My Professor Shen

The sky broke suddenly, the birds were singing, and the morning breeze was curling up.Spots of light dance lightly on the floor, everything is just right.The overhead light reflected the sunlight, and the colored halos were unpredictable in her eyes.

Shen Qingchuan's consciousness gradually came back, she half-closed her eyes, stared at the ceiling in a daze, unable to tell where she was for a moment.

She stretched out her hand to explore the side of the empty body, a faint residual warmth remained, Jiang Ling should have woken up not long before her.

Although the total sleep time last night was worth more than her two days' worth, she still felt mentally exhausted.

When she first woke up, her sense of dependence reached its peak, but she had no one to accompany her. The corners of Shen Qingchuan's mouth curled up to her ears, and she picked up her phone sullenly.

【I woke up. 】

Throwing the phone away, his eyes began to slacken again.

"Hiss~" She exclaimed in a low voice, trying to prop up her upper body, but was persuaded by her sore forearm.

The quilt and pillow were stained with an indescribably luxurious atmosphere, and the clothes on the edge of the bed were crumpled and couldn't be seen.There were traces of struggle left on the wrist, a few eye-catching red marks raised, and the delicate skin was worn out. She really didn't expect the soft silk belt to be so powerful.

A trace of embarrassment climbed up the corners of her eyes, she yawned and forced out a few drops of crystal.

When he was bored in every way, he simply collapsed on the bed again, and the quilt was pulled suddenly to cover the top of his head, blocking the light and began to fall asleep.

Shen Qingchuan didn't understand how it came to be like this when it was clearly a confession.

She buried her face in Jiang Ling's shirt, took a deep breath, and was instantly surrounded by the cold fragrance, Shen Qingchuan's mind gradually became confused.

On the stove in the kitchen, a light blue flame was burning vigorously, and the porridge casserole was gurgling and steaming.

Completely different from Shen Qingchuan who was exhausted, Jiang Ling who was guarding in front of the stove had a contented expression and a smile on the corner of his mouth.

She has always been light on appetite, but now it is different from the past, instant rice cooker and slow cooker can not be compared, no matter in terms of taste or appearance, the fine fire red date porridge is slightly better.

"Buzzing~" The phone that was close to her thigh began to vibrate.

Jiang Ling took out her mobile phone to look, and chewed these three words countless times. It was rare for Shen Qingchuan to take the initiative to send a message. Her eyes gradually warmed up, and her joy was beyond words. She inexplicably read a little bit of arrogance from the period at the end.

This must be because she missed her, Jiang Ling pursed her lips, and there was a tiny light in her eyes.

Pulling on the soft-soled slippers, she knocked lightly on the door with a bowl of freshly baked jujube porridge, and deliberately lowered her voice, "Sister, are you awake?"

After waiting for a long time for a response, Jiang Ling unlocked the door and saw the tightly covered quilt, a flash of understanding flashed in her eyes.

She tiptoed closer, and a small hill rose in the center of the bed, and she couldn't distinguish the beginning from the end.Jiang Ling caught a glimpse of Shen Qingchuan's upturned nose through the gap in the quilt above her head, and then tucked the quilt for her intimately, revealing the edge of the black shirt.

Jiang Ling's eyes softened, and she pressed a light kiss on her forehead, and Shen Qingchuan frowned uncomfortably in his sleep.

The phone rang at an untimely time, and the caller ID - Wen Yu, Jiang Ling quickly pressed the button to refuse to listen.

Shen Qingchuan opened his eyes in a daze, turned over and gave Jiang Ling the back of his head.

Jiang Ling pursed her lips and smiled, [Is there something wrong? 】

Scrooge Wen: [I'm hooked. 】

Jiang Ling's eyes flickered, her fingertips paused slightly, [Got it. 】

The short nap allowed Shen Qingchuan to recover quickly. She now had a clear mind, pricked up her ears to listen carefully to the rustling behind her, and unconsciously exerted force on her hands grabbing the quilt.

After Jiang Ling replied to the message, she looked up at her sister who was still "sleeping" for a while, then suddenly lifted her lips into a smile, leaned over to pick up some dirty clothes, and reluctantly left the room.

With a creak, the door closed gently, leaving the room silent.

Shen Qingchuan obediently waited for a few minutes, but the warm hug did not come as she expected.She bit her lip, and began to count down silently in her heart. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes again, still only hearing the beating of her own heart.

She restrained the grievance surging in her heart for a while, and then propped up her limp body with both hands, wandering around the room with resolute eyes.

The breakfast at the head of the bed was steaming hot, and the familiar red date porridge reappeared in front of her eyes. She inexplicably remembered the unpleasantness of the first meeting, her face turned pale, a trace of nostalgia appeared in her eyes, and the dissatisfaction in her heart faded a little.

"I forgive you." Shen Qingchuan laughed.

Shen Qingchuan leaned against the bedside and took a spoon, impatiently took a sip, but unexpectedly burned the tip of his tongue.

In the study room separated by a wall, Jiang Ling had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and the light from the computer screen glowed on the lenses.

"Boss Jiang, Yang Wei can't help but show off." Secretary Wen, who has always been prudent, smiled and smiled a little while working.

Jiang Ling nodded, her brows wide open.

Her suspicion of Yang Wei was not groundless. Liu Jun explained everything to the police in detail, and his confession seemed to be flawless, but how could he tell the time without hesitation and be accurate when he was nervous about stealing the seal? minutes.

Besides, I heard that Yang Wei is quite short of money recently.

"This is the result of several months of filming by private detectives." Wen Yu sent a compressed file package.

After receiving and decompressing, thousands of photos densely occupy the entire computer screen, different hotel bed photos, private parties that are full of clouds, and even ordinary going out on the street.Among them, the pornographic photos accounted for most of the part, just the tender models of the flowing water and the hard-working male protagonist.

Jiang Ling glanced at it roughly, and nodded in disgust, she was afraid that if she looked at it for a long time, it would cause a needle's eye.

"So many?" Jiang Ling frowned. Has the professional level of private detectives dropped so much now?Send the information directly to the customer without refining it?

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows, "Of course, but these are not the most important."

Jiang Ling's face darkened, and she pretended to be serious and said, "Secretary Wen looks good." She brushed the tea dregs off the surface of the cup.

Jiang Ling decided to step down as the president. As her closest subordinate, Wen Yu naturally left the power center. No matter how much Yang Wei coveted beauty, he wouldn't be confused about such a trivial matter.

Secretary Wen, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help shivering, and said with a smile: "Thank you Mr. Jiang for your compliment. I look forward to ending the vacation as soon as possible, and I will do my best for you and the company!"

Jiang Ling took a sip of the tea soup and nodded slightly.

"At nine o'clock last night, Yang Wei was blocked at home by loan sharks." Talking about business, Wen Yu said seriously.

"Usury?" Jiang Ling was puzzled, "How poor is Yang Wei?"

As the vice president of the company, no matter what, he will not be reduced to the point of borrowing usury.It turned out that the last 400 million yin and yang contract was not because of greed, but because of desperation.

"Yes, the amount is not small." Wen Yu nodded, and the photo of Yang Wei with blue nose and swollen eyes appeared on the chat interface.

She took a sip of water to moisten her throat and said, "The finance department contacted me this morning. Yang Wei was in a hurry to pay the project money. I don't know how much he got out of it."

"Coincidentally, Liu Jun's ancestral home is in South Sichuan County, and Yang Wei stayed there overnight when he was on a business trip last month." Wen Yu said lightly.

"Yeah." Jiang Ling rubbed her smooth chin with her fingertips, "Has Li Ran been in contact?"

"Of course." Wen Yu's face was full of confidence, and his eyes were full of admiration for Jiang Ling, "I never thought that Mr. Jiang would still remember this character."

Jiang Ling reckoned that Yang Wei's thoughts should be very simple, his purpose is only to ruin his reputation, and then annoy the group to take the opportunity to take the opportunity, which is a very simple public opinion routine.If it goes well, she should still be in a state of desperation to accept the punishment, and she has no time to consider whether someone did it on purpose.

But there was a mistake, so Yang Wei added a second move. Liu Jun took a fake account book that was forged after the fact. The police paid attention to get rid of the crime, killing two birds with one stone.

As one of Yang Wei's old lovers, Li Ran is also the former team leader of the Administration Office, and this is the way he can best get in touch with the official seal.

"Yang Wei gave the hush money, Li Ran was reluctant to say it at first, but later I raised the price, and the sale was clean." Wen Yu tutted.

Jiang Ling smiled, and said kindly: "How much did you add?"

Wen Yu moved closer to the camera, and slowly raised her hands to make a comparison.

"One hundred thousand?" Jiang Ling asked.

"No, 100 million." Wen Yu smiled, with a playful tone, "Tsk tsk tsk, women are so fickle. Their eyes are straightened when they see so much money. How can I remember my old lover."

Jiang Ling smiled and nodded, then her fingers stiffened, "Where did you get so much money?"

Wen Yu was taken aback, and replied, "Of course it's your private account. You let me handle it with full authority. Mr. Jiang forgot?"

Jiang Ling gritted her teeth and nodded with a livid face.

"I didn't bargain." Wen Yu added.

"Understood." Jiang Ling gave her a cold look, and said every word.

Although she is rich, money does not come by the wind.

adjoining bedroom.

Shen Qingchuan's lower abdomen, which accidentally ate too much, propped up an arc, she got up and paced to digest food, looking around while looking around.

Gray cotton and linen curtains, clean white walls, black, white and gray are all in sight. Why do you like these three cool colors so much? Shen Qingchuan attributes this to the preference of the young CEO. It is better than the pink decoration of Yuelan International Plaza. Some, she silently reassured herself to accept.

The room was a little dark, Shen Qingchuan opened the curtains and looked into the distance, the trees were shady and the flowers were clustered in abundance, she was tired of seeing the sight, it was just a different angle, nothing particularly unusual.

It was the cigarette butts in the ashtray on the window sill that attracted her attention, Shen Qingchuan squinted his eyes, temporarily suppressed his emotions and ground his molars.

Being 12 years younger is amazing, his body can resist and build, even his strength can't compare to his own, Shen Qingchuan squeezed his unsatisfactory biceps.

Suddenly, the figure on the balcony not far away made her feel a little familiar, she took a closer look, and saw Lu Linshen's dogbi was yawning on the balcony!

Shen Qingchuan's pupils shrank sharply, and he was dizzy for a while and supported the wall.