"Get out of the car-" Meng Yanchen pressed her hand on the black steering wheel, a hint of teasing flashed in her eyes.
"Oh!" Chu Qiao bit her lip with her teeth, then obediently opened the door and walked out of the Bentley slowly.
Chu Qiao's foot had not fully recovered, so she could only limp behind Meng Yanchen and follow him as hard as she could.
Enter the villa.
"Master Meng——" Sister Wan walked to the brown door and greeted Meng Yanchen respectfully. Her eyes naturally glanced at Chu Qiao, but she was not surprised. Master Meng has never been short of women. Change women.
Just like changing clothes, she has long been used to it.
Chu Qiao wrung her fingers nervously. The villa was so magnificent. Whether it was the crystal chandeliers flown from Italy, the handmade carpets from Milan, or the decorations designed by famous designers, she was a little overwhelmed. If she had ever seen it,
Chu Qiao had at most seen it on TV. In front of such a bright and noble house, she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.
"Follow me to the study." Meng Yanchen glanced at Chu Qiao, the corners of his mouth curved, and his voice was light.
When Chu Qiao walked from the car to the villa, a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She gritted her teeth and followed Meng Yanchen.
After walking a few steps, her nose hit a hard wall.
"Hiss...it hurts!" She exclaimed, but soon she fell into a broad, warm embrace. Chu Qiao's hand subconsciously hooked Meng Yanchen's neck, and looked at the man who was approaching.
On her handsome face, her phoenix eyes were as deep as the sea, but they firmly attracted all her attention.
"you……"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: "What do you want to say? By the way, you are not very fat, but how can you be so heavy?" The sarcastic words were low but full of magnetism.
Chu Qiao's eyes widened in anger, she clenched her little fists, and said dissatisfied: "What? How can I be so heavy?"
Meng Yanchen smiled faintly, his eyes twinkling. This cautious but simple-minded woman? Looking at her shy eyes, he felt a strong possessive desire in his heart, wanting to keep her anger, her
Hey. It’s really interesting to see her occasionally blowing up her hair.
In the study room.
Chu Qiao sat on the beige leather sofa and looked at Meng Yanchen quietly.
"Sign..." He opened the drawer and threw a pile of paper onto the sofa with a clatter, followed by a black pen.
"Sign, sign..." Chu Qiao stretched out her little hand, put the papers together tremblingly, and looked at the A4 papers.
"I like to have evidence. After you sign, I ask you to abide by the above regulations." He tugged on his tie impatiently and looked at Chu Qiao lazily. He said it calmly, like
He was talking about a deal, but indeed, he was just talking about a deal.
Make it clear to avoid future entanglements.
Her eyes hurriedly glanced at these documents, and her eyebrows became tighter and tighter. Within a year, her lover of one year would come with him at any time. She was not allowed to get entangled with other men, not to interfere with his private life, and not to use his
Do anything in the name of her, and disappear when he doesn't need her. After a year, no matter how happy she is, she must completely disappear from his life...