Chapter 11 Threat

Author: Digging wild vegetables

Chapter 11 Threat

Shen Yao picked up the water glass on the table and took a big sip, Quan Dang emboldened herself, and then boldly coordinated the conflicts in the live broadcast room.

"Don't make the problem so complicated." Shen Yao hesitated for a while, organizing the words in her mind, "There is nothing wrong with everyone's opinions. Everyone's sensitivity to language is different. Don't worry about this trivial matter. Compare it."

Since Shen Yao spoke out, the live broadcast room has become a lot quieter, but there are still some arguments in twos and threes, but they were quickly washed away.

After this incident, Shen Yao no longer had any intention of continuing the live broadcast, and after chatting with fans for a few words, she scrawled off the broadcast.

*

In the Dongcheng Hotel, a magnificent chandelier hangs high, and wine bottles and broken dishes are scattered on the ground. The green plants in the corner of the room are soaked in the strong smell of alcohol, and the green leaves are drooping, losing their former glory. Spirit.

"Mr. Jin, please take a closer look. The girl in this live broadcast room is my daughter." Shen Baicheng bent down and held the phone so that Jin Minghui could see the screen.

"She has a live broadcast today, so she really can't leave." Shen Baicheng explained dryly, for fear of offending this noble man, "Next time, I will definitely come next time, and I will ask that girl to pour you a drink to apologize! "

Jin Minghui looked unhappy after being let go. He was about to tell Shen Baicheng to get out, but he accidentally glanced at the screen of his mobile phone.

The daughter born to old man Shen Baicheng is actually beautiful, pure and lovely, just like a female college student who has just graduated. Look at that waist, it can be broken with just one force, right?

Still in the kitchen? You know how to cook, you are a good wife and mother!

Jin Minghui's previous dissatisfaction was wiped away, and he suddenly became interested. He took Shen Baicheng's arm, leaned close to him and whispered: "Brother, you know me. As a man, once you get married, No more freedom."

"but."

Jin Minghui's tone suddenly rose an octave, frightening Shen Baicheng.

He patted Shen Baicheng's chest and smiled obscenely: "Your daughter is different. Your daughter is suitable for marriage."

The two looked at each other and laughed together.

In just one drinking party, Shen Yao's marriage was decided without her knowledge. In Shen Baicheng's heart, anyone can be a tool for his gain and a weight for his success.

While Jin Minghui was leaving the table, Hou Cuicui approached Shen Baicheng and whispered: "Old Shen, why don't you let that girl be with Chen Yiqian? If that girl can trap him, let's blow it over there. If you blow the wind, you might be able to ensnare Qianzhou."

idiot.

Shen Baicheng leaned back in his chair, looking at this stupid woman with more and more disgust. If her family hadn't made a little fortune in the early years, how could he have married such a woman in the first place?

Before Mr. Meng died, he was thinking of trapping Qian Zhou. Has her brain grown to her heels?

As for Chen Yiqian, his position as chairman will definitely not be in prison. When the serious heir is a few years older, won’t he Chen Yiqian have to give up the position obediently? A shabby tailor who makes wedding dresses for others must be mentally ill. Put the treasure there.

"Speak quickly!" Seeing that Shen Baicheng didn't speak for a long time, Hou Cuicui reached out to his waist and twisted it hard.

Shen Baicheng was so drunk that he lost all thought of coaxing Hou Cuicui, and slapped her to the ground. There was a bit of contempt in his eyes: "Just teach our son well, and you can take care of the rest."

"Hey, why is Mrs. Shen on the ground?"

Just as Hou Cuicui was about to get angry, she saw that Jin Minghui had come back from the bathroom, so she had to suppress her anger and wait until she got home before she would explode again.

Shen Baicheng stepped over Hou Cuicui, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for Jin Minghui: "She dropped it without paying attention. Ignore her, Mr. Jin, let's continue talking."

Jin Minghui glanced at Hou Cuicui on the ground and smiled. The flesh on his face trembled up and down. He put his hand on Shen Baicheng's back and patted her: "Don't worry, I will definitely be there when your daughter marries me." Young Master Meng will give you some kind words, and when the time comes, Young Master Meng will get Qian Zhou back, and we will make a fortune together!"

Jin Minghui breathed a sigh of relief and blew out the smoke ring in his mouth: "Brother, I won't stay much longer today. I have something to do and I have to leave early. You don't need to keep me." After a while, there was a small model waiting for him, but he couldn't make an appointment for the first time. It makes people wait for too long.

Even if his future son-in-law called him brother, and he was a generation behind, Shen Baicheng had no intention of correcting him, and just sent him out the door with a smile.

He looked at Hou Cuicui who was collapsed on the floor and couldn't stop crying. There was no pity in his eyes, and he took out a pack of cigarettes and put it in his mouth.

There is no problem with Jin Minghui, but that dead girl Shen Yao is still a tough nut to crack. She is almost carved from the same mold as her mother. She is stubborn. If such a good marriage fell on her, she would probably be in her mouth. Probably not even a thank you.

He thought for a while, took out his phone and sent another message to Shen Yao.

【Come to the cafe tomorrow and talk about your mother.】

Using her sick mother as an excuse, Shen Yao can't come out to meet her?

Shen Baicheng snorted coldly, threw the half-burned cigarette to the ground, and stamped out the scarlet fire.

Shen Yao frowned when she saw the message and tightened her hand on the phone.

Ever since her mother divorced Shen Baicheng, she had never heard Shen Baicheng take the initiative to mention his mother. For Shen Baicheng, his mother was an impulsive mistake he made when he was young and a stain that he wanted to erase for the rest of his life.

She didn't care about Shen Baicheng, and she didn't want to play those twists and turns with him, but she couldn't help but care about her mother.

Shen Yao hesitated for a while and sent a message: [What do you want to talk about?]

Shen Baicheng also responded quickly: [You will know when you get here.]

【If you don’t say anything, then I won’t go.】

Shen Yao turned off her phone and returned to the utility room to clean up the mess left after the live broadcast.

She does care about her mother, but she is by no means brainless. No matter how much she hates Shen Baicheng, she still has genes similar to his left in her body.

They have the same characteristics: they don't do anything unless they get benefits, and they don't let go of hawks until they see rabbits.

Shen Baicheng wanted to use his mother's name to deceive her with just empty words. Shen Yao was not that stupid.

There was a ringing sound on the phone. Shen Yao thought it was that old guy Shen Baicheng who was obsessed with evil intentions. Just as she was about to hang up, she saw Sister Zhang clearly displayed on the phone.

Sister Zhang is an old person on the live broadcast platform. She has a personal relationship with Shen Yao on weekdays. Shen Yao was taken care of by her during the live broadcast before, so she respects her very much.

"Hey, sister, why do you have time to call me today?" Shen Yao casually sat down by the bed and greeted Sister Zhang.

Sister Zhang smiled, with a teasing tone in her tone: "Yao Yao needs to take care of me when she's red!"
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