"Where's the cake I want?!" Shen Qingyue sat on the sofa, panting slightly, and yelled angrily at the servant outside.
The servant cautiously came to Shen Qingyue and said bravely: "All the masters responsible for making pastries are temporarily unavailable."
"No time? You don't even have time to make a cake, so why invite them here to eat?!" Shen Qingyue roared angrily.
"It's the third young master..."
Shen Qingyue's face turned even more ugly.
She has not forgotten who the anger she has been getting for the past two days came from!
Shen Qingyue walked quickly to the kitchen with a belly full of anger.
At this moment, Shen Qingfeng was gesticulating in the kitchen.
"Are these strawberries sour? Tu Xin doesn't like sour foods, so you don't need to put so much of these dried fruits, just a little bit is enough."
"This look doesn't look good."
"This one is too simple, and the eye colors are too bright. She doesn't like it."
"Brother, what are you doing?" Shen Qingyue asked him with a serious expression.
Shen Qingfeng's attention was focused on those cakes, "It's Tu Xin's birthday in a few days, and I want to prepare a surprise for her."
"You know now that your Tu Xin, you don't have me as a sister in your heart anymore, right?!" Shen Qingyue angrily sat down on the chair next to her.
Seeing this, Shen Qingfeng had to put down what he was holding and asked her, "What's wrong with you?"
Just as Shen Qingyue was about to speak, her phone vibrated. When she opened it, she saw a message from Shen Mingyue.
It's better to settle her matter first.
"Shen Mingyue has returned to China. Do you want to tell your second uncle and the others to take Shen Mingyue back?" Shen Qingyue asked Shen Qingfeng.
Most of Shen Qingfeng's attention was still on the cake. After hearing what Shen Qingyue said, he disagreed, "You can just make a phone call for this kind of thing. It's not a big deal."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Qingfeng stood up immediately and walked quickly to the pastry chef: "Hey, put less lemon juice, she doesn't like sourness."
Shen Qingfeng's careless look made Shen Qingyue's anger no longer suppressed, and she swept all the cake-making things on the table to the ground.
The cakes Shen Qingfeng had carefully prepared, including the cake he had just made when he tried it, were all ruined.
"Shen Qingyue, what are you doing?!" Shen Qingfeng was angry.
"Brother! Tu Xin is just an ordinary person. She is not worthy of you at all. Why do you still spend so much time on her?!" Shen Qingyue roared.
"I don't think it's a big deal! Besides, it's me who is in love with Tu Xin, and I'm the one who wants to marry her. As long as I think it's suitable, that's enough. I don't care about my background!"
It was rare for Shen Qingfeng to express his dissatisfaction to Shen Qingyue, and it was also rare for him to say harsh words to Shen Qingyue.
"You have been obsessed with that vixen! You have lost your sense! Do you think someone like her really loves you? All she loves is your money and your status! You are just like a fool.
Same, I believe this is true love!" Shen Qingyue said angrily, each sentence hurting her heart.
"Enough!" Shen Qingfeng scolded with a sullen face.
"Not enough! As long as I'm here, she can't even think about entering the Shen family's door!!" After saying that, Shen Qingyue swept other things on the table to the ground and left the kitchen with anger all over her body.
Shen Qingfeng looked at the mess on the ground and was so angry that he couldn't speak. He wanted to curse, but also thought that Shen Qingyue was his sister after all. He couldn't get up or get down in one breath, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.
How could she be so ignorant?!
Shen Qingfeng looked at Shen Qingyue's leaving figure, his eyes filled with blame.
Looking at the things on the ground, Shen Qingfeng held in his breath again.
"Clean it up and do it again."
When Mr. Shen came back from his old friend's house, he heard about this and couldn't help frowning and shaking his head.
What does this look like?
There was a hint of dissatisfaction with Shen Qingyue in my heart.
Because of this, he wanted to see Qiao Simu even more.
Thinking this way, and doing the same thing, I immediately called Qiao Simu and invited her to come and have a little gathering.
Qiao Simu agreed to Mr. Shen's invitation without much hesitation.
After hanging up the phone, Qiao Simu looked at Situ Qing who was devouring food in front of him, "I just asked you to help me keep an eye on it. Why do you look like you haven't eaten for several days?"
"She can run so well, so we can't keep an eye on her. If she is somewhere else, or even goes abroad, wouldn't it be even harder to find her? Then there would be no time to eat." Situ Qing said, taking another big mouthful of noodles.
"Why is your refrigerator so empty and there is no food? Or you should just take me out for a good meal." Situ Qing said in disgust as he ate the noodles quickly.
Qiao Simu twitched his lips: "Brother, look at what time it is now. Who would have thought that you would come at this time? Besides, I don't want to go out now. It's so comfortable to lie down at home."
"Lazy!" Situ Qing complained.
Qiao Simu snorted. What's wrong with being lazy? She just couldn't be bothered to act confidently.
After Situ Qing finished eating the noodles, he finally felt a little full in his stomach and burped in an indistinct manner: "By the way, I checked and found that Shen Mingyue has not been in contact with Tong Yan in the past few days."
"No contact?"
"No."
Qiao Simu fell into deep thought.
"The last time the two of them contacted was when Tong Yan successfully escaped, but they never contacted each other again."
Qiao Simu twitched his lips and asked, "You mean, it was Shen Mingyue who helped Tong Yan escape last time?"
But why does she think this is even more unreliable than Tong Yan's own plan to escape?
Situ Qing subconsciously asked: "Can that silly Baitian plan such a plan?"
"Then keep checking and keep on guard." Qiao Simu rubbed his brows helplessly.
"Oh, by the way, this is what I just met An Yun downstairs. He said you asked him to prepare something." Situ Qing took out a thick document.
"You've been here for so long, and now you want to give it to me?!" Qiao Simu glared at Situ Qing.
Situ Qing retorted confidently: "I help you run errands, and you give me a bowl of noodles. If you want me to continue working, at least let me fill my stomach first!!"
Qiao Simu: "..."
Situ Qing watched Qiao Simu take out a thick document from the document bag and moved it curiously: "What are these?"
"Part of my assets." Qiao Simu said quietly.
Situ Qing: “………………”
The eyes he looked at Qiao Simu changed, and he silently took two steps back, then took out his phone and clicked on the calculator.
"What are you doing?"
Situ Qing said seriously: "I think the salary you gave me should be increased? I think I am worth this amount."
Qiao Simu kicked him over: "Give me a raise! Your shares in the company are only 1% less than mine! What kind of salary do you want?!"
Situ Qing curled his lips and put away his phone: "You are fine, why do you suddenly ask An Yun to sort out your assets? You must not have cancer. You are not going to die soon. Do you want to make a will?"