On that day, the girl looked cold, her behavior was lazy and expensive, cold as green, and with fatal temptation.

    Nangong brocade suddenly had an idea in her mind.

    It seems quite good to marry such Shen Wanqing.

    Nangong Yan is the father of Nangong brocade. He simply glanced at Nangong brocade and understood what he thought.

    Your father or your father.

    "Now Shen Wanqing is in charge of the whole Shen family. She has all the shares in her hands and the funds can''t be underestimated. But in the final analysis, she is still a 17-year-old girl and a novice in managing the company. When you get married with her, coax her. Isn''t Shen handy?"

    Nangong Yan thought of something and said contemptuously, "it''s much better than the Xiaoxiao you''re looking for. How can a small family be compared with the Shen family?"

    Nangong Jin didn''t speak when he heard the speech, because he had some suggestions from Nangong Yan in his heart.

    He didn''t know when Shen Wanqing left such a deep impression in his heart.

    The cowardly face left in your memory is gone, only indifferent and precious.

    The indifference aroused Nangong brocade''s desire to conquer.

    He was silent for a moment, suddenly nodded and said, "OK, Dad, I understand."

    Seeing this, Nangong Yan nodded with satisfaction. "Shen Wanqing has always liked you, everyone knows. Now you just move your fingers, be nice to her and be romantic, and she will send it up by herself. Shen, we are bound to get it!"

    "I understand all this, Dad. I won''t let you down!"

    "Good, good." Nangong Yan nodded and then continued: "as for that Xiaoxiao, if you really like it, you can be with Shen Wanqing after you get it."

    Nangong Yan was the first father who offered his son to raise a lover.

    Nangong Yan looked very calm when he spoke, as if he were talking about the weather today.

    Why is it strange for a man in a rich family to have several lovers?

    Nangong brocade looked dim, nodded and left Nangong''s house.

    ……

    And the Shen family here.

    The sound of cooking oil in the Shen family''s kitchen is "Zizi".

    Outside the kitchen, sister-in-law Li is also coming with a thermos. She looks at the snow-white tall and straight figure in the kitchen and bends her eyes with a smile.

    The boy was tall and straight, his shirt was snow-white, his legs lined with Black Loose straight pants were straight and slender, and his feet were on a pair of pink slippers.

    He was wearing an apron, seriously holding chopsticks and holding fried eggs in the pot.

    Jiang Yanci looked gentle, his deep and cold eyes were dyed with a touch of tenderness, and there was a warm color in his eyes.

    The thick and slender eyelashes urge the light drooping of the eyes, gently put them on the eyelids, and the black pupils are half covered.

    The red cinnabar nevus narrowed slightly with the eyes and rose like a phoenix tail and a butterfly.

    Soft and abstinent.

    The side face is more and more soft and approachable.

    When the eggs were fried, the boy happily picked up the corners of his mouth, picked up the pink lunch box on one side, and gently put the love like eggs on the white rice.

    At this time, the spareribs and corn soup cooked on the other side of the stove was better, and the attractive smell came out, which made people''s stomach growl.

    Sister Li came in and handed over the thermos in her hand.

    Jiang Yanci took over and whispered slowly, "thank you, sister-in-law Li."

    Sister Li smiled and said, "young master Jiang, you''re welcome."

    He opened the thermos, scooped the corn soup in the cup into the thermos with a spoon, and scooped in the corn and ribs.

    When the packing was almost the same, Jiang Yanci put down his spoon and said to sister-in-law Li, "I just fried a few more eggs and there are still a lot of corn soup left. If sister-in-law Li doesn''t dislike it, it''ll be lunch."