Chapter 1 First Meeting
Four Seasons Villa.
This is a pure natural hot spring villa. In recent years, it has become the favorite place for the rich second generation and dignitaries.
Wen Ruoci followed the waiter to the door of a private room.
There are bodyguards guarding the door.
The bodyguard was not surprised by her arrival and just said, "Miss Wen, if you want to go in, please leave your bag to us for safekeeping."
She didn't hesitate, handed the bag to the bodyguard, and then pushed the door open and entered.
Song Chao had long known that Wen Ruoci had come in, but he ignored it and poured himself a cup of tea. After the thick smoke dissipated, he smiled broadly.
He just smiled with a knife hidden in his face and was extremely indifferent, "Ms. Wen went through so much trouble to come to me. Why do you want to come to me?"
She glanced at Song Chao. His shoulder was wrapped with a bandage, and it seemed that blood could still be faintly seen. She knew the source of the injury, and she said a little apologetically on her face, "I'm here to apologize for my brother. Please let Master Song go." He is a horse."
"Let him go?" Song Chao sneered, his eyes cold, "Do I look like such a generous person?"
When Wen Ruoci received his gaze, it was as if she transformed into a sharp sword and pierced directly into her bones. The coldness spread from the top of her head to her whole body, penetrating into her internal organs.
She closed her eyes, took a long breath, and explained, "My brother just recognized the wrong person. He never meant to stab Mr. Song."
Hearing these words, Song Chao became a little interested and looked at her with amusement, "Wrong person? What? You thought I was the one who killed everyone in your Wen family a month ago and then forced you to The husband who received the certificate? The person he wants to kill is your cheap husband?”
Wen Ruoci did not deny it, but her eyes dropped deeper, "My brother is also doing it for me, so I ask Mr. Song to let him go. If Mr. Song has to settle a score with him, I can take his place."
"Replace?"
Song Chao put down his tea cup and looked at the woman standing in front of him quietly.
There are many rumors about the woman Wen Ruoci, and I don't know whether the others are true or false. The only thing that is certain is that she is as stunningly beautiful as the media said.
Beauty has never been a scarce resource among the rich.
But there are really only a handful of people who can be as beautiful as this.
Unfortunately, she is already married.
He said with a half-smile, "If you were another woman, if you agreed to sleep with me for one night, maybe I would really agree to let your brother go, but you don't meet my criteria for choosing a woman."
As we all know, Mr. Song has three criteria for choosing women.
Be good.
Beautiful.
There are also pure ones.
At best, Wen Ruoci is pretty, but if we talk about being good-natured and pure, she has nothing to do with her.
But if she wasn't married, maybe he would really be willing to lower his standards for her.
Who told her to be married.
He has no interest in wives.
His voice had completely turned cold, "You'd better go back quickly and don't waste your time with me. If your brother doesn't stay in prison for a few years, my surname will not be Song."
Wen Ruoci still wanted to say something, but at this moment she suddenly smelled a smell similar to ebony agarwood in the air.
Delicate, profound, yet with a hint of mystery and elegance.
She frowned.
Is it possible that there is a third person in the box?
She looked over subconsciously.
A man was sitting next to the indoor clear soup not far away.
His posture was extremely graceful, his fingers were immersed in the ripples, but his sleeves were not wet at all. The creamy yellow curtains kept swaying with the breeze in the room, and the tassels collided with the walls, making a rustling sound.
The smell of agarwood in the house seemed to be stronger.
When she looked at the man, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her.
The shadows between the face and the curtains overlapped. She didn't know how to describe her feelings at the moment. She only felt that this scene was like a timeless and flowing ancient painting.
Astonished.
Song Chao, who was sitting on the chair, saw Wen Ruoci staring at Quan Shijin motionless, twitching her lips as if watching a play, "Miss Wen, this young master of the Quan family, if you are happy to serve him, say Maybe I really don’t care about your brother stabbing me..."
People who come from the Quan family seem to be superior to others by birth.
The door of the Quan family is even more forbidden.
Wen Ruoci paused on the spot, took a few steps forward, and squatted down beside Quan Shijin.
She caught a glimpse of a saucer lying next to her seat, picked up the teacup and poured him a cup of tea herself.
It's a bit like service and a bit like trying to please.
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Quan Shijin glanced at the cup of tea.
There was a shallow crack on the teacup that Wen Ruoci brought to him, which happened to hit the cup body horizontally. The white jade was flawless, and all his preferences were gone.
Quan Shijin didn't answer, and Wen Ruoci felt a little confused.
She was originally squatting, and now her posture was lower. Because of her movements, the clothes she wore today were looser, and almost all of her breasts above the breast line could be seen.
Song Chao saw it and smiled half-heartedly, "Miss Wen, the third young master of the Quan family is a flower of the high mountains. It's useless for you to seduce him like this."
He paused for a moment, and the curve of the corners of his lips deepened a lot, but in a mocking tone, "It might still have some effect if you take it all off."
Wen Ruoci's face turned pale for a moment, and she subconsciously reached out to clasp the clothes on her chest, looking at Quan Shijin with a somewhat embarrassed look.
Quan Shijin glanced at Song Chao who was sitting not far away, as if to warn him, but Song Chao immediately shut up.
A long time passed, so long that Wen Ruoci thought he wouldn't speak. When he did, she was so confused that she thought it was her imagination.
"Change a drink."
After a pause of three seconds, Wen Ruoci finally confirmed what the man said.
She quickly changed a cup of tea and a teacup, poured it and handed it to the man respectfully.
This time the man answered.
Not only did he take it, he took a slow sip.
Song Chao raised his eyebrows, a little surprised that Quan Shijin actually accepted Wen Ruoci's tea.
Wen Ruoci adjusted her clothes a little, stood up slowly, walked over and stopped in front of Song Chao,
"Young Master Song..."
Song Chao knew what she was going to say and looked at her with a half-smile, "Do you really think that a cup of tea can erase your brother's mistake of stabbing me? When did Miss Wen become so naive? ”
Wen Ruoci was naturally not so naive. She really thought that the Song Dynasty would let her go if she offered Quan Shijin a cup of tea.
But no matter how small the opportunity is, she will fight for it.
"I don't know how I can make amends to Young Master Song so that I can forgive my brother and let him go."
Song Chao said, half seriously, half jokingly, "If you give me your life, maybe I will consider letting him go."
Wen Ruoci, "..."
In the early stage, it was the Shura field of the Pure Hate couple and the Flower of the Kaolin
(End of this chapter)