Bait

"Afraid of me?" Chen Yuan casually picked out the cosmetics in the dowry, "Why are you nervous?"

Wan Xixi came back to her senses, "You were not exiled by your uncle—"

"Leave tomorrow." He smiled, "Don't you expect me to come back?"

"Looking forward." Wan Xixi stood up, Chen Yuan stopped her movement, took out a slender lipstick case from his suit pocket, and handed it to her, "The color suits you."

She couldn't believe it for a moment and didn't answer, "Why did you think of buying me a gift?"

"Don't you like it?" Chen Yuan asked back.

"I like it..." She stretched out her hand cautiously, "This brand of lip gloss is the best."

With his palms on the wall, he leaned against the mirror frame, "I don't know anything about women's products, next time I'll show you to try it yourself."

"next time?"

For a man who is eager to draw a clear line, his sudden relaxation is often a gentle knife that urges his life.

Wan Xixi vaguely understood his intention, "You need Wanjia's help."

"That's right." Chen Yuan took off the eyebrow pencil cap, rubbed it against the tiger's mouth, supported her chin, and swipe her eyebrows, "Moving Hua'er is of great benefit to the Wan family, not just my benefit."

The strong smell of smoke in his mouth lingered in her nostrils, Wan Xixi recalled in a trance, the first time she met him, he was masculine, calm and mature.

That hooks her soul.

Chen Yuan is like a hormone that has been purified, squeezed, and refined. It has no peculiar smell, and its concentration is extremely high. One drop is fatal.

Looking at him, associating with sex, associating with the graceful and sticky late night, peeling off his clothes in my mind, every inch of muscle, and tufts of hair, burning the woman with desire, and the sky is dark.

Those scenes of fascination that are out of reach and never staged at all are more itchy than real existence.

"When Hua'er falls, I will clear your relationship." He smiled, "Assisting the Wan family's superior is to compensate you. I don't want to treat women badly. After all, I have a relationship in name, decent gatherings, so we can see each other in the future .”

It was clearly to take hostages, to prevent Wan Youliang from leaving the field midway, or losing the battle, and betraying him to Huaer.

With her in hand, even if Wan Youliang intends to abandon the alliance, he will be submissive when weighing the balance.

Wan Xixi is not a member of the mall, and she knows how solid Huaer's foundation is. Even Chen Zheng respects him.

What's more, the He family married the Second Household, the business war escalated into internal strife, the Wan family won, and Chen Yuan weakened the Second Household's power, which indeed benefited, but the ensuing dissolution of the marriage contract also severed the relationship between the Wan Family and the Chen Family. In fact, He Pengkun is Chen Zheng's only in-laws, and Wan Youliang's victory is tantamount to cutting off the wings of the Chen family. The two sides have enmity, and the Wan family has no time to recover, and they have to face Fucheng's revenge.

Chen and Wan play together, the most powerful vanguard is precisely Chen Yuan, Wan Youliang has never guarded against this son-in-law-to-be, he has already figured out the loopholes of Huayan Group, and the value of Wanjia is the stepping stone for him to inherit Fucheng.

If the Wan family loses, Chen Yuan will still benefit. The land in the western suburbs and the emergency funds for the project. During this period, he has continuously subsidized contacts and money to contribute to Wan Youliang. Wan Youliang is likely to step down due to a mistake in decision-making, and the debt he owed will be paid to Chen Yuan with shares.

He is a real trader, firmly holding a strong state-owned enterprise in his hands.

Wan Xixi was well aware of Chen Yuan's horror, so she saw through his original intention, but Wan Youliang didn't know it, and fell into his trap under the bewilderment of sugar-coated bullets.

The side that Chen Yuan showed was too warm and beautiful, dark, conspiratorial, and treacherous, and he hid it so deeply.

"If it fails, anger He Pengkun, and the Wan family will collapse."

He looked cloudy and indistinguishable. After painting the left eyebrow, he painted the right, "But if you succeed, the Wan family's prominence will not be what it used to be. Your father is very eager, so why bother him."

"Chen Yuan." Wan Xixi was trembling, "I admit that I shouldn't plot against you, I shouldn't frame Shen Zhen, I plead guilty, I cooperated with you in acting, and I also made amends, you let Wanjia go, I beg you—— "

"Be good, okay?" He leaned down and pressed against her ear, "I hate people who are not tame enough."

She froze immediately.

Chen Yuan came out of the bedroom, and Wan Youliang changed into formal clothes, ready to go to the company.

He was respectful and modest, "Uncle, may I give you a ride?"

"Alright, let's talk about it in detail on the way."

The loud noise of the impact exploded inside the door, and Wan Xixi ran out in panic, clutching the mast of the escalator, "I heard from Chen Yuan that you want to attack Huaer?"

"You have never cared about the company." Wan Youliang frowned, "Today you are reckless."

Wan Xixi hurriedly stopped him, "But Chen Chongzhou is He Pengkun's future son-in-law, so is it appropriate to tear your face apart?"

Chen Yuan turned sideways as if nothing had happened, staring at her with no expression, she felt a strong chill, overflowing from his pores and eyes, piercing her heart.

This glance is the final warning.

Wan Xixi couldn't help but her legs went limp, and her face turned pale.

Never provoke a bloodthirsty wolf, let alone conquer an unintentional wild horse.

***

On Saturday, Chen Chongzhou sent Shen Zhen to the Municipal People's Hospital as scheduled.

Entering the 2nd consultation room, Liao Kun was eating breakfast, with a sign showing the consultation, and loosened his collar, "Are you on duty?"

He raised his head, startled.

Needless to say, Chen Lao Er, who has fascinated married, unmarried, young girls and middle-aged and elderly women, is handsome in suits and leather shoes.

Naturally good skin.

"Aren't you on annual leave?"

"I plan to resign." Chen Chongzhou fiddled with his pen holder, "Go back to the company."

Liao Kun was surprised, "Where's your elder brother, is he useless?"

Chen Yuan's market in the industry, the real way to break through the siege, the leader of the second generation in the Hong Kong circle.

If it loses, it will be too fast.

Chen Chongzhou put it lightly, "It's not the same thing, each has its own business."

Shen Zhen sat down and took off his cardigan, "Do you want to do it or not?"

Liao Kun was shocked, "What are you doing?"

"Abortion surgery."

He was completely dumbfounded, looked at Chen Chongzhou, "It's not yours?"

"It's yours." Shen Zhen was annoyed.

"You keep your morals in your mouth." Liao Kun pointed at her, as if facing a formidable enemy, "I haven't even touched your hand! I quit womanizing."

She retorted, "Didn't you touch me when you applied the medicine?"

He blushed and had a thick neck, "I'm a doctor, and doctors don't distinguish between male and female."

"Notify Qiao Teng." Chen Chongzhou's face remained unchanged, "Accompany her to the gynecology department."

After speaking, he unbuttoned his coat.

Liao Kun picked up the landline and dialed 401. After a while, Qiao Teng came over, and he went up to him and whispered.

While listening, Qiao Teng looked at Shen Zhen and asked for confirmation, "Director Chen?"

The man turned his back, "No pain, full anesthesia."

"Have you checked?"

"No."

Qiao Teng nodded, "Check the body first."

The man under the wall turned around at this moment, with a secretive expression on his face.

Years of colleagues, even though they are in different departments, have a very good tacit understanding, Qiao Teng said calmly, "Miss Shen, let's go."

Shen Zhen clenched his hands, "Is there any danger..."

"Yes." Liao Kun threatened her, "The sequelae are crooked mouth and squinted eyes, and dementia."

Chen Chongzhou glanced at him indifferently, and he was amused, "With Director Chen in charge, the director of the general hospital will buy his face, and the doctor will definitely rescue you first."

She changed her mind and followed Qiao Teng away.

After tossing for a long time, the result of the examination was not suitable for surgery, except for the professional terms explained, the most straightforward sentence, there is a risk of infertility in the future.

Chen Chongzhou took the report card, browsed it, and frowned.

After a long time, he asked, "Does it have to be born?"

Qiao Teng took off his glasses, "Why don't you conceive? How many infertile patients have you treated in the andrology department? I wish I could have children. You can't abort at will when you are young. If an accident happens, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Chen Chongzhou shared the medical records and looked at Shen Zhen, "Go back first and discuss later."

On the way to Fujiang Huayuan, she kept silent.

Near the community, she called him, "Chen Chongzhou."

He focused on driving, didn't respond, and guessed what she was going to ask.

"You said hello beforehand, didn't you?"

"No hit."

Shen Zhen continued to ask, "No hospital in the province can do it, right?"

Chen Chongzhou was calm, "You have a physical problem."

"Do I believe it? They are your colleagues, who won't sell you favors?"

He turned around and drove into the garage, couldn't help laughing, "You know that too."

Shen Zhen's eyes were red, and he yelled at him, "You let me be born and raised under the name of when I was adopted?"

Chen Chongzhou slammed on the brakes and parked in the dark underground garage without saying a word.

She pushed the door open, "I'm not going to give birth."

For a whole day, Shen Zhen lay motionless, neither eating nor drinking.

In the evening, Chen Chongzhou brought food and stood by the bed, "Do you want to eat?"

She turned her head away.

His face turned cold, "If you protest in this way, you will suffer."

Shen Zhen ignored him and turned over.

Chen Chongzhou's temperament, whether he can coax a woman or not depends entirely on his mood. If he is in a good mood, he will bow his head and coax him, depending on whether the other party is interested.

Obviously, she's not interested.

Running out of patience, he tore off the quilt, pulled Shen Zhen from the bed, and opened her mouth.

"You didn't keep your word!" She slammed the bowl hard, smashing the bowl to the ground, "Three days are up, you lied to me."

Fragments of porcelain splashed everywhere, and Chen Chongzhou's face became gloomy again.

"I'm giving you three days to think about it. I didn't expect you to be so cruel."

Shen Zhen was out of breath, "When will the surgery be, and when will I eat."

"Are you competing?" His trousers were wet, and there was a warm white mist, and he immediately approached the edge of the bed, clasped his hands behind her head, and tried his best to control her struggle, "Determined to fight?"

She choked up, "Hit."

"very good."

Chen Chongzhou let go of his hand and walked away.

Half an hour later, a Mercedes-Benz stopped slowly. The driver got out of the car, opened the back door, and led the two women in the back seat upstairs.

The entrance door was ajar, and the driver walked through the entrance, very politely, "Miss Song, Miss Qiao, sir are waiting for you two in the study."

He knocked lightly on the door, "Mr. Chen."

The voice inside was low and magnetic, "Come in."

The air against the face is rich in the fragrance of ink.

Soaked in tea, then ground, the leaked ink smells particularly good.

The man was wearing a high-necked cashmere sweater, off-white trousers, and his short hair was neatly combed. The sun shone through the blinds, and the grid-shaped mottled shadows sprinkled on his handsome and clear side face, melting warmth.

Behind the desk, he wrote brush calligraphy without saying a word, and the official script that moves like clouds and water in one hand, outlines majestic and magnificent.

Without ten years of knowledge, I can't write this kind of momentum.

Dusk, sunset glow, scorched sunset, the ticking of Western clocks.

Chen Chongzhou was trapped in it, with a rare temperament, clear, calm, and alluring.

Like a half-Buddha and half-demon between hell and heaven, with a dark soul and bright flesh, an extreme and special attraction.

The censer was placed on the window sill, burning tobacco, half of it diffused into the room, and half of it flowed out of the window, diluting it so that it seemed to be nothing, quenching his addiction to cigarettes without choking people.

"You are her friends."

After writing the word "Teng" at the end, Chen Chongzhou put down his pen and wiped his hands with a square handkerchief, "I hope she is well."

"Of course." Qiao Li could not understand him, "However, following you will not end well."

"Oh? The reason." He smiled slightly.

"You want to get married."

"Have you connected yet?" Chen Chongzhou smiled unabated, "Miss Qiao, slander is a crime."

Not to be outdone, Qiao Li said, "Sooner or later."

"It's not yet that time, so there's no need to make a conclusion, what do you think." He opened the door of the bookcase and took out his handbag.

It fell heavily on the table.

"It didn't end well with me, so with whom?"

"Chen..." Qiao Li had a bunch of male clients in her head, whose names she couldn't remember, "Chen Yuanyuan?"

"Chen Yuan, my elder brother." Chen Chongzhou corrected, "Chen Yuanyuan is a geisha."

Song Li poked her impatiently, "Can you read a serious book?"

"It seems that Ms. Qiao is very interested in unofficial affairs." He turned on the warm air and dried his hands that were frozen red from practicing calligraphy. "Chen Yuan is engaged. Do you think it will end well with him?"

Song Li stuck out his stomach, "There are thousands of men, why do you have to be with your surname Chen?"

"There are two kinds of life, one is mediocre, the other is rich and complicated. The former is free, but it does not represent peace. There are still various betrayals, lies, and disasters. When you are faced with a better choice, why not try the second The first one must be more comfortable than the first one." Chen Chongzhou said indifferently, "In this world, if there is a loss, there will be a gain, and no one can have both. Instead of betting on the unknown, it is better to grasp the existing."

"These rewards." Chen Chongzhou pushed forward, "Whoever persuades her will get it."

Song Li was insulted, "Am I short of money? My stepfather is the boss of building materials."

Chen Chongzhou examined her, "I suggest you take a look."

"What are you looking at? Your driver told me, and I support Shen Zhen to share with you—" Song Li inadvertently turned over the piles of red bills, which were neatly stacked and bulging.

She swallowed back the second half of the sentence, "I will try my best to persuade you."

Recently, money is not very rich.

The family looked down on her soft rice boyfriend, she resigned, was pregnant again, and spent money everywhere.

From Qiao Li's point of view, she didn't see the exact amount of money, so she stopped Song Li, "Are you speaking nicely for the scumbag for this little money?"

"Hundreds of thousands." Song Li whispered.

"Actually, Mr. Chen is a nice person." Qiao Li said with emotion, "I understand Shen Zhen's temper. She is very strong. The more I get used to her, the more sick she will be."

Chen Chongzhou picked up the brush again, his expression calm, "The master bedroom next door has a bowl of wontons by the door."

Shen Zhen sat on the bed, watching the door being pushed open, Qiao Li poked her head with a guilty face, "Why are you staring..."

"How much money to buy you." She poked at the spot.

Qiao Li rubbed her hands in embarrassment, "It's not for money, but for your happiness."

"Happiness." Song Li echoed, "Men these days have no money, no power, no face, where is Chen Scum?"

"Rich, powerful, and handsome." Qiao Li applauded excitedly, "The key is that he is willing to give flowers to women."

"Get out." Shen Zhen picked up the pillow and chopped her down.

"Did Miss He marry into the Chen family?" Song Li cowered and hid behind him, "You are in a relationship with Chen Zha, she is the mistress, and you are the real girlfriend, why do you quit? You have the ability to beat her!"

Shen Zhen moved his hand slightly, but said nothing.

Qiao Li picked up the pillow, hating iron for steel, "You're pregnant and you don't want to get married, and you want to break up. Do you want to be aloof? High-quality men have few resources, and they all insist on them. You're the one who is so stupid as to give in and rob you blatantly." Boyfriend, she is not ashamed of being a dignified lady, so why are you defending your sovereignty?"

Chen Chongzhou smoked through a door.

After smoking, put out the cigarette butt and twist the armrest.

He entered the room, went straight to the single sofa opposite the big bed, and sat down quietly.

Song Li dragged Qiao Li, "We won't bother you anymore."

Chen Chongzhou didn't lift his eyelids, "Sister Hui, see off the guests."

He was very lazy, crossed his legs, clenched his fists, propped his chin, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

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