Chapter 3 She always has the capital to make mistakes
Her hand was held and Mingzhu looked up.
It fell on Sheng Yuan's young and noble face.
The impatience between his brows almost overflowed.
Those eyes that were once filled with tenderness now looked a little cold and distant.
Mingzhu didn't know what kind of mood she was in when she returned to the car.
Maybe I vaguely noticed it.
Now in front of Sheng Yuan, she no longer has the qualifications to be arrogant and be favored forever.
"Ma'am, are you going home directly?"
After a long silence, the driver asked politely.
The driver's voice jolted her out of her thoughts.
"go..."
Mingzhu was about to speak.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a familiar black Maybach slowly driving towards the company entrance.
Mingzhu recognized it almost at first sight. It was the car that Sheng Yuan often drove.
Mingzhu unconsciously moved closer to the car window.
Pressing your fingertips on the glass leaves a little mist.
She tried to see more clearly.
Sheng Yuan was still in the office, so who was this car picking up?
If it is a corporate client.
The company will arrange a special car for pick-up and drop-off, and will not use Sheng Yuan’s private car at all.
The car was not going fast, it was just that the anti-peeping function was too good.
Mingzhu opened her eyes wide and looked very carefully.
I could only vaguely see a blurry figure in the back seat of the car.
"Who is..."
A very low whisper.
The driver didn't hear clearly and asked again, "What did you say, ma'am?"
There were not many cars parked at the gate, and the car slowly stopped at the company gate.
In this direction, Mingzhu can clearly see the entire situation.
The car door opened, and a young but extremely pure and beautiful girl got out from the back seat.
He is estimated to be around twenty years old.
Wearing a beautiful long skirt and a simple high ponytail.
Her unmade-up face is full of collagen that only youth can have.
She tilted her little face up and smiled so hard that her teeth were showing.
Even Mingzhu had to admit that she was a youthful, innocent and lovely girl.
If the girl hadn't gotten out of her husband's car.
Mingzhu might appreciate this vigor.
But a woman's sixth sense told her.
This girl has a special relationship with Sheng Yuan.
Mingzhu was actually very reluctant to believe it.
But that car belonged to Sheng Yuan, and it was Xiao Cheng who went to pick someone up.
The girl looked like she had just started college.
It is unlikely that he came to the company to discuss business.
Nowadays, there are very few people who are qualified to be picked up by Sheng Yuan personally.
Excluding official business, it can only be a private matter.
What kind of private affairs could there be with a girl in her twenties?
You can’t blame Mingzhu for having a preconceived notion.
After all, there are too many such things in the upper class.
The girl followed Xiao Cheng and disappeared step by step into the company lobby.
The front desk clerk didn't stop me, as if they were used to it.
Mingzhu looked in the direction they disappeared, and no one knew what she was thinking.
The driver's eyes widened, and it was obvious that he also realized that it was the boss's car.
A young and beautiful girl got out of the boss's car, and the boss's wife witnessed the whole process.
This made him very nervous for a moment, as he had been a driver for many rich people.
Ask yourself.
Sheng Yuan was the most self-disciplined and loyal rich man he had ever met.
For many years, the boss lady was the only one around me.
Counting the time silently.
Mingzhu felt that if the girl had not been delayed, she should have arrived at Sheng Yuan's office by now.
Her beautiful knuckles tapped rhythmically on the armrest of the leather seat.
Mingzhu suddenly laughed.
Her mother died early, and no one taught her how to deal with her husband's infidelity.
But Mingzhu still opened the car door and stood in the sun again.
Living in a wealthy family, there are very few marriages based on love.
Most of them are superficially close but actually distant, and each plays his own game.
This has even become the norm.
Mingzhu didn't know whether she should take this step.
Perhaps once this step is taken, everything in the past will be broken.
But in the end, she chose to move forward.
Grandpa told her.
Nothing in this world is more important than her happiness.
If something makes her unhappy, then don't do it.
Thanks to her wealthy family background, she always has the capital to try and make mistakes.
When the elevator door to the top floor opened, the secretaries looked at her in surprise, not understanding why she came back.
Xiao Cheng was waiting by the door. When he saw Mingzhu, he lowered his head and called out, "Madam!"
Before anyone could react.
Mingzhu pushed open the heavy red-painted wooden door of the office.
What caught my eye was the figures of a man and a woman sitting very close to each other on the sofa.
It seemed like they were talking about something interesting.
The man's stern brows relaxed.
It was a gentle look that Mingzhu had not seen in a long time.
Sheng Yuan relaxed all over and leaned comfortably on the sofa.
The gentle smile on his face froze when he saw Mingzhu appear.
The girl noticed that the atmosphere was a little tense and looked up.
The innocent and clear almond-shaped eyes looked confusedly at Mingzhu who was standing at the door.
Mingzhu didn't know what she was thinking now.
The scene was relatively normal, and no one was doing anything out of the ordinary.
But Mingzhu did not feel relieved.
She had made preparations and was just waiting for the final blow.
It was a little different from what she had imagined, and she actually felt a little regretful.
"What are you doing back here?"
Sheng Yuan spoke calmly, without any guilt.
He took out another cigarette from the cigarette box on the coffee table and lit it with lazy and slow movements.
Very light white smoke was gently exhaled from his mouth.
Behind the curling white smoke, his eyes were dim and unclear.
Mingzhu clearly saw admiration and respect in the girl's eyes as she looked at Sheng Yuan.
The girl is pregnant with spring.
She looked at Sheng Yuan again, compared to the rebellious and flamboyant him in his early twenties.
Today, Sheng Yuan is mature and reserved, with tall height, long legs, and sharp eyes.
The muscular figure wrapped in the haute couture suit exudes a vigorous hormone atmosphere.
Being both handsome and rich, he is indeed attractive enough to any member of the opposite sex.
The reason she chose to marry Sheng Yuan was largely because he had a sufficiently superior face.
Mingzhu walked closer, looked down at them, and said lightly, "I'm not doing anything."
"Hello, Auntie."
The girl spoke innocently, her voice as clear and sweet as an oriole.
Mingzhu nodded secretly, as expected of Sheng Yuan, he really knew how to enjoy himself.
But if it weren't for what the girl said, Mingzhu would have felt provocative and had low emotional intelligence.
Maybe she wouldn't be so impulsive.
"Auntie?" Mingzhu's fingertips trembled as she touched the corners of her eyes.
It is true that fine lines have appeared, but it is definitely not to the extent that college students would call me "Auntie".
The girl nodded seriously.
She could sense that the lady before her was old.
The food Mingzhu brought was still on Sheng Yuan's desk and had not been taken away yet.
She walked over quickly.
She picked up Sheng Yuan's favorite soup, which she had specially asked Aunt Liu to cook.
Before either of them could react.
A bowl of still warm soup was poured onto Sheng Yuan's expensive suit.
Sheng Yuan lowered his head in disbelief, looked at his clothes, and exhaled the cigarette that was extinguished by the soup.
The girl next to him stood up hurriedly, took out a napkin and wiped Sheng Yuan's body roughly.
"Mr. Sheng, Mr. Sheng, are you okay?"
Mingzhu watched this scene with no expression on her fair and beautiful face.
I even felt it was a pity that the soup was wasted.
"You, you, are you crazy? Why did you spill the soup on Mr. Sheng? Who are you?"
The girl stamped her feet in anger.
Sheng Yuan stretched out his hand and pushed the girl in front of him away. His face was still greasy from the oil, and a few strands of hair hung down.
The soup dripped down his jawline, and his narrow eyes were almost spitting fire.
Sheng Yuan stood up, spat fiercely to the side, gnashing his teeth, "Mingzhu!"
Mingzhu looked up at him without giving in, not wanting to be outdone.
Sheng Yuan raised his hand high and looked at Mingzhu's face.
Mingzhu's pupils trembled in disbelief.
"You want to hit me?"
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