Jiao Muqing looked at the Sheng's villa in front of her. She didn't want to think about it at all, but she was worried about Sheng Zihao in her heart. She wanted to go in and have a look, but she didn't want to meet Sheng Zhiyu. She was struggling at the door.
When Sheng Zihao came back from outside and saw Jiao Yaqing standing at the door, he obviously couldn't believe it. He rubbed his eyes and took a closer look. Sure enough, it was his Aunt Qing.
"Aunt Qing!" Sheng Zihao shouted and rushed to Jiao Yaqing. He had an inexplicable feeling for her, which made him want to get close to her.
Jiao Muqing suddenly turned her head. At this time, Sheng Zihao had already followed her. She chuckled and held Sheng Zihao in her arms.
"Are you okay with your cold?" While talking, Jiao Yaqing's hand was already on Sheng Zihao's forehead. Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and it was no longer burning. At the same time, she breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, Sheng Zhiyu had come back a long time ago. His car had been parked not far away. He had seen what Jiao Yaqing had done just now. The moment he saw her holding Sheng Zihao's forehead, he knew that she really cared about her son.
"Aunt Qing, let's go in." Sheng Zihao took Jiao Yuqing's hand and walked inside. It was not easy for him to see her, so he wouldn't let her leave so easily.
Jiao Yuqing hesitated again. She didn't want to see Sheng Zhiyu at all, but her heart softened when she saw Sheng Zihao's eager eyes.
"Aunt Qing has something else to do. I'll come to see Zihao another day," Jiao Yaqing finally couldn't help but say. After that, she looked elsewhere. She didn't want to see Sheng Zihao's disappointed face.
Sheng Zihao's hand, which was holding Jiao Yuqing's hand, tightened.
"Aunt Qing, do you hate my father very much?" Sheng Zihao couldn't help asking. He could tell that Jiao Yaqing didn't like his father.
When Sheng Zhiyu, who was about to get closer, heard Sheng Zihao's words, he suddenly stopped, as if he wanted to hear the woman's answer. At this time, a trace of expectation rose in his heart.
"I don't hate him, but I don't like him." Jiao Yuqing didn't want to hurt Sheng Zihao's heart, so she said that. In fact, she hated Sheng Zhiyu very much in her heart, and she hated him very much.
Sheng Zhiyu pursed his sexy thin lips tightly. It seemed that he was not satisfied with Jiao Yaqing's words. This woman dared to say that she didn't like him in front of his son. How could she save her face?
Sheng Zihao was about to say something when he suddenly felt a cold look behind him. He looked back in reflex. At that moment, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at that look anymore.
Jiao Yaqing was obviously shocked. She never thought that she would meet Sheng Zhiyu as soon as she came here. She didn't want to see this man at all."
Jiao Muqing looked at Sheng Zihao and finally turned to leave. She really hated Sheng Zhiyu and didn't want to see him at all. Since Sheng Zihao was fine now, she would leave.
"Wait!" Sheng Zhiyu suddenly asked. Although his voice was still cold, it was obvious that he was not angry when he met Jiao Yuqing.
However, Jiao Yaqing didn't intend to stop. "Who does he think he is? Why should I stop when he asks me to?" She proudly walked past Sheng Zhiyu.
Sheng Zhiyu only gave her an elegant smile. He seemed to have guessed that she would not stop.
"Don't you need money?" As expected, what Sheng Zhiyu said made Jiao Yuqing suddenly stop. How could he know that she needed money? Was he investigating her?
Seeing Jiao Yaqing stop, the smile on Sheng Zhiyu's face deepened. As long as she needed money, she would ask him for help.
"Let's talk." Jiao Yaqing suddenly lowered her voice and said. If her father wanted to go out of prison, 10 million was an astronomical figure for her. It was impossible for her to take out so much money, so she wanted to talk to Sheng Zhiyu.
When Sheng Zihao heard that Jiao Yaqing was going to talk to Sheng Zhiyu, he was also happy. He wondered if Auntie Qing would fall in love with his father. She was the first woman brought back by his father.
In the large living room, Sheng Zhiyu was elegantly sitting on the sofa, leaning against it with his long legs crossed. He looked a little lazy, but he was still noble.
Jiao Yaqing sat on the single sofa by the side, feeling a little uneasy, because the sofa was the furthest away from Sheng Zhiyu. Perhaps in her subconscious, she was afraid of Sheng Zhiyu.
"What do you want to talk about?" Sheng Zhiyu asked knowingly. Of course, he knew what Jiao Yuqing wanted to ask. If it weren't for the money, she might not have stayed with him alone.
Jiao Yuqing gritted her teeth and wanted to borrow money from him, but she couldn't say it. She felt a little ashamed and angry.
"I remember Mr. Sheng saying that if I need money, I can ask Mr. Sheng for help." Jiao Yaqing summoned up her courage and said. After she finished speaking, she felt that it would be so easy to say these words.
"Oh?" Sheng Zhiyu raised his heroic eyebrows slightly, looking as if he had not thought of anything. It was as if he was thinking about something.
"But I heard from Miss Jiao that she disliked my money?" He suddenly opened his thin lips. Yes, he would not forget it so easily. She once said that she disliked his money. Now that he thought about it, what she said was still fresh in his memory.
Jiao Yaqing was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that Sheng Zhiyu would say that. He actually bore a grudge. Such a big man should be so narrow-minded. He still remembered what had happened that day.
All of a sudden, the room became quiet. The silence made Jiao Yuqing feel as if she had run away. But for the sake of money, she stayed.
"I was a little excited at that time, so what I said may be out of line. Mr. Sheng, please don't take it to heart," Jiao Yaqing said in a low voice. Since she had something to ask of him, she could only bear it. Only when she was willing to yield could she be a wise person.
Sheng Zhiyu nodded meaningfully. He seemed to be satisfied with Jiao Yuqing's answer, but he did not intend to let her go.
"Of course I don't care. I heard that your father has been in prison for six years. He is really pitiful. If he wants to go out of prison, it seems that he still needs 10 million yuan, right?" Sheng Zhiyu asked calmly, with a trace of complacency in his eyes. Looking at this stubborn woman lowering her voice to him, he was satisfied.
Jiao Yaqing seemed to be able to feel the sarcasm in Sheng Zhiyu's tone, and she hated him even more in her heart.
"Yes, so I want to borrow some money from Mr. Sheng. It's nothing in Mr. Sheng's eyes." Jiao Yuqing suddenly said, with a trace of expectation in her heart. No matter how much she hated him, she needed his money now.
Sheng Zhiyu played with the teacup in his hand. When he heard Jiao Yaqing's words, he raised his head slightly and looked into her eyes.
"Ten million is nothing to me, but why should I give it to you?"
The corners of Sheng Zhiyu's mouth were slightly raised while he was talking, and even his eyebrows seemed to be smiling.
Jiao Yaqing's little hand was still tightly clenched. She knew that he would not give it to her, and she knew that she would be disappointed. After what he had just said, she knew that she could not get the money from Sheng Zhiyu.
"I see. Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Sheng!" Jiao Yuqing turned around gracefully. Since he didn't give her money, she didn't have enough time to waste on him.
"In fact, I can give you money, but I have a condition!" Sheng Zhiyu suddenly said. Speaking of this, he gently took a sip of the tea in his hand. The heat and cold were just right, and he liked the temperature.
Jiao Yaqing had just taken two steps when she heard Sheng Zhiyu's words. She quickly turned around, and her eyes were filled with hope again. "Is he willing to give me money?"
"What condition?" Jiao Yaqing's tone was obviously better. Once she got the money, she could save her father, and she would be inexplicably delighted.
Sheng Zhiyu put down his teacup, suddenly stood up and approached Jiao Yuqing.
Obviously, Jiao Yaqing didn't expect that Sheng Zhiyu would suddenly come to her. She subconsciously took two steps back, and her heart became nervous at this moment. Sheng Zhiyu stopped when he was close to Jiao Yaqing.
Jiao Yaqing seemed to be able to feel the scent of lemon on Sheng Zhiyu's body. It smelled good, but at this moment, it made her very scared.
"Be my lover for a month." He admitted that he was full of interest in her now, but a month was enough to make him lose interest in her, so he bought her for a month with 10 million yuan.
"What?" Jiao Yaqing opened her mouth but didn't say anything in the end. She instinctively took two steps back. At that moment, her expectation disappeared in an instant. She raised her stubborn face and looked straight at Sheng Zhiyu.
"Mr. Sheng, if you are in need of women, you can go to the pub. There should be a lot of women waiting for you there. Yes, a rich and handsome man like him may be surrounded by those women."
Sheng Zhiyu was still approaching Jiao Muqing. This woman was so stubborn that she liked to take advantage of her tongue. He smelled the lily fragrance on her body and couldn't help but think of that night, which made him crazy and obsessed with the night. Her body gave him a feeling that he had never had before and made him obsessed with this body.
"I'm only interested in you." Sheng Zhiyu blew lightly, and the hot breath immediately fell into Jiao Yuqing's ears, making her body couldn't help trembling, and her body couldn't help but tense up.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in Mr. Sheng at all." Jiao Yaqing's tone obviously became a little stiff, with a trace of anger. She wanted to escape from him, but there was no way to retreat, so she could only calm herself down.
Sheng Zhiyu looked at Jiao Yaqing in front of him with an evil smile and suddenly turned to leave in front of her.
Jiao Yuqing felt a flash in front of her eyes, and the pressure in front of her suddenly disappeared. She couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
"In that case, you can go now. But it won't be easy to talk to me next time," Sheng Zhiyu said slowly. He had already sat on the sofa leisurely. He seemed to have expected that Jiao Yaqing would come to him again.