Su Cen put on decent light makeup and sat quietly on the sofa in a high-end box of Lanqiao Club like a virgin, holding the coffee cup in his hand elegantly.
The man sitting opposite her has a handsome appearance, perfect facial features, and firm facial lines, as if carved bit by bit by a top sculptor with a knife. His eyes are deep and black, like an endless pool, and his nose Very straight, the line from lips to chin is perfect.
Shen Mohan played with the tea cup with his slender fingers, and looked at Su Cen across from him quietly, sipping his tea calmly.
Half an hour later, the two of them still maintained this posture. Su Cen was a little out of breath. She couldn't forget the purpose of coming today.
Taking a deep breath secretly, Su Cen decided to go straight to the topic, raised his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looked at him with clear water eyes, and lightly opened his red lips, "Mr. Shen, I hope to be your wife, and you marry me Bar?".
After saying that, she wanted to quickly dig a hole and ask her to marry her the first time they met. It was probably only she, Su Cen, could do such a weird thing.
Shen Mohan was slightly startled, and carefully looked at the woman in front of him. She had a palm-sized face, snow-white and delicate skin, a head of fine black hair hanging smoothly on her thin shoulders, and a slightly raised diamond-shaped little face. Her mouth is charming, and her big dark eyes are hidden under the slender and thick eyelashes. They are very seductive when they blink. And the dark green teardrop mole under the corner of the eye gives this flawless picture It adds a touch of charm to the face.
So, Shen Mohan was thinking that she looked very beautiful when she cried.
It seems that the old man who is retiring at home has a rather vicious vision. In terms of appearance, the woman in front of him is worthy of the Shen family.
A trace of interest flashed through her dark eyes. There are countless women who try every possible means to marry into the Shen family. It is rare to see someone as straightforward as her. "You should know that you are not the only or the best choice for me!"
It felt as if the man's gaze across from her was looking into her. His deep gaze was extremely oppressive. Su Cen couldn't help but panic. She pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and kept her original sitting posture unchanged.
Su Cen swallowed subconsciously, narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly, "Although it's not the only one, it's still a choice after all, isn't it? If it's not the best, it may not be the most suitable."
"Ha!" He snorted coldly, and his thin lips curled into a cold taunt. The unruly coldness made people feel a bit suffocated, "It seems that Miss Su is very confident."
"Can't I have one?" He asked rhetorically without answering, looking directly at him with clear eyes, as if it was a provocation.
"Oh, in terms of appearance, Miss Su can have it." Shen Mohan smiled instead of angry, with a sexy curve on the corner of his mouth, "If I marry you, I can give you what you want, but what about Miss Su? What can you give me?"
Since Shen Mohan agreed to the old man's marriage, he knew the reason. In this way, he was just deliberately trying to embarrass her. He was a little surprised when he saw her.
"I can give whatever a woman can give." Su Cen always kept smiling, "If I am lucky enough to be Mr. Shen's wife, I will follow his instructions and fulfill the responsibilities of a wife and daughter-in-law."
When she said this, she felt an indescribable sadness. She felt like she was just a commodity, exaggerating her advantages as much as possible and trying to sell herself out.
"What a 'what a woman can give, I can give'!" An indifferent voice sounded, Shen Mohan was extremely quiet, a handsome face with a faint hint of coldness, and his deep eyes locked her with a sharp light like a falcon, completely natural.
The aura of domination suddenly enveloped the surroundings. He stood up, held Su Cen's chin and asked her to passively raise her face to face him.