Chapter 1099 Your Heartbeat Is Messed up (23)
Shen Lin's expression was nonchalant, the corners of his slender lips curled into an indistinct arc, and his refined aura appeared to be elegant and easy-going.
He raised his hand to take off his black suit jacket and hung it on the hanger at hand. The cuffs of his white shirt were slightly rolled up, adding a bit of laziness to him.
As Shen Lin came in, the air was also mixed with the smell of disinfectant.
Shen Boshu frowned, and everyone sitting around the dining table looked at the person at the door.
He is too beautiful, too alienated, even with a smile on the corner of his mouth, it will make people feel cold and cold.
Shen Lin only glanced over there, and when he passed by, his footsteps paused.
His pale and slender fingertips rested on the wooden handrail of the stairs, Shen Lin slightly tilted his head, his dark eyes fell on Shen Boshu's face, he smiled: "Uncle, how long do you think the ants on the oil pan can last? "
Shen Boshu frowned, put down his chopsticks and stared at Shen Lin.
"Heh~" Shen Lin turned his head and walked upstairs slowly, "I guess, it won't last long."
After fluttering down a word, Shen Lin didn't look back.
Back in the room he hadn't stayed in for a long time, Shen Lin sat in front of the desk.
After sitting quietly for a while, he lowered his head and slowly opened the drawer.
Inside lay a fruit knife.
The man's pale fingertips held the handle of the knife, and his fingertips rubbed along the edge of the knife.
He lowered his eyes, the light in his eyes was dark and deep.
After a long time, Shen Lin put the fruit knife back.
When he was about to push the drawer back, Shen Boshu rushed in aggressively.
Shen Lin's fingertips couldn't help but pause.
"Shen Lin, what did you mean just now?!"
Shen Boshu was a little flustered, he always felt that this person knew something.
But...it shouldn't be.
How could he know?
Looking at Shen Shi, Shen Boshu caught a glimpse of the drawer that the other party had not had time to push back. Inside was a fruit knife.
Shen Boshu froze in place.
The memory of more than ten years ago suddenly came back, and Shen Boshu felt a chill down his spine for a moment, and the chill rushed in from the soles of his feet, attacking his limbs and bones.
He was pale.
Shen Lin smiled lightly, pushed the drawer back, turned around, sat on the chair, and looked at Shen Boshu casually.
"Uncle, grandpa can't stand the stimulation."
Shen Lin said in a high-sounding way, "If he knows what you have done, do you think grandpa will trust you to hand over the company?"
Shen Boshu's financial resources are not enough to buy 50% of the shares, and he only has 3% in his hands now.
He wanted to let those people use some means to buy the shares at a low price through the black market.
The reward the other party asked for was all his wealth so far.
Shen Boshu was impatient for a while, and didn't think too much about it. He thought about what he lost now, and when he got the company, he would get back the money.
What he didn't expect was that the people in the black market were dishonest, and would turn their faces and deny anyone after swallowing money.
As for that group of people, Shen Boshu couldn't compete with them.
Only then did Shen Boshu realize that he was too naive and sloppy back then.
As for Shen Lin's words just now, he obviously knew something.
But now he...
Shen Boshu looked at the drawer that had been pushed back, his palms were already dripping with cold sweat.
Shen Lin also noticed that Shen Boshu's eyes would glance at the drawer from time to time.
He chuckled lightly, opened the drawer again, and dropped his fingertips casually on the knife edge.
Shen Lin said casually: "Uncle, do you know how it feels when you have an operation?"
Shen Boshu's face turned pale, and he couldn't help taking a few steps back.
Shen Lin glanced at him, and asked with a faint smile: "Uncle, are you curious about this feeling?"
Shen Boshu staggered, the person in front of him was like a demon, obviously smiling, but frightening.