243. Chapter 243 Life in a wealthy family in the future 2
However, he could not embrace her in his arms to comfort her, nor could he even reveal a trace of true feelings, forcing himself to be cold and hard, and put on a ruthless and cold scumbag expression, arrogantly, and look down on her condescendingly.
“Literally.”
He heard his voice and answered extremely coldly.
"You brought me here from the training base, just to... for... to... want me to... sign... these?" She wondered if there was something wrong with her ear, otherwise, how could she hear him if she didn't.
Say such a ridiculous thing.
As soon as she ate the food in her stomach, she felt a pain in her lower abdomen. She endured her patience, frowned, and waited for his breath.
"Dear Qianqian, before playing a game, you always need to set rules in advance, so as not to stop someone from doing anything when the song ends and leaves, tear down his face and ruin good memories." He pinched the empty wine bottle
, poured it into the cup again, but found that no drop of liquid flowed out.
Drinking it all? He just drank it all, and he actually forgot it ridiculously.
"Is it a game?" She was in a daze, and never expected that it would be a game.
"Of course it's a game." He narrowed his blue and black eyes evilly and emphasized, "It will be a very interesting game. I promise, you won't regret it... Of course, I will give enough afterwards.
I will give you the reward, and the document says that the number is several times more than the commission you received in the White Wolf Mercenary Group. I will not treat you badly."
"Indeed...a lot..." But she never lacked money to spend, and she didn't know what the meaning of a simple accumulation of numbers reached the height of astronomical numbers.
"Sign it." He handed her the limited edition gold pen.
His fingers pinching the pen tightened unnaturally, and his mood was not much better than hers.
When he saw her showing that strange calm expression, he knew that he had hurt her.
Every word of this document is like a knife. If she cared about him in her heart, it would be enough to be tortured.
However, he cannot stop, nor can he stop.
Give some, get some.
If the price is so small that it can be ignored, in exchange for a bright future, he and she must endure the pain of today.
Qianqian, don’t blame him, don’t hate him.
Qianqian, if you really can't get over it, then it's better to be strange. Hate it, vent your emotions, and then accompany him to perform the scene until the end.
Qianxun spread his palms, and the faint patterns in the white and delicate palms imply the fate of his life.
He put the pen in her hand.
My fingers rubbed her cold skin, and there were bursts of pain.
At this moment, there was the urge to stop everything, go to the future and plan for the fuck. He wanted to hug her into his arms, kiss her carefully, and drive away all her anxiety.
How cruel, even though he knew she was fragile and timid, he could not resist the wind and rain. Even though he knew that he had scared her, he still forced himself and forced her to... sign.
"Hundred Days... Game." Qianxun looked at the enlarged title on the paper and murmured unconsciously. After a long time, she whispered softly, "Young Master Feng, why do you think I
You must accept your entrustment and sign this contract?"