Is Master Lu jealous today?

"It's not generous, it's because I'm tired, Lu Jiyuan."

For Wenren Yangyang, she has guarded against and fought back.

But until now, nothing.

Her efforts are a joke.

She seems wishful thinking.

"Lu Jiyuan, I am very grateful for your protection to me tonight, but... what I want is not that... not just that."

She has become greedy.

What she wanted was Lu Jiyuan's love.

It's not just the respect and rights that Mrs. Lu should have.

Sheng Wantang didn't want to admit it, but at this moment, she had to face her heart.

She doesn't like being famous, not because of her request for marriage, but because of her request for Lu Jiyuan.

But, is she really qualified to ask him who originally had a marriage contract?

--tired.

Lu Jiyuan only heard these two harsh words.

Is she tired of him?

"Because of who?" Lu Jiyuan gently stroked Sheng Wantang's temples, but sneered, "Chen Yi'an?"

"What's none of his business?" Sheng Wantang didn't understand why he suddenly mentioned Chen Yi'an.

"Have you defended him?" But to Lu Jiyuan, it sounded like he was defending Chen Yi'an.

Young spirit, admired for many years, divided from abroad to China, but also the same age...

Indeed, he is more interesting than the 'old' man.

"Why did I defend him? You were the one who mentioned him first!" Sheng Wantang was furious, "If you want to defend him, don't you defend Wen..."

She didn't want to mention Wenren Yangyang.

As soon as she said it, she seemed like a jealous woman.

"Forget it, there's nothing to argue about!"

Sheng Wantang looked away from the window.

She was afraid that she would lose control if she continued to confront him.

Sheng Wantang had to admit that Lu Jiyuan's settlement of the scandal and marriage contract for Wenren Yangyang affected her.

The back of the woman's head revealed stubbornness and indifference, and Lu Jiyuan was so angry that he walked out of his sleeves.

The sound of the bedroom door opening was very clear in Sheng Wantang's ears, like a knock on the heart.

Sheng Wantang subconsciously turned her head to look.

The man who had already left suddenly walked back quickly.

Before Sheng Wantang had time to react, the man had already stopped in front of her, and suddenly leaned over, forcing her to lean back when she just sat up, and barely stabilized with one hand behind her.

The man's face was as deep as water, with hidden anger.

He pinched Sheng Wantang's jaw with a sense of force and coercion.

"Sheng Wantang, if you say a few good words, what happened tonight will be the end of the story for me."

He doesn't care about what makes him find other women!

Lu Jiyuan didn't expect that he would be so angry that he would leave the room for less than half a minute and then come back.

How crazy!

"Lu Jiyuan, this is not the way to solve the problem." Sheng Wantang felt sad.

Picking it up and putting it down again and again has never solved the problem fundamentally, but only allowed the contradictions to accumulate.

Just like they are now.

The accumulation of old diseases is imminent.

I don't even know how to deal with this messy nonsense.

The man laughed in a low voice, like mocking.

Lu Jiyuan let go of Sheng Wantang, and left again with windy steps.

Sheng Wantang saw his half-wet shirt stuck to his body in the bathroom, showing the outline of his muscles.

Sheng Wantang sat on the bed for a few seconds, then stood up and walked to the bed.

She hid behind the curtain, hesitating whether to stand on the balcony.

Standing there, he must be able to see her.

Just then, the phone rang.

It was a news feed sent by Ruan Jishi: [Wenren Yangyang parachuted into top fashion company Ming Shandrill's executives!Congratulations! 】

Comes with an emoticon pack for watching the show.

Sheng Wantang took a step back, away from the balcony.

The guess she was worried about actually happened.

Although she rejected Ming Shandrill, seeing Wenren Yangyang becoming a senior executive of Ming Shandrill, she was still heartbroken, obviously expected, but still very disappointed.

The soreness in her eyes made Sheng Wantang blink her eyes, bent her legs, and buried her face in her arms.

She opened the mailbox of her mobile phone, and there was an email from her tutor two days ago - the School of Art of Imperial University sent her an invitation, hoping that she could return to school as an off-campus tutor to give lectures to the younger students for two weeks.

It is very common in colleges and universities to invite seniors in the professional field to take professional courses in the society.

Sheng Wantang called her tutor:

"Ms. Zheng, I'm free tomorrow and I can come to the school for class, but I have a request - can the school arrange an on-campus accommodation for me?"

-

10:30 in the evening.

The senior management of the GT Group received notifications from Yi Special Assistant—the president asked them to return to the company for a meeting immediately!

Everyone thought that something important to the company's livelihood had happened, but when they arrived at the office, Mr. Lu just asked them to report the situation of each department.

After the report was over, at two o'clock in the morning, they began to solve the problems of various departments.

Executives: ? ? ?

The aroma of coffee in the meeting room has never been broken, and staying up late and working overtime efficiently allowed everyone to solve the backlog of half a month's work problems in various departments of the company in one night, and by the way, make plans for each department for the next half month.

The executives were so sleepy that their eyelids were clenched, and even Yi Jiu was yawning silently.

Only Lu Jiyuan on the main seat was expressionless and emotionless, like a cold working machine.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that the CEO is not in a good mood!

"Assistant Yi, the CEO... Is your uncle here?" A senior executive couldn't help but quietly asked Yi Jiu.

Yi Jiu sighed tiredly: "Boss Lu said that tonight's salary will be tripled."

Visually, I quarreled with the proprietress again!

The president and the president's wife live in disharmony, and it's these workers who are the ones who did the crime!

Executive: "..." He glanced at his watch.

Well, it's eight o'clock.

It's time to go to work again.

Three times the salary, it is better to sleep!

-

At dawn, Sheng Wantang packed up a few necessities and went to school.

When he got downstairs, he remembered to bring the clothes he bought for Mrs. Sheng.

The alumni hotel arranged by Imperial University for Sheng Wantang is next to the student dormitory. Seeing these youthful faces made Sheng Wantang feel better.

However, this good mood did not last long.

Sheng Wantang received a call from Lin Zhi.

"Sheng Wantang, get the hell out of here immediately!" Lin Zhi scolded angrily, "The old lady is sitting on the sofa and waiting for you!"

Some things cannot be avoided.

Sheng Mengyue is best at complaining.

It only takes ten minutes to drive from Imperial University to Shengjia.

The members of the Sheng family sat neatly on the sofa, and even Sheng Kun didn't go to the company.

Sheng Mengyue was crying aggrievedly in Lin Zhi's arms, and when she saw Sheng Wantang coming, she cried even louder.

"Mom, she insulted me so much, I don't want to live anymore! She forced me to kneel in public, what face do I have?"

Lin Zhi gave Sheng Wantang a hard look, and said to Mrs. Sheng: "Look at the good granddaughter you taught!"

Sheng Wantang seemed not to have heard what Sheng Mengyue and Lin Zhi said, and took out the leather jacket from the shopping bag: "Grandma, I bought you a dress, do you like it?"

"take away!"

Mrs. Sheng pushed Sheng Wantang's hand away with a straight face.

Sheng Wantang was unprepared, the leather jacket slipped from her fingertips and fell to the ground.

The atmosphere solidified.

With a smile on the corner of Sheng Mengyue's mouth, she watched the play triumphantly.

Sheng Wantang was not angry, she just said, "Grandma..."

"Don't call me grandma!"

Old Mrs. Sheng raised her voice suddenly, staring at Sheng Wantang with her cloudy eyes, cutting through the previous love with the sharpness of old age.