Swords drawn and bows stretched

  Pae Jin Cheng wore a T-shirt and shorts, with a pair of slippers on his feet.

  If it weren't for the fact that "Golden Seat" was his friend's business, he probably wouldn't have been able to get in with such a casual outfit. After all, he had disappeared from magazines for three years and wasn't someone everyone recognized.

  But standing at the door of this private room.

  What was seen was such a sultry and stimulating scene, a kind of extremely uncomfortable feeling surged up, but it couldn't be said what it was.

  Is this entertaining clients?

  Is this the reason why she always looks so busy every day?

  After returning home, she made a show of organizing work reports, making it seem as if the entire Pei residence was relying solely on her, Shen Xuan, to get things done.

  Pei Jin Cheng let out a sigh and looked at the woman's expression, stunned like a wooden chicken.

  This idiom is quite fitting for her.

  His eyes shifted slightly, "Monta" Group's Qiu Mingjun?

  That Beijing-born Taizi Party, the old master is a minister with military power in his hands. Pei Jin Cheng smiled faintly in his heart.

  Slippers tread on feet, "tread" sound echoes softly on the carpet.

  The music in this room has been turned off for a long time, and the screen has been muted by someone. It's really quiet.

  The package is divided into two groups, one group occupies a wall head on one side.

  Xin and Qiu Mingjun were the only two people in this group who had not gotten drunk yet.

  Those people over there were still drunk when he pushed open the door of this room, but at this moment they all "woke up" and stood up with a "swoosh", walking towards him.

  There's nothing to be afraid of anyway.

  Standing right in the middle of the room, ignoring the people walking towards him.

  People stood scattered, waving their arms and standing there, staring at Shen Xuan with a hint of a smile, but initially sizing up Qiu Mingjun, now not even bothering to glance at him out of the corner of their eye.

  His eyes were lazy, his tone was light, but his words were tinged with a hint of concern and an air of dominance that belonged to him alone. "My wife," he said, "no matter how busy you are, you still need rest."

  Shen Xuan suddenly came to her senses and quickly stood up, staring at Pei Jin Cheng, taking a deep breath.

  People walking towards Pei Jin Cheng stopped in their tracks, looking at each other in confusion, what's going on?

  Qiu Mingjun's eyes narrowed, and he hadn't misheard earlier - this man had called Shen Xuan "Madam"?

  As soon as this man came in, he recognized him, Pei Jin Cheng.

  Logged in to "Jin Cheng Holdings" website, there are photos of Pei Jin Cheng's outstanding performance a few years ago.

  Wife?

  This is really not an exciting good news.

  Qiu Mingjun looked at Pei Jin Cheng who was dressed in casual attire and stood up.

  Xuan Xun quickly walked to Pei Jin Cheng's side as Qiu Ming Jun stood up, pulled his hand and said softly, "Jin Cheng, I'm sorry to keep you waiting, I'll be done here soon."

  Pei Jin Cheng casually wrapped his arm around Shen Xuan's waist, but actually pinched her with some force, and asked with a smile that hid a knife, "Is there still wine left undrunk?"

  "Uh-huh."

  Pei Jin Cheng put his arm around Shen Xuan and walked to the white marble tea table, bent down and took out two clean wine cups from the ice bucket.

  Pour another fifty-year-old royal salute into two cups.

  Even dressed in such a "casual" outfit, Pei Jin Cheng still had one hand around Shen Xuan's waist and was pouring wine with the other, yet he couldn't hide his elegant gentlemanly demeanor.

  The cup was handed to Shen Xuan's hand, and he also slightly bent down to pick up another cup, clinking it against Shen Xuan's, raising an eyebrow with a smile, exuding a hint of danger, "My good wife, cheers?"

  The moment the glass cup shattered, a tense atmosphere was quietly formed in the air!