Chapter 9 Are You Dissatisfied with Me?

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After Qiao Lian finished speaking, she neatly took off her jacket and threw it on the ground, "Check it out!"

Then he took off his blouse and continued to throw: "Test!"

Take off these two pieces, the top is a camisole, and then take off this one, and only one chest-shirt is left.

At this moment, she was wearing wrap jeans, revealing her exquisite body curves, delicate collarbone, and her cold and poignant face, so Yang Lingsi couldn't help but fix his eyes on her.

Qiao Lian was really mad, and the humiliation in her heart made her body tremble slightly.

She grabbed the camisole with both hands and looked at Shen Liangchuan angrily: "Is it enough?"

Is it enough?

Far from enough!

What is this humiliation compared to eight years ago?

Shen Liangchuan sat on the chair, and in his dark pupils, various complex emotions flashed, anger, hatred, pity, until finally, these emotions mixed together, emitting a dull light.

He should have hated her, and watched her tortured, but looking at her angry eyes at the moment, he didn't feel the slightest sense of revenge, he just felt irritated.

He stretched out his hand to loosen his tie, and when he saw that she was about to start undressing, he said abruptly, "Get out!"

Qiao Lian's movements stopped with these words, she gritted her teeth, stood where she was, and stared at Shen Liangchuan.

However, Yang Lingsi breathed a sigh of relief. The tense atmosphere in the room gave her an illusion. It seemed that this was not her home game. It was clearly Yingdi Shen and this little reporter who were playing against each other.

This feeling made her uneasy, and she hurriedly said, "You are lucky, that's all for today, so hurry up!"

But when those words fell, Emperor Shen Ying turned his head to look at her, "I said, get out!"

Yang Lingsi was stunned and wanted to say something, but Shen Liangchuan's cold eyes swept over, making her suddenly silent.

She gave Qiao Lian a vicious look, stomped her feet, and turned to walk out.

The room was quiet.

Shen Liangchuan looked at Qiao Lian.

She straightened her back and stood there stubbornly, her long hair like a waterfall draped over her body, her skin better than snow, and the black and white formed a visual impact.

The wind blew in from the window, and she shuddered.

Somewhere in Shen Liangchuan's heart softened, he found this change, and suddenly felt that he could hardly suppress the irritability in his body.

He looked away impatiently and stood up abruptly.

The sturdy body, a head taller than Qiao Lian's, with a strong sense of oppression, made her shrouded in his shadow all of a sudden.

Qiao Lian's body froze, and suddenly said, "Mr. Shen, are you dissatisfied with me?"

Since last night, Qiao Lian has felt that he seems to have some inexplicable hostility towards her.

She originally planned to ignore it, but today's deliberate humiliation made her unable to resist asking.

However, as soon as these words came out, a sharpness suddenly burst out from his body, his eyes darkened, and a shallow and dangerous smile slowly overflowed from his lips: "Not satisfied?"

The relationship between them is not as simple as being satisfied or not!

The footsteps that originally planned to leave, suddenly turned around, Shen Liangchuan walked to the window and pulled the curtains.

The whole room was darkened, Qiao Lian suddenly widened her eyes and saw him approaching step by step. With a chill behind Qiao Lian, her lips quivered, "You, what are you doing?"

He said like a devil: "If you don't try again, how do you know if you are satisfied?"