The domineering president's barbaric wife

Wen Beilin finished, Leng Mohan put the cup in his hand on the square tea table in front of him, "Mr. Wen, since you and Miss Bai have been married, why don't you put down your hatred and live a good life with her?" Speaking of this, Leng Mohan looked up at Wen Beilin and said with deep meaning: "besides, as I can see, Miss Bai seems to be very nice to you."

"Mr. Leng, what's IELTS like? Let's not say for a moment, my combination with her was wrong from the beginning. There are many ways for her to get me, but she chose the wrong way... In this case, she and I are doomed to be impossible. " Wen Beilin said absolutely, and everywhere his eyes went, it turned into ice and snow.

Leng Mohan didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing what Wen Beilin said, he asked: "Mr. Wen, don't blame me for my bad words. You deal with the Bai family because of your elder brother. What do you want me to do for you to deal with the Bai family?"

The time is getting closer and closer to the half hour agreed by Wen Beilin and Shen Xiaonian.

The trade between Leng Mohan and Wen Beilin gradually reached the high tide stage.

Today's venue and time do not allow three people to have a deep discussion, so when the three people reach an agreement on one aspect, the conversation will stop.

Towards the end, Wen Beilin got up from his chair and was ready to send Leng Mohan downstairs. But when I look back, I find that Leng Mohan is still sitting on the chair. Wen Beilin turned his head and saw that Mr. Shen, who was sitting opposite him, was quiet.

Seeing this, Wen Beilin understood something. Although he didn't know much about Leng Mohan's relationship with master Shen, he still knew a little about it. Seeing their actions like this, I think they have something personal to talk about. So, wisely, Wen Beilin said goodbye to Leng Mohan and master Shen: "master Shen, Mr. Leng, I still have some private affairs, so I'll go first. Please forgive me. "

Mr. Shen waved his hand and said that you are welcome. Leng Mo Han also looked up and nodded to Wen Beilin.

After Wen Beilin left, the atmosphere in the study began to become very quiet. For a moment, in addition to the sound of the cup cap and the cup, there was only the breathing sound of the two people from time to time.

Leng Mohan wanted to make a quick decision, so he didn't play Taiji with Shen Changhe any more. He went round the circle and began to talk. Then he went straight to the topic: "Mr. Shen, we both understand each other, so I won't play word games with you."

Shen Changhe nodded and replied, "Mr. Leng, just say what you want to say and ask what you want to ask. Our two families will have a cooperative relationship in the future. It's time to solve the internal misunderstanding. "

Seeing that Shen Changhe was sensible, Leng Mohan was not polite. He said directly, "look at Shen's work and behavior, it's not like the kind of person who will drive his granddaughter out of the house."

Shen Changhe shook his head and sighed. Then he said in a trance, "Mr. Leng, you can't judge a person by his appearance. In those days, it was I who drove Xiaonian away."

Leng Mohan asked, "why?"

Shen Changhe shook his head and said nothing.

I don't know why, Leng Mohan suddenly remembered a word that the Secretary had said to him.

"Mr. Leng, when Miss Shen married you, it was because chairman Leng asked. The reason... Is to investigate the truth of the death of her mother Lanting and her grandfather LAN Guoxian. "

The truth of Shen Xiaonian's mother and grandfather's death?

Leng Mohan still remembers the rumor that Shen Xiaonian's mother was abused by her father and then committed suicide. Is there any other secret about this?

Leng Mohan thought for a while, then changed another question and continued to ask: "Shen Xiaonian's mother was really abused by Shen Shilin in that year?"“ you 're right. At that time, Shilin was deeply hurt by Lanting. When he came back to find her, he basically lost his mind, so for a moment, his hands and feet didn't matter Shen Changhe didn't say much. As soon as he mentioned a little, he stopped.

"In those days, Shen Xiaonian's mother really committed suicide because of abuse?"

Shen Changhe nodded his head without hesitation and said, "I killed myself. I cut my wrist."

"Dead?"

Shen Changhe: "dead."

Cold Mo Han nods, he thinks, he knows the answer.

The outer hall on the first floor of Shen's Mansion

Chen Aihua praised Shen Xiaonian's beauty, which Shen Xiaonian didn't expect at the beginning. However, Shen Xiaonian thinks it doesn't matter. Since someone praises her, according to the etiquette, she just needs to accept: "thank you, Miss Chen. However, Miss Chen has been radiant recently. "

Shen Xiaonian's remark is not a lie.

Maybe it's because Chen Aihua had some beauty injections recently. Today, I see that the skin on her face is delicate and ruddy. I really can't see that she is over 50 years old.

Chen Aihua smiles, then turns to her side and picks up the two glasses of wine at the top of a wine tower. One is handed to Shen Xiaonian, and the other is held in her hand to play with: "Miss Shen, I don't know if you can give me a face and have a drink with me? Recently, as you know, there are a lot of things that annoy me, and I'm busy, so I have to take this time and place to talk to you. "

Shen Xiaonian looked at the red wine in front of him and thought: Yes, I don't like drinking too much. If I don't, it just gives Chen Aihua a chance to turn over?

Life is not imagination. Because it doesn't send an angel from above to save you when you want someone to help you.

Shen Xiaonian looked at the wine in front of him. He struggled for a long time. At last, he had no choice but to reach out and take it over: "thank you, Miss Chen."

"Come on, let's have a drink." Chen Aihua still smiles and says something that people can't refuse.

Shen Xiaonian touched the cup with the cup in Chen Aihua's hand, put it to his mouth, and then sipped it lightly. Shen Xiaonian frowned. This red wine, like the taste in memory, is astringent but sweet. Two kinds of taste, not clear is astringent much, still sweet much, ancient strange.

Just when Shen Xiaonian was still sighing about the strangeness of red wine, Chen Aihua's moves dropped quietly, without any sign: "I don't know that Miss Shen and his granddaughter are old friends?"

Shen Xiaonian was stunned and didn't react until quite a long time later.