The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

"Hey, what are you going to do? You're not really going to see that woman, are you?"

The manager chased after him.

Shen Sibai entered the elevator and looked at him indifferently. "That's right. What you said is a good question. I'll go ask her in person."

The manager: "Shen Sibai, if you dare to bring such a woman home, you're dead!"

Shen Sibai's voice was locked in the elevator. "Is that so? Second uncle, if that really happens, you'll be the one who ends up dead in front of me, right?"

"Bastard!" He was so angry that he wanted to kick the elevator. Shen Mu rushed to the front of the elevator and stopped again.

He looked left and right to make sure there was no one around before gritting his teeth and returning to the office.

He was part of one branch of the Shen family. Because Shen Sibai wanted to enter the entertainment industry, he was sent to escort him.

*

[ if I'm free, where can I find you? ]

Shen Sibai spoke very directly.

In the elevator, he directly sent Xia Ling a WeChat message.

When he reached the lobby on the first floor of the company, the voice call on WeChat rang.

Shen Sibai's slender fingers pressed the answer button. He took out his headphones and plugged them into his phone.

"Is this Shen Sibai?"

On the other side of the phone, a woman's voice was clear and sweet.

Shen Sibai's ears felt like they were being gently scratched by a feather.

"Yes," he replied faintly.

"It's a little early now. If you have time now, I can treat you to an afternoon tea. Is that okay?"

"I know a restaurant that has good English afternoon tea. We can go there and have a seat."

Shen Sibai: "Okay. Tell me the location. I'll go there myself."

"Yes, that's the East Square on the first floor of Guangmao building. The restaurant is called Meeting. It's quite famous in Shanghai. The security measures in the private room are quite good."

"You can tell the driver. He should know."

"Mr. Shen, if you go now, you might have to wait for me there for a while. I have to avoid those Paparazzi. I'll be a little late. Is that okay?"

"It's okay. I can wait for you." Shen Sibai replied. He heard some rustling sounds of clothes coming from the WeChat.

The woman seemed to be in the apartment. When she was talking to him, she seemed to still be changing her clothes?

"You..." Shen Sibai's ears were a little hot.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't bring himself to ask them.

He seemed to see the woman with the perfect fit in his mind. Because she was in a hurry, she was talking to him while taking off her clothes.

"I'll wait for you. You don't have to rush." Shen Sibai tried his best to remain calm.

"Okay, I'll hang up first."

The call on WeChat was cut off with this sentence.

Standing in the lobby on the first floor of the company, Shen Sibai's appearance had already attracted the attention of many people.

His face had a faint fever, but who knew if his face had turned red?

Turning around, Shen Sibai entered the elevator again.

He looked at the reflection of his own figure on the wall of the elevator.

His face was not red, which was something to congratulate, but...

His somewhat lost expression?

Letting out a long breath, Shen Sibai looked at the still-lit WecChat screen. His eyes deepened, but he calmed himself down again.

*

When Shen Sibai arrived at the Meeting restuarant.

The person who said he would be late was already waiting for him in the private room on the third floor.

"You're here early." Shen Sibai's eyes darkened.

He looked at the woman sitting in the seat.

Her long chestnut-colored hair was scattered behind her. She was wearing a jade-white dress in the style of a small gown.

"I'm treating Mr. Shen to a meal. How can I be late?"

Standing up, the corners of Xia Ling's lips curved slightly.