No divorce! Mr. Lu knelt down and coaxed him every night.

Qiao Shiyan looked directly at her, as if he could see her concern and jealousy.

It can be seen that she has him in her heart...

Meng Yan looked at the check on the table.

Watch him spend a lot of money on young girls.

This kind of pampering actually happened when they were in love. At that time, he took care of her thoughts and everything was centered on her preferences. However, after many years, he changed his pampering to another girl.

Meng Yan felt sad.

She thought that she could be sad, but not for too long.

She raised her eyes to look at him and rejected him softly: "Sorry, Mr. Qiao, this is not the Xiangshi Academy of Fine Arts, and I am not a teacher at the Academy of Fine Arts... I can't teach her anything!"

Qiao Shiyan's eyes burned: "Are you angry?"

Meng Yan lowered her eyes: "Why should I be angry! Whoever Mr. Qiao wants to treat well and who he wants to spend a lot of money for are all Mr. Qiao's freedom... It's not my turn to give guidance."

Qiao Shiyan's eyes were all those of a mature man.

He suddenly smiled and said, "I thought you were jealous!"

Then he put the check away.

He stood up and left. He held the doorknob but looked back at her and said softly: "Not long after you left, I ran into Shen Cishu on a blind date. He got married less than a year later! In the past four years, his career has been going smoothly and he has children. ...But Xiaoyan, how are you doing?"

He said this...

Meng Yan suddenly raised her eyes and looked into his unfathomable eyes.

Qiao Shiyan said softly: "We are the only ones who have a hard time!"

He opened the door and left.

That sentence "It's just us, we can't live well" has been echoing in Meng Yan's ears, deafening——

She couldn't help but think of that morning four years ago.

Laurel tree, broken glass palace lantern.

Elder Shen's roar!

Those past events, every frame is heartbreaking...

……

Qiao Shiyan walked out, and Xia Bingqing followed him like a tail. When he opened the car door, she reached out to him: "It's 5000 million!"

"What 5000 million!"

Xia Bingqing licked her little face and squeezed into the car: "I heard it at the door! Are you going to spend 5000 million for me?"

Qiao Shiyan sneered: "That's money for your sister-in-law! Get out of the car!"

Xia Bingqing refused to go down.

Qiao Shiyan opened the car door directly and threw her out of the car.

Xia Bingqing kicked the car door and yelled: "No one wants you anymore! Sister-in-law, cousin, you are really selfish."

The car was in front of her, driving away...

Xia Bingqing cursed.

In the expensive RV, the driver drove steadily and wiped cold sweat: "My cousin is so rude."

Qiao Shiyan snorted: "Satisfying her with anything will only harm her."

He calmed down and dialed Secretary Jin's number.

Secretary Kim answered the phone.

Qiao Shiyan's tone was cold, with a hint of the insouciance of a superior: "Check out that beautiful Director Shen, and find a way to give him some trouble so that he doesn't have time to come out to drink coffee."

Secretary Jin was surprised: "Mr. Qiao, do you mean Shen Dictionary?"

Qiao Shiyan hung up the phone.

Secretary Jin was Qiao Shiyan's confidant, and he could easily detect his boss's intentions, which meant he was serious about it.

She immediately started to do it...

……

That day, at five o'clock in the evening, Shen Cishu was about to get off work with his briefcase in hand.

His secretary came over hurriedly and whispered: "Director, the situation of the development project has changed! Someone has set a trap for us!"

Shen Cishu's eyes were cold, "Who is he? Dare to go against the Shen family?"

The secretary didn't dare to speak.

Shen Cishu looked at him and said softly after a while: "Qiao Shiyan?"

The secretary still didn't dare to say it. You know what happens to little devils when the king of hell fights. That Mr. Qiao could barely tie with Mr. Shen back then, and now he is even more prosperous.

Shen Cishu put down his briefcase.

He lit a cigarette, his gentle and fair face filled with light blue smoke.

After a long while, he said softly: "Contact Section Chief Zhang for me! Just tell him that I will treat him to dinner, and we will make an appointment at the club last time! By the way... bring a box of the red wine I brought back from France last time."

The secretary nodded, "Okay, director."

into the night.

On the bustling streets of city b, Shen Cishu vomited on the street. The secretary encouraged him: "Next time, you can't drink like this. If Mr. Shen finds out about it, he will be held accountable!"

Shen Cishu held on to the railing: "Let him know what to do!"

He straightened up and stumbled into the car.

Things haven't been settled yet,

But he didn't want to use the connections of the Shen family. He knew in his heart that this was Qiao Shiyan's trick for him. If he asked his family to help, wouldn't he, Shen Cishu, be a worthless waste?

He didn't want others to look down on him, especially her.

The car drove into Shen's house and Shen Cishu looked drunk when he entered the bedroom.

He didn't take off his clothes and lay directly on the big bed.

Zhao Jingwan took off his shoes, socks and coat, and twisted a hot towel over. She said softly: "You should have a certain degree of social control. How can you drink like this? If the old man sees it, he will scold him."

Shen Cishu grabbed her hand.

He held her hand tightly and placed it in front of him. He closed his eyes and his handsome face was stained with red. He whispered in a low voice——

"I'll buy a house and you and Jinfan will live there."

"I'm taking care of my sister-in-law, what's wrong with that?"

……

Zhao Jingwan was stunned.

She tried her best to pull her hand away, but her husband held him tightly and she couldn't pull away at all.

There was something clear in the corner of Shen Cishu's eyes.

His young face was full of pain: "Why can't I do it? Tell me, why can't I do it? Have you forgotten all about the days when you were in the Shen family?"

Zhao Jingwan raised her head and tried her best to suppress her tears.

But she couldn't help it.

She slapped her husband, her voice trembling and disappointed: "Shen Dishu, open your eyes and see who I am?"

Shen Cishu rested on the snow-white pillow.

He saw his wife under the lamp, with tears on her face.

No matter how much wine you drink, you will wake up.

Their eyes met, and he didn't even explain. He just smiled bitterly and said, "You know? That's fine, I don't need to pretend anymore!"

Zhao Jingwan slapped her again.

Her whole body was trembling: "Shen Cishu, are you crazy?"

Shen Cishu blinked lightly and murmured: "I have been crazy for four years!"

After he finished speaking, he curled up and felt pain all over his body.

He was born with everything.

He was born into a noble family, but he had never hated his origin so much. If his surname was not Shen and he was not from the Shen family, he could express his emotions enthusiastically without having to suppress them so painfully...

Once, he thought she would always be at the Shen family.

She was painting in the room, and he was reading a book on the sofa nearby. He didn't need to say a word, he just needed to see her side face occasionally...