"Tell me, what do you want?" As soon as I entered the room, I immediately closed the door, imitated the big sister on TV, folded my hands on my chest, stood in a three-seven position, and shook one leg. Well, I should have picked up some chewing gum just now.
Just chew it down...forget it, this guy probably doesn't know so much anyway.
"It's nothing, it's just that this young master has always been a person who always avenges his enemies and repays his kindness." He smiled lightly and walked to sit down on the chair next to the desk, crossing his legs and looking at me.
"Then what do you want? Tell me!" I walked up to him and used my condescending advantage to scare him. Hum, if he dares to cause trouble again, I will punch him with a pair of panda eyes!
"How about we make an agreement?" He set out the conditions and gestured towards the chair for me to sit down and talk.
"What agreement?" I rudely pulled up a chair and sat down, Erlang's legs were raised higher than his face, and my tone was so bad that I wanted to spit fire and burn him into a roasted suckling pig![
"If you don't want to arrange this marriage, that's okay." He said it very sincerely.
"Interrupt!" I stretched out my right palm to intercept his words and looked at him very suspiciously, "What do you mean?"
How could this person be so kind? He was so prepared to visit his father's house just to arrange a baby marriage, but now he said he didn't need it? What kind of medicine was being sold in the gourd?
"How about we make an agreement?" He suggested with a smile.
"What agreement?" I looked at him defensively.
"What if..." He paused.
"How?" I raised my chin and said fiercely.
"In high school." He put his right hand into a fist and put it to his mouth, coughed and cleared his throat before continuing: "If either party doesn't know the other party first, what if the marriage becomes effective?"
"Okay!" I agreed readily. He was not a three-year-old child and was already in the first grade. How could he not recognize who the other person was in the future? I know him even if he turned into ashes, okay?
"Okay, let's make a contract." He picked up the book I put on the desk, took out the pen in the book, tore out a notebook, wrote a few words in a flash, and handed it to
Me, "Sign."
Smile, smile, what’s so funny, you found gold?
"Sign it, no matter who you are afraid of!" I waved my fist viciously at his smiling face and signed my name with a brush.
"Need two copies?" He folded the paper several times and put it in his pocket.
"No! I will never forget you!" I patted my chest and announced...Strange, why does this sound a bit ambiguous? Forget it, ignore him, I will not let that piece of paper take effect anyway.
La.
"This is what you said." He suddenly stood up, approached me condescendingly, and said very seriously, "Don't forget our agreement."