Chapter 9
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2023-02-20 14:53
"Zihao, the adults are talking. Don't interrupt, kid." Sheng Tian was obviously a little angry.
Ou Ting was the daughter of the Ou family. How could she be insulted by this stinky kid?
Sheng Zihao looked at Jiao Yaqing quietly. At first glance, he had fallen in love with this woman.
Her eyes were very gentle, as if they were filled with maternal love.
Sheng Zhiyu didn't expect his son to speak.
In his impression, his son rarely spoke.
Even with him, his son was a man of few words.
However, her son had said so much for this woman.
Sheng Zhiyu frowned slightly, but in an instant, he became indifferent again.
"Pretty sister, it seems that you are not welcome here!" Sheng Zihao suddenly said.
He glanced at Ou Juan and Ou Ting, and the corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile.
He looked exactly the same as Sheng Zhiyu.
Ou Ting immediately laughed. This guy finally said something more pleasant.
"Yes, you're not welcome here. It's not welcome at all." Ou Ting immediately became proud.
Now that even this child was on her side, how long could she remain arrogant?
Sheng Tian looked at the scene in front of him coldly. He knew Sheng Zihao very well.
Like Sheng Zhiyu, Sheng Zihao never left any leeway for others.
He inherited everything from Sheng Zhiyu, including his cold heart.
Jiao Yuqing touched Sheng Zihao's head. It seemed that she had really failed. Even a child could tell that this place did not welcome her.
"Even if everyone doesn't welcome me, it's enough to have one." As soon as she finished speaking, Jiao Yuqing looked at Sheng Zhiyu and looked at him with a calm smile.
Sheng Zhiyu took Jiao Yuqing's little hand and stood up from his seat.
He gave her a gentle smile, and his eyes were full of tenderness.
At this moment, she seemed to be the only one in his eyes.
Jiao Yaqing looked at Sheng Zhiyu. How could his eyes be so gentle? Could he pretend to be more like her?
If she pretended a little more, she would mistake it for real.
"If you are not welcome here, it means that you don't welcome me. Let's go together." Sheng Zhiyu's tone was unusually gentle.
He took Jiao Yaqing's little hand and walked out with a diameter as if there was no one around him.
Ou Ting suddenly ran over and circled her arms around Sheng Zhiyu's waist from behind.
"Yu, don't go!"
She liked Sheng Zhiyu. From the moment she saw him when she was a child, she had fallen in love with him.
She had been willing to give birth to a baby for him, but he had found someone else.
Sheng Zhiyu narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiao Yaqing.
Should she pretend to be jealous at this time? After all, he was her man now!
Jiao Yaqing was stunned. "She still wants me to pretend?"
She didn't want to pretend, but all of a sudden, she saw Sheng Zhiyu's slender fingers reaching out two fingers.
"What does he mean? Give me 2,000 yuan as a reward?"
Thinking of this, Jiao Yuqing gritted her teeth. "Just pretend. Anyway, I'm fighting for money."
"Miss, don't you know it's immoral to hold someone else's boyfriend? His body can only be touched by me." Jiao Yuqing said meaningfully.
Ou Ting was furious. What did it mean that she could only touch his body? Was Sheng Zhiyu her exclusive man?
"Yu, if she can give it to you, I can also give it to you." Speaking of this, Ou Ting glared at Jiao Yaqing.
Wasn't it just a body? She thought that her martial arts in bed would not be worse than that of Jiao Muqing.
Jiao Yuqing resisted the urge to laugh.
Did this woman want to have sex with him because she was not satisfied? How could it be so obvious?
"I can die for him. Can you do that?" Jiao Yuqing suddenly said.
Her words were like a bomb, shocking everyone's heart.
Even Sheng Zhiyu, who was still in Ou Ting's arms, had a strange look in his eyes.
This woman's reaction was always beyond his expectation. It was really interesting.
Ou Ting was also shocked. Death was a terrible word for rich people.
She didn't even know where she would put her money after her death.
Sheng Zhiyu took the opportunity to push away Ou Ting's hand and took Jiao Yuqing's hand to leave quickly, ignoring the angry roar behind him.