Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

Just like that, Wen Wan formally ascended to the position of Patriarch of the Wen family in a state of chaos and physical and mental exhaustion, and the rest of the Wen family didn't say anything more.

She personally greeted the guests and re-buried her grandfather's bones. The Patriarch of the Wen family had never cremated the body before, so even though the body was damaged, the whole body was buried in the coffin.

In a blink of an eye, the sky was dark, and the Nanjin City in early summer was already hot and restless. Although the night was a bit cool, it was also humid.

Wen Wan has officially become the head of the family, and there is no capable man around her for the time being, so she plans to go back to the ancestral house tomorrow morning to pick out a few loyal servants.

As for now, she still has something to deal with, and that is Shen Moling.

Arriving at the Dorsett Hotel by car, Wen Wan looked up. This towering building is really the most iconic building in Nanjin City.

She had come to fight during the day, and now... it seemed to be a fight too.

Wen Wan restrained her expression, walked into the building alone and took the elevator to the presidential suite where Shen Moling was.

Under the dim spotlights, the ancient but elegant and luxurious suite reveals a strong sense of eerieness.

The shimmering light flowed on the marble walls, reflecting a trace of coolness.

Wen Wan followed Shen Moling's female assistant Jenny into the study.

"Boss, Miss Wen is here, I'll go out first." After speaking, Jenny smiled at Wen Wan and turned around and walked out.

Only Shen Moling who was immersed in his work and Wen Wan who was very uncomfortable were left in the room.

"Sit down." Shen Moling didn't look up at her, but just reviewed the documents in his hand.

Wen Wan glanced at the sofa, didn't move, but asked directly: "I'm here to treat Mr. Shen to dinner, but you don't seem to be free?"

Shen Moling's signing hand paused, a faint smile appeared on his shimmering cheeks under the desk lamp, and his handsome facial features showed an almost mythical beauty, so unreal.

"Can we talk about something else before we eat?" He raised his head and slightly parted his thin lips, raising his eyebrows and asking.

"Can't we talk while eating?" Wen Wan asked.

Shen Moling: "Don't eat or sleep, don't talk."

"Hehe, Mr. Shen is very disciplined. You'd better speculate with me on what you want to talk about, otherwise I can only treat you to dinner first." Wen Wan walked to the sofa and sat down.

"Miss Wen doesn't seem to care about favors?" Shen Moling stood up and walked to the sofa, with serious interest in his eyes.

This woman kept thanking him a thousand times during the day, but after learning that he had a purpose, she actually gave him a face?

Wen Wan leaned on the sofa and raised her legs, wearing a black dress that was elegant, reserved and noble.The long white legs look extra alluring under the crystal lamp.

Different from the daytime, she put on light nude makeup, the three-dimensional effect of her face became more prominent, and the enchanting look in her eyes became more charming.

Her red lips curled up slightly, her voice was like a glass of mellow red wine, sexy and soft but with a hint of sourness: "It's hard to repay human debts, but I don't like debts. So it depends on whether the moneylender is real." Good intentions, or ulterior motives."

Standing in front of her, Shen Moling suddenly bent down and approached her flawless face, the two of them looked at each other with sharp pupils, no one backed down, and an invisible lightning flash formed between their eyes.

Their faces are too close, so close that they can smell each other's breath, and feel the secretion of hormones, so close that it is difficult for people to look away for a long time.

"Since you're worried, don't borrow money." Shen Moling's whirlpool-like eyes were submerged in gentleness, his tone was cold, but his face had a smile that made one's mind uneasy.