Warm marriage to the bone: the domineering president's strong favor

Shang Yuan sneered and said, "How to deal with it? You, the majestic Patriarch of the Su family, can't even deal with this matter, and it will only make Xiaoyan hurt again and again. What qualifications do you have to stand beside Xiaoyan?"

Su Nian looked at Shang Yuan coldly, and only asked a question: "Then why didn't you see her?"

Shang Yuan was immediately blocked by Su Nian, and he couldn't say a word for a while, his eyes jumped out of the French window, watching the continuous flow of traffic, and said slowly: "Now it's your problem."

Su Nian returned to the exclusive swivel chair and sat down, and said to Su Yong, "Make a cup of strong tea for the guest."

"Yes." Su Yong quickly brewed a cup of hot strong tea and handed it to Shang Yuan respectfully.

Shang Yuan narrowed his eyes, but still took the tea.

In the delicate teacup, a few tea leaves sink to the bottom of the cup and float gently.

The clear tea color and strong tea fragrance all indicate that this is a good cup of tea.

Shang Yuan didn't have any desire to drink, he raised his hand and planned to put down the tea, and continued to reason with Su Nian.

"This is the best tea, and the global production is only one kilogram." Su Nian's voice suddenly sounded.

Shang Yuan's hand that put down the teacup stopped immediately, and it didn't fall or take it back in mid-air.

How precious is this tea?He obviously had doubts in his heart, but looking at Su Nian's indifferent expression, it didn't seem like he was fooling him.

If you don't drink like this, it's a bit of a waste.

He is a good tea person, and if he refuses to drink such good tea, there are 1 people in his heart who disagree.

Therefore, after hesitating for a while, Shang Yuan picked up the teacup again and took a sip slowly.

When the tea is first entered, the mouth is full of bitterness, and then the bitterness dissipates and turns into a kind of sweetness with endless aftertaste.

After the sweetness, there is another aftertaste.

After Shang Yuan took a sip carefully, he couldn't help but take a second sip, and this time the taste changed again.

Really good tea.

Shang Yuan was completely addicted to the taste of tea, and he drank a cup of tea without knowing it.

"How does the tea taste?" Su Nian asked in a timely manner.

The corner of Su Yong's mouth twitched, and he quickly squeezed it tightly, trying to hold back a smile.

Mr. Shang seemed to be led by the nose by the young master.

"Not bad." Shang Yuan savored the aftertaste of the tea, thinking in his heart how to ask Su Nian for some tea to take back.

He couldn't say such a thing, he came to question Su Nian, but now he drank Su Nian's tea, and then he wanted to take advantage of the shortage?
How can that work?

Shang Yuan's heart is at war between heaven and man.

Su Yong suddenly said: "Mr. Shang, our young master has prepared a feast for you."

Shang Yuan's face darkened, and he stood up suddenly and said, "No need, Su Nian, I want you to explain why you keep hurting Xiao Yan repeatedly."

Su Yong said unhappily: "It's not something the young master would like to see the young lady get hurt, the young master is more sad than anyone else."

Su Nian waved his hand and said to Su Yong, "You go out first."

"Yes, young master." Su Yong walked out of the office honestly.

Only Su Nian and Shang Yuan were left facing each other in the CEO's office.

Two men, both wearing black clothes, except that one is a suit and the other is a black shirt.

The condensed breath emanated from the two of them, and neither of them showed any weakness.

But it seemed that Su Nian was better, that ten thousand-year glacier-like breath could easily frostbite people.

"I only have one sentence. If you really care about Xiao Yan, go see her. I won't stop you. Otherwise, don't come." Su Nian said coldly, with a very tough attitude.

"I know if I see you." Shang Yuan replied very irritably, staring, and said in a deep voice, "Are you still a man? You can't even protect your own woman."

Su Nian did blame himself, but it was not Shang Yuan's turn to point fingers.

Therefore, Su Nian's complexion was not good: "You drink the tea too. If there is nothing else, you can go home."

Shang Yuan thought that he drank Su Nian's tea, as if he suddenly lowered his head in front of Su Nian, became irritable and threw a punch at Su Nian.

The wronged Xiaoyan suffered, he, the elder brother, always wants to get it back for Xiaoyan.

Su Nian tilted his head and avoided Shang Yuan's punch. His temper was hooked by Shang Yuan, and he punched Shang Yuan with his backhand.

Shang Yuan also easily dodged.

The two men seemed to be suffocating in their hearts, and they urgently needed violence to vent, so they fought each other very quickly.

The desks and objects on the side were indiscriminately damaged, and the originally neat and tidy office became a mess.

Both of them fought each other in the most direct and savage way, both of them were injured, and finally the tired ones sat on the ground to rest.

The tie around Su Nian's neck was gone, and the gray shirt inside had several holes and was stained with blood.

And Shang Yuan on the opposite side is not much better.

When Su Yong came in from the outside, what he saw was two men who were also in a mess sitting on the ground together, with documents scattered all over the floor.

This...the two had a fight?
Su Yong felt a little unbelievable, but it seemed reasonable.

The young master has suppressed his heart for too long, now that he has a vent, a fight is also good.

Su Yong silently cleaned up the office.

Shang Yuan glanced at Su Nian, stood up suddenly, turned around and left without saying a word.

Of course Su Nian didn't ask to stay.

When Shang Yuan walked out, Su Yong couldn't help asking curiously: "Master, you..."

Su Nian said with cold eyes, "Do your thing."

"Yes, young master." Su Yong rubbed his nose, not daring to say another word.

After Shang Yuan left the Su Group, he planned to take a sneak peek at Su Xinyan, but he always felt that someone was following him, and when he turned around, he didn't notice anything.

On a sunny day, on the streets where people come and go, each of them rushes to his own destination.

Shang Yuan's sharp eyes swept over everyone, but found nothing unusual.

It seemed that his pursuers were hiding in the shadows.

Shang Yuan's brows were slightly darkened, and he continued to walk forward, and when he reached a corner, he turned sideways and hid immediately.

After a while, Shang Yuan saw a man with a strange expression following him in the direction where he disappeared.

The man obviously lost Shang Yuan, and his brows and eyes were a little more anxious. After chasing him, he looked around and searched for Shang Yuan's figure.

Shang Yuan rushed out from behind, rushed to the man's back, covered the man's mouth and clasped his body at the same time.

"Wooooow." The man could only make a whimpering sound, his pupils dilated nervously.

"Who are you?" Shang Yuan asked in a low voice.

That person can only struggle desperately, how can he say a word.

Only then did Shang Yuan remember that the man's mouth was covered, he touched the ready-made belt, bound the man's hands, then let him go, and faced him face to face.

The man avoided Shang Yuan's gaze, and said with obvious guilt: "Sir, why did you tie me up? I don't have any grudges against you, do I?"

Shang Yuan took out the dagger and shook it in front of his eyes, with a cold light shining.

"I don't have the patience to play with you. Ask again, who are you?"

Seeing the dagger pressed against his neck, the man turned pale with fright, bit his lips quickly and said: "Mr. Shang, if you have something to say, please take the dagger away."

If Shang Yuan shook his hand, the sharp dagger might cut his skin.

Shang Yuan sneered, and moved forward with the hand holding the dagger.

"I... I said." The man finally realized that he had missed something in his words, and said Mr. Shang, didn't it make it clear that he knew who Shang Yuan was?
"Say it quickly." Shang Yuan obviously didn't have much patience.

"My name is Xiao Chen, it's...Mr. Feng sent me to follow you." Xiao Chen didn't dare to take a breath, and hurriedly called out.

"Which Mr. Feng?" Shang Yuan asked one more question.

Xiao Chen muttered in his heart, who else could there be Mr. Feng, but he replied obediently: "It's Mr. Feng Qingyu."

It's him.

Shang Yuan's bad mood got even worse.

This person is really haunted.

Xiao Chen added nervously: "Mr. Feng wants to see you."

Shang Yuan's voice came coldly: "Is the purpose so simple?"

　Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment, and didn't dare to say anything, but looked at Shang Yuan helplessly, wanting Shang Yuan to move the dagger away, but he didn't know how to speak.

Fortunately, Shang Yuan took the initiative to take the dagger away and said at the same time: "Take me to see him."

"What?" Xiao Chen was stunned.Did you even take the initiative to say you want to see him?
Why can't he react to the development of this matter?

"Go." Shang Yuan said again in a cold voice.

"Oh." Xiao Chen replied blankly, and then took Shang Yuan to Feng Qingyu's place.

In the newly bought house, Feng Qingyu sat very leisurely on the recliner, basking in the sun while drinking tea.

He never expected that Shang Yuan would suddenly appear in front of him, which made him unprepared at all, and almost spit out a mouthful of tea.

"A Yuan, why are you here?" Feng Qingyu put down his teacup and stood up from the reclining chair.

Shang Yuan said playfully, "Don't you want to see me?"

Feng Qingyu glanced at Xiao Chen next to him.

Xiao Chen avoided his eyes and dared not say a word.

"It's good if you come." Feng Qingyu suddenly smiled and said kindly to Shang Yuan.

Shang Yuan asked indifferently, "What kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd?"

Feng Qingyu didn't answer Shang Yuan's words, but stared at Shang Yuan's face sincerely and murmured: "Like, really like."

Shang Yuan frowned, not knowing what Feng Qingyu was doing.

"Like, A Yuan, you and your mother really look alike." Feng Qingyu said, reaching out to touch Shang Yuan's face.

Shang Yuan took a step back in repulsion, and said at the same time: "You still have the face to mention my mother?"

Shang Yuan's entire chest was filled with anger.

"A Yuan, don't get excited. Your mother is the woman I love the most in my life, why can't I mention her?" Feng Qingyu said with twinkling eyes.

"Favorite? Why are you so disgusted when you say this?" Shang Yuanyang mocked Feng Qingyu with his lips.

Feng Qingyu had a thick skin, and said calmly: "A Yuan, it seems that you still misunderstand me, but it's okay, it's still a long time, I believe that sooner or later you will understand me as a father."