my affection he doesn't deserve

Chapter 101 Married, no date

"Wen Ning—"

Shen Sihan got out of the car and walked to the front of the BMW in a few steps.Without any cover, he could see clearly - she was Wen Ning.

"Wen Ning?"

The woman put her hand on the car door and laughed, "Hey, pretending to recognize the wrong person, this ancient method of striking up a conversation is still being used."

With a bright smile, she raised her slender hand and shook it at the man outside the window—there was a platinum ring on her ring finger.

"Married, no appointment."

After the voice fell, the car backed up a few steps, turned outside, and drove away.

She doesn't know him?
Or, did he really admit the wrong person?

Shen Sihan stared blankly at the car gradually going away, the sudden surprise came to nothing, his heart was like a roller coaster.

"Help me find a license plate number..."

But he still didn't want to let go of any possibility.

In less than half an hour, the information he wanted was sent to his mobile phone.

[Name: Qin Yelan, female, 27 years old, from Kyoto, a well-known designer, was hired by University A two months ago as a teacher of the Design Department of University A. 】

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Qin Yelan returned to the small apartment he had rented near University A, changed out of his high heels and put on comfortable home clothes, and lay on the sofa to text.

Qin Yelan: [Sister, you are awesome, congratulations on getting No.2/Scattering Flowers]

Little Lemon: [I lost. 】

Facing the phone, Qin Yelan said in a voice: [Ahem, cough, have you ever heard an old saying: Excessive modesty is equal to underplaying. 】

Qin Yelan often shares some design-related knowledge on the Internet, and is a well-known "Mr. Qin" on the Internet.This little lemon is one of her 'students'.

She has personally witnessed the progress of Little Lemon from immature techniques to smooth and smooth. She can guarantee that in time, Little Lemon will become the most dazzling star in the design world.

Little Lemon: [But I want to be No.1. 】

Qin Yelan thought for a while, 【Well, next time, you will definitely get No.1. 】

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Shen Sihan drove back to Yunhai Villa, before the car entered, a big white dog galloped over to meet him.

Shen Sihan took the gift from the car and walked in, and Aunt Lan came up to him and took his coat.

"Sir, I'm back so early today."

"Ah."

Shen Sihan nodded, and went up to the rightmost room on the second floor with the gift in his hand.

Pushing open the door, the colorful paintings all over the room come into view.In front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a small easel with an unfinished painting on it.

On the floor in the middle, all kinds of paints, papers and pens were scattered. A little girl was sitting on the floor. Her princess dress was covered with all kinds of paints. She ignored it completely, and stared at her hand with two big eyes like black grapes. of pigments.

"Little Lemon, Dad brought you a gift." Shen Sihan squatted in front of her, and gave her the carefully prepared gift.

"It's just No.2." Little Lemon lowered her head and continued to make her own paint.

"No.2 is also great, besides, my little lemon is only five years old, and he has won so many grown-ups at the age of five..."

Shen Sihan gently comforted his daughter, her daughter inherited his strong temper, and wanted to be the first in everything, he was worried that her daughter would get into the wrong place again.

"It's okay, Teacher Xiao Qin said that I can get the first place next time." Little Lemon said lightly.

Is it Teacher Xiaoqin again?

Shen Sihan felt a little pissed, and dared to say that what he said was nonsense.He said that no matter how much it is, it can't compare to the online celebrity who doesn't even show his face and only shows off his skills.

"Don't paint today, you can see that the hair is full of paint. Dad will take you to wash your hair and change your clothes."

Shen Sihan carried Little Lemon to the bathroom, carefully washed her hair, and put on new clothes.

Who would have thought that Shen Sihan, who turned his hands into clouds and rain in the mall, would return home as a slave to his daughter.

The tidy little girl is like a pure white and flawless porcelain doll.

After taking a bath, the father and daughter gathered around the table to have dinner together.

"Little Lemon, Dad has something to discuss with you. Dad found a new kindergarten and sent you to school, okay?" Shen Sihan asked.

Little Lemon immediately shook her head like a rattle.

Little Lemon has an extremely introverted personality and doesn't like to talk. Except for a few people who are very close to Shen Sihan and Mrs. Lan, she hardly pays attention to others.

When she was three years old, Shen Sihan tried to send her to kindergarten. On the first afternoon of sending her, she bit a hole in the arm of a classmate because the boy wanted to sit with her.

The Shen family has plenty of money to pay for private tutors, Shen Sihan is not worried about her learning problems, but he is worried that the child will keep out of contact with others, will be out of touch with society, and will suffer from autism.

Seeing his daughter's reluctance to go to school, Shen Sihan was helpless.

For so many years of ups and downs in the business world, there have been hundreds of ups and downs, but Shen Sihan was helpless only with his daughter.

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At 12:[-] in the middle of the night, in the Nirvana Bar, Qiao Mixia's celebration banquet ended, and she sent off her friends who came to congratulate her. She stood at the intersection and waited for the next taxi.

A million-dollar car stopped in front of her, the window was lowered, and Lu Chengjing's noble figure came into view.

"boarding."

Qiao Mixia didn't hesitate, and sat in the co-pilot openly.

After the car drove for a while, Lu Chengjing asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go home." Qiao Mixia said calmly, as if sitting next to her was her driver, not her boss.

The car drove steadily and was silent all the way until the car entered the community where Qiao Mixia lived.

Lu Chengjing slowed down and broke the silence, "Congratulations."

"Thank you." Qiao Mixia replied.

"Is this the only thing left between us?"

Qiao Mixia's eyes flashed ridicule, "Besides politeness, there are orders and obedience between us."

Lu Chengjing choked in his heart, "Xia Xia..."

"Boss Lu, my house is here. Please stop the car." Qiao Mixia didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

The car stopped, and Qiao Mixia unbuckled her seat belt.

"Thank you Mr. Lu for sending me back. I wanted to go to the company tomorrow to talk about it, but choosing a day is worse than hitting the day..."

"Mr. Lu, this is my resignation application. The work handover materials have been sorted out and stored in my office computer."

Qiao Mixia took out a resignation letter and a bank card directly from her bag.

"There are 500 million in the card, which was lent to me by Mr. Lu at the beginning, and returned to Zhao. Thank you Mr. Lu for his 'cultivation' in the past five years."

Qiao Mixia used the accent on the word 'cultivation', repeatedly wanting to crush the word.

Lu Chengjing looked at her resolutely, "Xia Xia, not everything is black or white, I'm in a high position, and I'm in charge of the overall situation."

With a crisp sound, Qiao Mixia threw something in her hand on the windshield.

"For your overall situation, push me into the fire pit. Seven years ago, it was obviously Tintin who copied me, and five years ago, it was obviously Tintin who set the fire. Why should I sacrifice for your overall situation?"

"Lu Chengjing, I don't want to be that pawn in your overall situation that you control at will."

"The five-year contract expires, Lu Corporation, and you have nothing to do with me."

boom--

Qiao Mixia slammed the car door and left without looking back.

Looking at her resolute back, Lu Chengjing felt an indescribable anguish in his heart!

(End of this chapter)