A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

Walk closer.

Qiao Shukuang casually leaned against the edge of Lu Yan's desk.

On his cynical face, there was a wicked smile, his head was slightly tilted, his upper body was twisted, and he looked down at Lu Yan.

He looked slack as if he had no bones, but there was an undetectable elite hidden in his eyes.

Lu Yan, who was sitting behind the desk, didn't buy it at all.

Looking up at his best friend, he lowered his head and opened the black document bag in his hand.

There was no shock on his handsome and flawless face.There is a domineering and arrogance hidden between the handsome and elegant brows, but it is difficult to conceal the stability and composure of a mature man.

"my son."

The three understated words, accompanied by a mellow voice, cut through the tranquility of the moment.

But it seemed that because the words were too short, his lips seemed to have moved, but it seemed that he hadn't moved at all.

It was as if the words just now were not what he said.

But those three words were too clear, and the two heard it clearly again.

Especially Qiao Shukuang who was closest to him.

my son?

who son!

The cynical and evil smile suddenly froze on his face, Qiao Shukuang lowered his body and stared at Lu Yan for half a minute.

Then, in this subtle and somewhat eerie silence, he slammed the table.

"What did you just say? Whose son!"

Ji Yueze, who was calmer than usual, raised his ears unconsciously at this moment, staring at the desk behind his eyes, the master who was still looking at the document with a blank face, waiting to arouse his curiosity heart answer.

"my son."

Lu Yan answered word by word.

It sounds calm, but when it falls into the ears, every word is sonorous.

His... son? !

Qiao Shukuang opened his mouth slightly, turned around suddenly, put his hands on the table, and his surprised eyes fell directly on the dark file bag in Lu Yan's hand.

The pupils trembled slightly.

He suddenly reached out and slammed down the file bag, and his eyes met Lu Yan who just looked up.

"Say it again? Lu Yan, you...how did you get a son! This excuse is too bad!"

"Not one, but two."

Squinting at his best friend, Lu Yan calmly picked up the water glass at hand.

Before it was delivered to his mouth, Qiao Shukuang grabbed it first, and poured it into his mouth with a gurgle, so as to calm himself down.

But his mind was full of chaos, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

But before he could figure it out, Ji Yueze, who was sitting on the reception sofa, reached out and patted the armrest of the sofa, and suddenly spoke.

"Is it yours and Bao Jinghan's? Has the appraisal been done..."

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at the same time.

In the office of the president of Shang's enterprise, there was a sudden boom, boom, boom, boom.

Inside the closed office door was a mess.

There was nothing on the huge desk.

But as long as you glance around the table, you can clearly see the sculptures, documents, photo frames, laptops that should have been on the table...

It's all messed up on the ground now.

Either intact, or broken, or...

"Trash! I...how did I give birth to such a useless son like you!"

"Look, look at these reports!"

"Do you know what kind of virtue you are now?! It's fine to make troubles and spend money on women on weekdays, but now you've gone so far as to create such a shameful scandal for me! You're just—stupid and useless." Can be saved!"

bang——

The furious Father Shang directly lifted Shang Haotian's desk.