No matter how much Momo tried to stop him, he still couldn't resist Song Qiao's personal wishes. The agreement was finally finalized. Half an hour later, Xiang Chen took the drafted agreement to his home.
Momo watched her sign the agreement and covered her face helplessly.
It was her fault that she couldn't stop Song Qiao from signing the deed of sale.
"You should rest at home for a few days and wait until the injury is almost healed before you take up work." Gu Jingting took the contract and told Song Qiao, "We haven't fully understood the matter yet, so we should avoid those things first."
Song Qiao nodded.
Gu Jingting seemed to have come specifically to sign this agreement with Song Qiao. After explaining everything, he left here, leaving Momo and Song Qiao staring at each other.
"Just...sold yourself like this?" Momo spread his hands.
Song Qiao was helpless and said with a smile, "Why do you sell? This is a serious contract owed. If I can do it, the one who will gain the most in the end is myself, right?"
Momo reached out and poked Song Qiao's head, "Are you right? Can you really fulfill those requirements?"
"You don't believe me?" Song Qiao asked.
"This is not a question of whether you believe it or not." Momo said with a tangled face, "The problem is that the conditions are too harsh and difficult to achieve."
Even if she believed in Song Qiao unconditionally, she didn't brag blindly to this point.
If Song Qiao can really achieve it, it will be simply a myth in the entertainment industry. From now on, who can shake her status?
Song Qiao still said the same thing, "We don't have much time left now. Even if we don't sign this contract, what is before us is a dead end."
The difference is that Gu Jingting will leave her a way to survive, but their enemies will not.
"But……"
"Okay." Song Qiao held her hand and said, "The contract has been signed. There is no point regretting it now. Instead of worrying here, you should think about how to help me achieve my goal."
Momo was helpless and had no further information.
What she said makes sense. It is useless to talk more now. It is better to find a way to help achieve the goal as soon as possible, so that Song Qiao will not have to sell himself to the company for the rest of his life.
Momo quickly calculated in her mind, various resources and arrangements flashed through her mind, and her thoughts that had just been idle for two days became tense again.
Realizing this, she couldn't help but look at Song Qiao and secretly sighed that she would really find something for herself to do.
Song Qiao understood and smiled flatteringly at Momo.
"I really owed you in my previous life." Momo had no choice but to work hard and start making plans for Song Qiao.
…
At the same time, the Huang family.
In front of the housekeeper, Mr. Huang pushed Yang Qingyue to the ground, then raised his foot and kicked her in the stomach, "Why are you so arrogant with me? I want my own woman, so it's your turn to be pretentious with me?
"
Yang Qingyue was kicked by him and curled up into a ball on the ground. Her face was pale from the pain, and cold sweat broke out on her back.
"I, I didn't..." Yang Qingyue said with difficulty.
She hated the person in front of her so much in her heart. If he didn't have the handle, how could she let him manipulate her? She had closed the door before and could still endure no matter how much he messed around in the room.
But today he acted like a madman, suddenly insisting on doing something outside in front of the housekeeper.
At that time, Yang Qingyue almost wanted to die with Mr. Huang. When he fell to the ground, what did he think of himself, was he just an object for playing with?
Driven by dignity and anger, she directly overthrew Mr. Huang and tried to escape.
Unfortunately, he was a step too late and was pulled by his hair and thrown to the ground.
The housekeeper stood nearby, and when he saw Mr. Huang suddenly making a move, his pupils moved, and the hands hanging on his sides trembled slightly, and finally he clenched them tightly.
"How dare you argue with me!" Mr. Huang was so angry that he grabbed Yang Qingyue's head and smashed it to the ground.
"ah……"
Yang Qingyue screamed and cried in pain. When she tried to break free, she felt that her scalp was being torn and pulled, as if the whole piece was about to be overturned.
"I really don't have any more, please stop." Yang Qingyue had a hunch that if she couldn't escape from Mr. Huang today, she might really have to hand over her life here.
Mr. Huang slapped Yang Qingyue while observing the housekeeper with his peripheral vision.
He looked like a piece of wood, standing blankly, but after all, he was someone who had been with Mr. Huang for many years, and he still had some understanding of him.
The steward's slightly twitching eyes and quietly clenched fists showed that he was not so calm at the moment.
In other words, this couple is really secretly connected.
Mr. Huang realized this, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, he grabbed Yang Qingyue's head and said sternly, "Shameless bitch, I will kill you today."
As he said this, he reached for the fruit knife next to him and was about to attack Yang Qingyue.
Yang Qingyue was forced to raise her head and clearly saw the murderous intent in Mr. Huang's eyes and the knife he swung mercilessly. She screamed in horror, "Help-"
At this time, the housekeeper finally couldn't stand anymore. When Yang Qingyue screamed, he slammed directly towards Mr. Huang.
The huge momentum knocked Mr. Huang's whole body over, and his head hit the sofa with a muffled sound.
I don't know whether it was because the impact was too hard or for some other reason. Mr. Huang's eyes turned black and his whole body suddenly began to twitch.
Yang Qingyue narrowly escaped death and was so frightened that she stepped back on her hands and knees.
The housekeeper quickly helped her up and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
"No, it's okay." Yang Qingyue shook her head and looked at Mr. Huang, who had been lying on the ground without moving for a long time. The resentment that had been accumulated for a long time burst out at this moment.
She picked up the fallen fruit knife, moved forward with a ferocious expression, and stabbed the knife into Mr. Huang's thigh.
"Well..."
The butler had quick eyesight and reached out to cover his mouth to prevent the scream from leaking out.
He looked at Yang Qingyue and said, "Don't rush to take action yet. Find a piece of cloth and cover his mouth." Then he gave instructions, "If you want to take action, you have to go back to the room."
Yang Qingyue had just stabbed Mr. Huang, her resentment had subsided a little, and her rationality had returned.
She looked at Mr. Huang with a sinister look in her eyes, found a rag from the kitchen, and asked the housekeeper to stuff it into Mr. Huang's mouth, "He looks like this, it must be the effects of the medicine he took."
"Well, you wait first." The housekeeper found a rope and trapped Mr. Huang's hand.
After making sure that he couldn't move, he walked to the door and said to the bodyguards guarding outside, "Mr. Huang has something to do. Don't stay here and watch outside."
"OK."
As Mr. Huang's most trusted butler, he easily transferred all the servants and bodyguards.
Fortunately, when he and Yang Qingyue were in the living room before, he dismissed them in advance because he was afraid that the servants would see something. Otherwise, he would not be able to easily complete the counterattack now.
After moving the people away, the housekeeper looked around and closed the door.
