Ye Ling frowned in pain, she looked at him inexplicably, "Why am I dissatisfied, theoretically, I've been promoted, artist director is more promising than secretary."
She was telling the truth, the artist director's annual salary was several times higher than that of the secretary.
What's more, the artist director still has a share.
Sheng Junlie sneered, and said mockingly, "You can see clearly."
"Boss Sheng trusts me so much, I will work hard and diligently, so as not to let Boss Sheng down."
Ye Ling pretended not to hear the yin and yang in his words, and quickly flattered him, trying not to touch his Ni Lin.
Sheng Junlie heard her speak in a high-sounding manner, he snorted coldly, and let go of the hand that was holding her.
"Going back to Sheng's house at night, what should I say and what should not be said, don't I need to teach you again?"
Ye Ling's heart trembled. Whenever she thought of going back to Sheng's house, she would face being given birth by Mrs. Sheng, and she couldn't stop her stomach cramps.
"I know," Ye Ling bit her lower lip, "but...wouldn't it be good for us to hide it from them?"
Sheng Junlie's face darkened, and a terrible low pressure suddenly exuded from his body, "If you had thought about them, you wouldn't have done such shameless things back then, Ye Ling, why do you think I put up with you for so many years?"
Ye Ling's face was pale, and it was nothing more than murder.
She knew that she had always been a sinner in his eyes, not only because she accidentally lost the child, but also because she had caused a great humiliation to his masculinity.
If killing people is not against the law, he probably wants to cut her into pieces.
In order to get revenge on her, he did not hesitate to endure his nausea and entangled with her for nearly three years.
She lowered her head and tried to force back the tears in her eyes. She said softly, "You don't have to bear it. For a person like me, it would be better if you just treat it like a handful of sand and raise it?"
"I need you to teach me how to do things?" Sheng Junlie could not hide his disgust in his black eyes, and he pressed against her ear, whispering like a devil.
"Ye Ling, you disgust me with him, how could I let you go, let you stay and fly together, you have a good idea!"
Tears rolled down Ye Ling's eyes unexpectedly, she raised her face and looked at him, "Sheng Junlie, have you never believed me?"
Sheng Junlie lowered his eyes faintly, his curled eyelashes blocked the deep emotion in his eyes. He stared at her slender neck, and for a moment, he wished he could break her neck.
This woman made his life a joke.
"I only trust my eyes!" He said firmly.
Ye Ling looked away in embarrassment, as if a big hole had been dug in his heart. If she hadn't gone to the class reunion that day and hadn't drank that glass of wine...
But if it's just if, the thing has already happened, no matter how many times she regrets it, it won't help. She and Sheng Junlie will never return to the peaceful time in the past.
"You, why bother?"
His white moonlight is coming back, since he has already vacated the place beside him, why not just turn her into his ex-wife?
Could it be that his hatred for her has surpassed his love for Jian Yunxi?
How could she, let him be cold-faced Yan Luo, in order to hate her, imprison himself by her side and torture each other?
Sheng Junlie pinched her chin, word by word, like a blunt knife cutting her heart and lungs, "Because you two scumbags and bitches don't deserve happiness!"
Ye Ling whimpered, and the tears fell more urgently.
"Take back your tears!" Sheng Junlie ordered, pinching her chin even harder, his eyes were as cold as a knife, "I'm not dead yet, I don't need you to cry."
Ye Ling was so frightened that tears rolled in her eyes, but she didn't dare to drop another drop. The man's gloomy expression made her frightened, and she couldn't help hiccupping.
Sheng Junlie looked at the fear of him in her eyes, and he was upset for a while, so he withdrew his hand suddenly and strode out of the elevator.
Ye Ling quickly wiped away her tears, and followed quickly.
Sheng Junlie was in a bad mood today. It could be seen from the fact that he couldn't leave his cigarette after getting into the car. The driver was driving in front, and he looked in the rearview mirror from time to time.
"Young Master, smoking is harmful to your health. You should smoke less, and let Madam smell the smoke when you go back, it's time to blame you again." The driver Feng Bo is an old man of the Sheng family, and Sheng Junlie usually respects him very much.
If it were someone else, he would not dare to control him.
Sheng Junlie was sitting in the back seat and puffing, he was very upset, especially the person who upset him was sitting next to him.
He glanced over from the corner of his eye, and Ye Ling huddled by the car door, avoiding him like a snake.
How scary is he?
"Uncle Feng, it's okay, I can't die." Sheng Junlie said lightly.
"Bah, bah, bah, you young people just don't know taboos, and talk about whether you are dead or not all day long, young lady, please persuade young master." Uncle Feng couldn't persuade himself, so he pulled Ye Ling into the water.
Ye Ling glanced at Sheng Junlie in fear, and said slowly: "You, you smoke less, it's not good for your health."
Sheng Junlie has always been used to going his own way, and he especially likes to play against her. Feng Bo asked her to persuade him to smoke less, and he was basically forcing him to smoke himself like a chimney.
She expected that he would not listen to her, and would mock her for asking you to meddle in her own business, but she did not expect him to be obedient and put out the cigarette in the ashtray.
Ye Ling: "..."
So scary!
When had he heard her talk?
Ye Ling stared at him blankly, and suddenly saw him smiling, she felt even more flustered, and he smiled coldly, someone must be in trouble again.
And that person must be her.
Ye Ling huddled himself into a ball, trembling with fear, a man's cold snort suddenly came from his ear, "Here we are, get out of the car."
Only then did Ye Ling realize that the car had parked in the Sheng family's manor, she quickly got out of the car and followed Sheng Junlie to the villa.
Mrs. Sheng came out to welcome him, smelling the pungent smell of smoke from Sheng Junlie's body, she frowned and looked at him with disgust: "Why is the smell of smoke so strong?"
"I just smoked one." Sheng Junlie said lightly.
"Didn't I tell you to quit smoking?" Mrs. Sheng said displeased, "Chuhe and his wife quit smoking and drinking before they got pregnant. Look how beautiful and healthy their baby is."
Sheng Junlie couldn't hear the word "Chu", and there was a word Chuan between his brows, "You like Chu so much, why don't you bring Xiao Liuyi back to raise him?"
"I want to hug, will he give it?" Mrs. Sheng was so angry that she patted him on the back hard, and the crisp applause felt painful. "Besides, how can someone else's grandson have his own fragrance?"
As she said that, she glanced at Ye Ling who was standing behind Sheng Junlie, "I heard that you went to the hospital for an examination last night, how is it?"
Ye Ling's heart skipped a beat, she subconsciously looked at Sheng Junlie, seeing that he was also looking at her with a threatening look in her eyes, she murmured: "It's okay."
She didn't want to lie to Mrs. Sheng, but if she dared to tell the truth, when she stepped out of this door, Sheng Junlie would definitely strangle her to death without hesitation.
Mrs. Sheng had no doubts, and said: "That's good. Today, your aunt Chu and I went to a famous old Chinese doctor to pick up some traditional Chinese medicines for health care. They have been fried. Serve it hot, you must drink it."
Ye Ling pursed her lips, and when she passed by Sheng Junlie, she subconsciously glanced at him, and Sheng Junlie looked at her expressionlessly.
There was an indescribably weird look in his eyes, as if he was saying: Ye Ling, you have already lied, so you can enjoy the evil consequences of lying.