All the staff crazily criticize the villain, only the heroine is cute

Ning Yan hadn't completely swallowed the sip of tea she just had. When she heard Sheng Mo Shu's words, she almost spit it out and hurriedly put down the tea cup in her hand.

"Cough cough..."

"Miss Ning, don't be nervous, I'm just asking casually."

Sheng Moshu handed over a tissue very thoughtfully, with a smile on his face, like an old fox.

Ning Yan coughed several times before she could stop the itching in her throat that she had just choked on. She took the tissue and wiped it randomly at the corner of her mouth a few times, then turned her head and looked at it.

"Why am I nervous? Your tea is too hot."

"Really? I think the temperature is just right." Sheng Moshu shrugged again, "But if Miss Ning says she's not nervous, she's not nervous."

Ning Yan found his indifferent attitude very strange.

Logically speaking, it is absolutely impossible for Sheng Mo Shu to go to such great lengths to get her here just to chat like this.

He just mentioned the soul-nourishing jade again. He obviously cares about it, but now he has an indifferent attitude, which is really puzzling.

"The subordinate you just mentioned..." Ning Yan recalled the man's question and suddenly discovered a blind spot, "That scarred face is yours."

Her tone was affirmative, without any doubt, as if she had confirmed that the information he just mentioned was provided by Scarface who was present that night.

Sheng Moshu was still calm and calm, he raised his beautiful light-colored eyes and looked at her intently, then curled his lips: "Are you so sure?"

"You can guess it even if you're a fool."

Ning Yan silently pushed the cup of tea away and decided not to touch this thing again in the following conversation, so as not to be frightened by the shocking words of the man in front of her again.

"Mr. Sheng doesn't need to test me. I was also there that night. The only person who knew that I took the jade was Scarface. You just said that your subordinate told you. Do you expect me to guess that it was the person who just handed me the tea?" The stupid guy who came in?"

Sheng Mo Shumei's heart skipped a beat.

His secretary is indeed tall and strong, and she does look a bit silly. This description is quite appropriate.

"Miss Ning seems to have forgotten someone."

The man's originally gentle eyes suddenly became sharp, "He was not the only one who knew that you took that thing that night."

Ning Yan narrowed her eyes, "What do you want to say?"

"If I remember correctly, there was an anchor from Tiandu Entertainment with you that night. Unfortunately, I just met him a few days ago."

Sheng Moshu curled his lips, and his sitting posture was much more casual than at the beginning. He leaned his back on the sofa, bent his arm slightly, and played with the silver ring in his other hand.

Ning Yan's expression changed, and she heard him say again: "Does Miss Ning still insist that you and Scar are the only two people who know about this matter? Do you want me to call the female anchor to confront you on the spot?"

Sheng Moshu took out his mobile phone from his pocket and threw it on the table, his eyes filled with amusement.

"Okay, then just call her over."

Ning Yan spread her hands with an innocent face, took out her mobile phone and switched to the address book page. Then she found Li Wenwen's contact information and turned the phone over to face Sheng Mo Shu.

"Do you need me to make a call for you?"

The atmosphere began to freeze.

Ning Yan held up her cell phone without moving, her eyes looking straight at Sheng Mo Shu's, not the least bit intimidated by his semi-threatening words just now.

After a half-minute confrontation, it was Sheng Mo Shu who was the first to break the silence.

The man laughed sullenly, raised his hand to lift the teapot and refilled himself with tea. His eyes passed over Ning Yan's. After thinking about it, he reached out and took his teacup, which still had more than half of it left.

He poured out the cold tea in her cup and filled it with a new one, seemingly speaking casually.

"Ms. Ning is very confident. Is it because Li Wenwen has nothing to do with this matter, or even if she knew it, it would be impossible for her to tell her because her memory is wrong?"

As he finished speaking, the tea cup was pushed back in front of Ning Yan, with water vapor rising upwards.

"How can you stand up if you don't have any real skills in the world? Didn't Mr. Sheng see my strength just now? Why ask me if you don't already have the answer in your heart?"

Ning Yan picked up the tea calmly, tested it carefully, found that the temperature was suitable, and took a sip.

After just a small sip, she put the cup down again.

At this moment, she must not expose Fu Yu's existence.

Fortunately, after that, her magic skills also improved a lot with the cultivation of soul-nourishing jade. Although it is a bit difficult to use magic skills to tamper with other people's memories, simply pretending to bluff people should be enough.

After a sip of tea, Ning Yan was in a bad mood because of Sheng Mo Shu, and she was not prepared to let him feel better.

"Tsk, the tea made by Mr. Sheng doesn't seem to taste as good as the first cup."

"Is it?"

Sheng Moshu raised his eyes to look at Ning Yan, took a sip of his own, and then said: "After all, there are specialties in the art. This is my first time to pour tea for others. Please be considerate of Miss Ning."

He emphasized the first time.

It was obviously a tit-for-tat scene, but Ning Yan inexplicably got a different meaning from his words.

It was as if a cat who only knew how to eat and sleep every day suddenly caught a big mouse one day, picked it up and put it at her feet for praise.

Put this kind of picture on Sheng Mo Shu...

Ning Yan thought about it carefully, and then she felt uncomfortable all over.

This is so explosive.

"What did you want to say when you caught me here today?"

After calming down, she really didn't want to spend too much energy playing these word games with Sheng Mo Shu.

"If you just want to confirm the news about the jade, then I can tell you with certainty, yes, that jade is here with me."

Ning Yan reached out and took out the soul-nourishing jade hanging from her neck. When she held it in her hand, she noticed that the jade was slightly hot.

Covering up the strangeness in her heart, Ning Yan looked at Sheng Mo Shu and did not miss the flash of surprise on his face.

"If you want the soul-nourishing jade, then I can tell you clearly that it is impossible."

Sheng Moshu moved his eyes to her face and said nothing.

Ning Yan thought he was holding back some big move, so she twitched the corners of her lips at him.

"I have some unfortunate news for you. This piece of jade has already recognized me as its master. Even if you take it, it will be useless." She smiled lightly, with soft curves on both sides of her cheeks, but with hidden edge.

"Mr. Sheng, you can also give it a try. Should you get this jade first, or should I smash it to pieces first?"

But the strange thing is that Sheng Moshu didn't show any obvious surprise or strange expression when the soul-raising jade recognized her as its master.

On the contrary, the man's calm face contained secret excitement and excitement, and the blood in his body was boiling and beating. He stared at the girl's face with burning eyes, almost trying to carve her appearance into his mind.

"is it?"

Sheng Moshu tried his best to restrain his strange emotions. There was a medicine folder on the table, and the tip of his tongue touched the roof of his mouth. Suddenly, his throat felt very itchy.

But thinking that she didn't like the taste, he stopped the urge.

"Mr. Sheng, you can give it a try."

Ning Yan held up the black rope holding the soul-nourishing jade and shook it.

Sheng Moshu chuckled lightly, "Miss Ning misunderstood, I have no intention of taking this jade back."

"Since this piece of jade has been identified as its owner, it is also destined to Miss Ning. Miss Ning can just take it."

Ning Yan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked down at the thing in her hand, with a flash of surprise on her expression.

he does not want?

Also, what do the words "take it back" mean?

Isn't this piece of jade belonging to Fu Yu?

"According to Mr. Sheng, this jade originally belonged to you?"

Ning Yan almost blurted out.

Sheng Moshu paused for a rare moment, as if he thought of something. After a few seconds, he gently shook his head.

"I just saw it many years ago, it's not my thing."

Ning Yan's expression became more serious, "The kid in the villa was really raised by you, right? Why?"

"Don't Miss Ning already know the answer?" Sheng Moshu's expression was as usual, "People outside know that I am not in good health, but they don't know that no matter how bad my health is, it is not something they can understand in the ordinary sense. That way."

"Ms. Ning, do you think I look like someone who stays in bed all year round?"

Sheng Mo Shu spread his hands. When he was drinking tea, his cuffs were rolled up a bit and were fixed with shirt clips. As his arms were raised, the piece of clothing around his elbows was stretched very tight, even through the clothes. Everyone can notice the proud capital of this body.

The raised veins crisscrossed under the pale skin, which was even more beautiful than the green tea.

Ning Yan already had a vague guess.

"My mother met a wild Taoist priest when I was born, which means that one of the twins my mother was pregnant with was an ominous sign. At that time, the Sheng family was in the period of transformation. My father was superstitious, and the Taoist priest There was some real ability, and my parents were convinced of it at the time.”

Ning Yan listened attentively, and the more she listened, the more familiar the story became.

"Wait a minute."

She made a pause gesture, with a puzzled look on her face, "Are you going to tell me later that the Taoist priest used evil magic to resolve the disaster and induced other pregnant women with the same birthday as your mother to change their fetal souls? "

Sheng Moshu was obviously stunned for a moment, "How did you know?"

"Don't worry about how I know."

The more Ning Yan thought about it, the more something was wrong, "Then according to what you said, your son should not be the only one in the Sheng family. Wasn't Mrs. Sheng pregnant with twins at the time?"

"They are twins." Sheng Moshu's pale eyes changed and suddenly became much darker.

He looked at Ning Yan, opened his thin lips, and spoke a chilling sentence.

"Although they are twins, no one can guarantee that both babies will be alive."

Ning Yan took a deep breath.

The man's beautiful light-colored eyes seemed to have been tempered with ice at the moment. His gaze had no warmth at all, and was so cold and sinister that it made one's hair stand on end at just one glance.

But in just a moment, all the coldness in those eyes faded away, Sheng Mo Shu's eyebrows were curved, and there was a gentle smile on his lips, which was completely opposite to his temperament just now.

Ning Yan had the illusion for a moment that she had just seen it wrong.

"Miss Ning, I'm actually very pitiful."

Sheng Moshu sighed, "My mother passed away during childbirth. Although I was lucky enough to survive, my soul was damaged and I had to resort to shameful and dirty methods to make up for it."

"Ms. Ning, no one wants to live in the sunshine, but my sunshine requires expensive payment."

"And the little ghost that I have raised in the villa for more than 20 years, and the ghosts you just killed, are my bargaining chips in exchange for sunshine."

Ning Yan was dubious about Sheng Mo Shu's words.

She couldn't quite describe her mood at the moment, especially after hearing the other person narrating his story, she always felt that there was some unknown connection between Fu Yu and Sheng Mo Shu.

But she is still just guessing and has not found any actual evidence.

After all, Sheng Mo Shu's attitude towards the soul-nourishing jade just now was obviously very unusual.

"Mr. Sheng's childhood story is indeed extraordinary."

Ning Yan sighed, then looked confused, "But what does this have to do with me? You were the one who kidnapped me, and you were the one who released those ghosts. I just wanted to protect myself, so I had to kill him." got those things.”

She pursed her lips slightly, with an incredible expression on her face, "Mr. Sheng, do you want me to compensate you?"

"Miss Ning is overly worried. Since I took the initiative to release those things, I have no intention of taking them back."

Ning Yan faked a smile: "Can I change this sentence to mean that you didn't want me to live at all?"

"Of course not." Sheng Moshu raised his eyebrows slightly, "I believe that Miss Ning's strength can come out of Scar intact. It is impossible that she can't even deal with something of this level."

"I called Miss Ning here today just because I am very interested in Miss Ning. By the way, I have a few questions to ask you."

Ning Yan glanced at him suspiciously.

But the other party's gaze was too sincere, a kind of purity that was extremely inconsistent with his temperament. Ning Yan instantly felt the urge to run away from the bottom of her heart.

This man is dangerous.

She shouldn't stay here for too long, at least not now.

Instinct told Ning Yan that something would probably happen if she stayed any longer.

"Mr. Sheng has just asked me a lot of questions. Have you finished asking? If so, I really should go back."

Sheng Moshu nodded, "That's all I need to ask."

"Then I'm leaving. Please ask that stupid guy of yours to lead the way."

Ning Yan subconsciously stood up and left.

But Sheng Mo Shu grabbed his wrist.

The moment their skins touched, Ning Yan was scalded by the other person's excessive body temperature, and felt her wrists burning hot.

She frowned and lowered her head to look at the place where she was being held, but Sheng Mo Shu's hand quickly retracted her hand.

"Ms. Ning seems to be very impatient. I haven't finished speaking yet."

Ning Yan started to get impatient. She couldn't figure out what the man in front of her wanted to do. He brought her here just to ask a bunch of questions. He might as well let her fight like just now. It was really boring.

"Let the fart go."

Ning Yan's four words were concise and meaningful.

Sheng Moshu stood up. He was a bit taller than her, and he looked down across the tea table.

"While most of the questions have been asked, I have one last question left."

His eyes became softer and softer, with boundless madness hidden in his eyes. He asked in the most gentle and restrained tone possible: "Miss Ning, are you willing to be my fiancée?"