cooled down, frowning: "If you perfunctory in this way, then I will arrange it for you. The last one was very good."

Shen Youran's eyes opened abruptly, and he looked at him sideways, his eyes full of incredible shock, his face gradually pale.

Mr. Zhou, who is in the mouth of Shen Yaoting, is thirty-five years old this year. He is a divorced person and has a seven-year-old daughter.

Seeing the rejection in her eyes, Shen Yaoting said indifferently: "Zong Zhou said that if you marry him, he will give you 5% of Zhou's shares, which is his sincerity."

Obviously it was midsummer, and Shen Youran felt that the whole person seemed to have fallen into the ice cellar, chilling coldly.

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After leaving get off work the next day, Shen Youran returned home on time as usual, and she was suspicious when she saw a strange car parked outside the courtyard. Is there a guest at home today?

When she stepped into the living room, she felt a little unusual. Both Shen Yaoting and Tang Huiru were there. The single sofa in the living room was sitting on a strange man, and this man was Mr. Zhou.

Her face was suddenly white, and the hand on her side was clenched consciously. She didn't expect Shen Yaoting to move so fast.

"Come on, come here." Because of a lot of recent things, Shen Yaoting has always been cold to her. There is always today. His attitude is fairly gentle.

Shen Youran changed his shoes and walked over, greeted with a gentle smile: "Mr. Zhou."

Mr. Zhou's appearance is very ordinary, and it is the kind that can't be found in the crowd. Fortunately, it is not the kind of big-bellied poop, otherwise I can't bear the heart at first glance.

President Zhou smiled lightly, with shallow lines in the corners of his eyes: "Miss Shen, let's meet again."

Shen Youran was silent. After a while, she said: "Dad, Mom, I'll go upstairs first."

Shen Yaoting glanced at her lightly: "You sit down and President Zhou came here specifically for your business today."

Shen Youran sat down next to Tang Huiru. They didn't hear anything they said, and she couldn't help recalling Ji Jinchuan's words at work today.

At noon, she received a call from the president’s office and Ji Jinchuan asked for a cup of coffee. She brought the brewed coffee into the president’s office and placed the coffee on the table: "Ji, your coffee."

Ji Jinchuan raised his head from the front of the computer, his eyes were cool and pale: "How did you think about what I said yesterday?"

She froze for a moment before she realized what he was talking about, and there was a quiet smile on her face: "Jizong, did we say anything yesterday?"

Ji Jinchuan's eyes seemed to have no emotion, and his cool tone was arrogant and cold: "Very good."

The faint voice spit out the simple words in a low voice, which seemed to strike in her heart.

"Youran? Youran?" Tang Huiru summoned her several times in a row before she recovered.

Shen Yaoting lost her face when she saw her face, but because of Zhou's presence, he was not easy to attack. Shen Sheng asked: "Is it too tiring to work?"

Shen Youran's eyes were calm and warm, and he followed his words: "Yes."

Shen Yaoting said blankly: "Then go back to the room and rest."

Shen Youran nodded, turned around and walked up the stairs. She stepped up slowly to the second floor and returned to her room. The false smile could no longer be put on, and gradually solidified in the corner of her mouth.