Zhuang Yibo left Shen's Building, but he didn't go too far.
There was a coffee shop at the corner of the street. Zhuang Yibo walked in and sat down. After being dazed for a while, he finally took out his mobile phone and tried to call Shen Wangjin again.
The phone was still unreachable, so she sat there for a while, finally stood up, walked out of the coffee shop, hailed a car, and went to the Shen family mansion.
The car drove smoothly all the way, and it only took twenty minutes to reach the entrance of the Shen family mansion.
Zhuang Yibo sat in the car and stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar mansion for a moment. He finally pushed the door open, got out of the car, and walked to the door.
The concierge was obviously slightly surprised when he saw her, but he didn't say anything or ask anything. He just nodded at her and let her in.
In the garden in front of the building, Shen Haoxuan was slumped on a recliner and talking on the phone. Suddenly he caught sight of something from the corner of his eye. He straightened up and stared at the woman who had just walked in.
Zhuang Yibo also saw him.
If she had seen him in the past, she would probably have turned around and left without looking back, but not today.
She just pretended that she didn't see him and walked straight to the main building.
But Shen Haoxuan would not pretend that he did not see her.
He hung up the phone immediately, stood up and walked over, standing directly in front of her.
"What are you doing here?"
Zhuang Yibo met his gaze and replied calmly: "Looking for someone."
After hearing this, Shen Haoxuan sneered and suddenly applauded her, "What a good method, what a good method. If you refuse, you will welcome him, if you play hard to get, if you retreat, you will advance. If you turn back, you will be safe. Do you really think that my brother must be you?"
Right?"
After Zhuang Yibo quietly listened to his incoherent words, he walked around him and prepared to enter.
But Shen Haoxuan grabbed her and stood in front of her again. After looking her up and down, he said coldly and mockingly: "What? Aren't you a lady? Aren't you the most educated, sensible and polite
A famous lady? Now that I, the master, won't let you in, are you planning to force your way in?"
"Maybe you can stop me." Zhuang Yibo said, "But are you the owner of this place?"
Hearing this, Shen Haoxuan became furious, pushed her hard, almost pointed at the tip of her nose and cursed: "Get out of here! You are not welcome here!"
Zhuang Yibo staggered back a few steps and almost fell to the ground. When he looked up, he suddenly saw Shen Wangjin standing on the second floor terrace.
Holding a cup of coffee in his hand, he stood behind the fence, taking his time to look at her embarrassed appearance downstairs, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Zhuang Yibo just looked at him quietly and gradually stood up straight.
"I have something I want to talk to you about." Zhuang Yibo said calmly, "If you don't mind, it's okay for me to say it here."
They didn't see each other for a week, and they didn't have any contact, but once they met and opened their mouths, she could be so calm and rational.
Shen Wangjin was condescending and stared at her quietly for a long time before finally curling his finger at her.
Zhuang Yibo paused for a moment, but finally walked back into the house.
This time, Shen Haoxuan naturally did not dare to stop her. He just stared at her, as if he wanted to skin her and break her bones, with extreme resentment.
Zhuang Yibo just pretended that he couldn't see him. After entering the door, he walked directly to the second floor.
As she passed the stairs, she saw the piano under the floor-to-ceiling windows on the east side.
It was a piano that belonged to her alone.
Zhuang Yibo paused for a moment, then turned around and went upstairs.
Shen Wangjin was still standing on the terrace, and Zhuang Yibo stepped onto the terrace and walked slowly in front of him.
He watched her approach a little bit, suddenly stretched out his hand, held her chin, came close to her lips, and said in a low voice: "Miss me?"