Shen Jisheng is a rare talent among the younger generation of the Shen family. Under his leadership, the Shen family is different today.
In his opinion, Shen Ran's fledgling temptation was just a matter of life and death.
In this port city, except for those at the top, no one dares not to give him some face.
Therefore, after Shen Ran was trapped, she hid in Tibet. Shen Lianqing contacted many people, but no one dared to take her case.
There is a message behind their case: Someone above is trying to get them!
Shen Ran called her sister in a corner of the city in embarrassment, "Sister, have you gone to beg that Mr. Fu?"
"Aran." Shen Lianqing's voice sounded a little disappointed, "When you called, did you just want to tell me this?"
Otherwise? !
Shen Ran's black shoes ran over a mouse on the ground, and her innocent face became haggard and cold because of the accident during this period.
As long as she begs Mr. Fu, will Shen Jisheng dare not let her go?
Even if her sister and Mr. Fu were anything like that, she could become popular in Haishi with the support of Mr. Fu.
"I..." Shen Lianqing held her airs, unable to let go of the dignity cultivated by her parents. She was very hesitant and entangled.
"Aran, Mr. Fu and I are really not familiar with each other. We are just ordinary flower sellers and flower buyers. How can I have the nerve to beg him? Wait, I'm looking. I... I'll find someone willing to help soon." Your lawyer."
Shen Ran sneered, her sister was still so naive, "I know, Shen Jisheng's people have been chasing me anyway, sister, please hurry up and find a lawyer willing to take over, otherwise I will really die."
"Aran." Shen Lianqing exclaimed, "What are you talking nonsense? Isn't it just a financial dispute? Why are you being chased by Shen Jisheng?"
What good thing did she do?
Shen Ran thought of her impulse that day, and there was a hint of regret on her face, but it soon turned into a look of sadness.
Her sister just wants to live. If she doesn't dare to take revenge, then she will!
She doesn't care about reputation or means, as long as she can achieve her goal, she will use it without hesitation.
Shen Lianqing has always been self-pitying and unwilling to face the past. In the past, she was forced to give up her pursuit of money, but now she is still standing on the shore untainted!
She doesn't want to, she wants to——
"Shen Lianqing, I have done something big."
What appears to be a financial dispute is actually much more than that.
She still remembered the sinister look in the man's eyes at the dock as she climbed onto the back of the car and sped away.
He won't let her go.
Shen Lianqing felt resentful and anxious after hearing her description, "Aran, you are really crazy!"
"Sister." Shen Ran's hoarse voice was a little more fragile, "Help me, help me."
…
Shen Lianqing on the other end hung up the phone in silence, her hair fluttering across her delicate brows. She clicked on WeChat and stared at the black panther's profile picture hanging on it for a long time.
Finally, click with your fingertips...
"Hey, woman, what are you doing?" A whirring sound came from her ear. Shen Lianqing was startled and the phone in her hand slipped out.
Zhao Mingchao reached out with his long arm and took back the mobile phone that fell from her hand. He looked down at her from behind and almost held her in his arms with his whole body.
The phone in her hand was returned to her. Seeing that she was still dumbfounded, Zhao Mingchao frowned and said, "I called you over there several times but you didn't answer. Who did you just talk to? What happened?"
Shen Lianqing came back to her senses, lowered her eyelashes, and said with a cold expression, "Thank you, it's okay."
"Hello."
Shen Lianqing broke away from the body temperature next to him and passed by him.
Zhao Mingchao scratched his head and wanted to reach out and grab her hand, but he only caught a strand of her hair. It was soft and smooth like a breeze blowing through his palm, as if he had held it, but when he let go, nothing happened.
*
In a castle full of black roses, Fu Tinghao was sitting on the sofa, with his right leg on the knee of his left leg, his hands folded and resting on his right knee.
The castle was dark purple, with dim yellow lights on the roof, and a black carpet on the ground. There was a person lying on the carpet, his breath weak.
Fu Tinghao raised his eyelids, and the assistant standing at the door beside him threw a handful of white chrysanthemums onto the person on the carpet.
The petals are reddened by the blood that is constantly flowing out, and the white flowers are stained with blood. They look like a work of art unintentionally completed by an artist in the dark classical castle.
"Deal with him." A low and indifferent voice sounded, and the assistant nodded silently.
The door of the confinement was opened, and the light from outside poured in. Fu Tingxiao raised his foot and ran over the red and white petals. His eyes narrowed slightly. The servant standing at the door had already half-kneeled on the ground with a white towel to clean his shoes.
Fu Tinghao took his clothes from another assistant, took out his mobile phone, and stared at the top contact with his silver-grey eyes for so long that his assistant thought something big had happened.
"Mr. Fu?"
"fine."
Fu Tinghao's indifferent brows and eyes rarely showed a trace of relaxation, like a dense mass of ink slowly stretching into an ink painting.
The temperament is calm and restrained.
"You take Shen Lianqing to Langting Waterside Pavilion." He ordered.
The name Shen Lianqing suddenly brought back the assistant's memories of that rainy night. His heart moved, and the expression on his face remained unchanged as he followed the boss's orders numbly.
"yes."
