Slightly sweet when I first heard it

The elevator goes directly to room 520.

What a dishonest old pervert, even the room number is greasy.

Yan Jinghuai got out of the elevator with disbelief, but found that it was different from what he had imagined.

There are no rotten pink lights and champagne, no flowers and balloons in the room.

This is actually an office.

Yan Jinghuai's face became even uglier.

Sure enough, he was an old pervert who actually played office games.

He checked the directors of the 'Wen's Group' on the Internet, a group of old men over half a century old, each of them looked like a bastard coveting his body.

He took a step back, but couldn't find a door to leave.

He is no longer qualified to retreat.

He unconsciously gnawed on his nails.

Damn, it's not the first time this kind of thing has happened, and it's a big deal to use force to solve it.

But it's best not to.He told himself that he could no longer let his current bar owner, Lao Zhou, bow his head everywhere.

The bottom line is abs.He persuaded himself that they are all old men, and it's no big deal to touch it.

Taking a deep breath, he took the first step.

The office is large, but the layout is very simple. There is only a matte black desk, a black desk lamp and a computer of the same color on the desk, and the chair behind the desk is also black.

Apart from the white walls, there is no third color in the huge space, which looks very depressing.

Yan Jinghuai took another step inside, only to find that there was a girl beside the table.

The girl has a standard oval face with round eyes and soft mouth.

She is tying her hair.

Maybe she doesn't do this often, but she looks a little clumsy, with rice cake-like lying silkworms popping out from her round eyes from time to time, she looks very pitiful.

However, her nose was strong, like a full bow, which neutralized her delicacy and added a bit of coldness and alienation to her face.

With just one glance, Yan Jinghuai recognized her as the very gentle girl in the lobby.

The office has floor-to-ceiling windows, the sun is so bright today, this person stands in the sun, crystal clear like a dream.

The girl soon spotted him.

No longer tangling her hair, she looked at him dissatisfied

Yan Jinghuai hurriedly took off his hat.He stroked his hair casually, and introduced himself:
"Hello, I'm Yan Jinghuai."

Yan Jinghuai doesn't look like a serious person.

He has a narrow face and a high nose, with beautiful peach blossom eyes, but with a little bit of white, he is suspected of being a philanderer, and his lips are thin, he looks like a ruthless Neptune.

Before coming, he went to the crew to try out a role, and the makeup on his face hadn't been removed yet, adding a bit of color to his plain face.

Wen Qingyin checked the time: "You are late."

She didn't seem to intend to pursue the matter, pointing to the chair on the other side of the desk, and ordered: "Sit."

Yan Jinghuai was shocked by her aura, and immediately sat down, putting his hands on his knees obediently, covering the holes in the ripped jeans.

Wen Qingyin stretched out his hand to him: "Hi, I'm Wen Qingyin. I invited you here."

About, me?

Yan Jinghuai looked at her in disbelief, "You, are you Wen Dong?"

He confirmed: "The Wen Dong who took care of me?"

It's not that he looks down on people, it's just that he looks down on looks, Wen Qingyin is more like the one who was adopted.

He has a smoking and drinking voice, his voice is low and hoarse.

The vocal cords seem to emanate from the soles of the feet.Wen Qingyin trembled unconsciously, and got goosebumps all over her body.

what happened.

She touched her left ear, electric leakage?

Following her movements, Yan Jinghuai saw a bluetooth headset hanging on her left ear.

In the TV series he has acted in, only the assistant is so busy.

He doubted her identity even more.

Wen Qingyin ignored his question.She stared at his face, "Have you had plastic surgery?"

Yan Jinghuai is often asked this question.He rubbed his face, "No, the original one."

Wen Qingyin nodded in satisfaction.

She lowered her eyes, looked at the hands of the two, and reminded: "Mr. Yan?"

Only then did Yan Jinghuai realize that he was still holding her hand.

Yan Jinghuai has big hands, with thin and long fingers, but the joints are not obtrusive, as beautiful as his face.

The only regret is that the nails on his fingers are short, which is a bit abnormal.

Only then did Wen Qingyin realize that he was still pale-skinned, which did not set off her healthy complexion beautifully.

Yan Jinghuai hurriedly let go, and was about to say something to save his image, but heard Qingyin say:
"I didn't take care of you."

Sure enough, it was wrong.Yan Jinghuai still had some regrets, and heard Qingyin say:

"This is not foster care, but marriage. This is a win-win cooperation."

"Yan Jinghuai, 25 years old, signed artist of 'Dongchen Starlight'. Eight years ago, he debuted as the captain of the idol boy group 'EAST', and is currently hidden by the company. ——Sorry, I did a little research on you."

Although she said she was sorry, there was no trace of apology on her face.

Yan Jinghuai felt offended.But he also knew that this emotion was from embarrassment to anger.

Wen Qingyin didn't notice his dissatisfaction.

Maybe she sensed it, but didn't care.

She continued:

"Seven months ago, you used all your savings to record an album without the company's permission. I didn't expect that the other party was a liar, who defrauded you of all your property."

"Because of the 'Dongchen' contract, you can't call the police, you can only suffer from being dumb."

Yan Jinghuai thought that this meeting would only be tortured physically, but he did not expect that the spirit would also be tortured.

He frowned, just wanted to express his dissatisfaction, Wen Qingyin moved closer and asked:
"Do you want revenge?"

"Wang Defu, the owner of the clothing store who asked you to sign a contract recently, is my little uncle. His contract is true. Whether it is revenge on the company or helping you recover the money, I can do it." She was like coaxing a child The old hag:
"You don't seem to know what the word 'Wen Qingyin' means."

"I'll give you 3 minutes to search for my information on the Internet. Don't worry, our company has a professional public opinion monitoring team, and my information is updated in real time."

Yan Jinghuai really didn't know Wen Qingyin.

He took out his mobile phone with spider veins on it, and asked blankly, "Yes, what three words?"

"... Hearing, hearing, clear water, sound of voice." Wen Qingyin replied.

Wen Qingyin's name is an entry.

Wen Qingyin, 28 years old, the granddaughter of Mr. Wen Bada, the founder of 'Wen's Group', is also the current president and board member of Wen's Group.

The professional team is very reliable, and there is no need for Yan Jinghuai to search for 'Wen's Group' again, this entry is directly included in Wen Qingyin's profile.

The result of this is that, even though it is Wen Qingyin's profile, the 'Wen's Group' takes up most of the page.

Yan Jinghuai knew about 'Wen's Group', and no one in this city did not know about this company.

It is said that Mr. Wen Bada started his business by selling small appliances, and gradually expanded his business. 'Wen' is now the leader in the city's high-end hotel and catering industry.

Yan Jinghuai felt that Wen Qingyin was a bit pretentious, she was clearly a rich second generation who was blessed by her family, but she took the achievements of 'Wen's' as her own credit.

He continued to look down:

Wen Qingyin has served as the president of 'Wen's' since she was 23 years old.In four years, the market value of the group has increased by 290%, with an estimated valuation of about 500 billion.

500 billion!female president? !
Yan Jinghuai looked at Wen Qingyin's face, and then at the number, doubting that he was dazzled.

He has never even seen such a large denomination of Ming coins.

Regardless of whether Wen Qingyin pretended or not, he became respectful: "What can I do for you."

Wen Qingyin said: "For some reason, I need a husband, and you are very suitable."

There is such a good thing!
Yan Jinghuai is used to bad luck, this kind of good news sounds like a scam.

For example, the overlord he played in a dog blood drama married the heroine of Cinderella in order to dig her womb for his first love, Bai Yueguang.

Luckily I don't have a uterus.Yan Jinghuai breathed a sigh of relief, and became vigilant again:

What if Bai Yueguang had the same blood type as her and wanted to lie to her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

He didn't dare to make things difficult for 500 billion, so he could only gently remind: "Wen Dong, I just look okay, people are actually quite imaginary."

Wen Qingyin's eyes wandered over his lower abdomen, her face was full of disgust:

"Don't stress, 'Wen Qingyin's husband' is just a job, no different from a fruit seller or a cleaner."

"As for your body... don't worry about the child, I will find someone to help you recuperate."

Yan Jinghuai hugged himself helplessly, "What the hell are you trying to do!"

"You should be more curious about what I can do for you."

"I can give you money, power, and contacts. If you want, I can open a 'Dongchen Starlight' for you."

Wen Qingyin calmly seemed to be discussing today's weather,

"If you don't want to, it's okay to eat, drink and have fun all your life. Whether it's Michelin or Man Han Banquet, buying a plane or a yacht, I can satisfy you."

"In order to prove that my promise is real and effective, I am willing to write these into the contract."

Wen Qingyin motioned him to look at the desk: "Or what you need me to do, as long as I can do it, I can write it in."

Listen, is this a condition that people can refuse?

Yan Jinghuai struggled to maintain the last trace of reason: "What do I need to do for you?"

"Stand by my side and don't betray me."

Wen Qingyin said coldly:

"It may sound embarrassing, but you just need to remember that what others can give you, I can give, and even more."

"As long as you don't betray me."

Although Yan Jinghuai has never been married, he also knows that this is what a couple should do.

"Is that all?" he asked.

Wen Qingyin said: "Don't have too much confidence in yourself."

"It's not easy to be able to do this."

Yan Jinghuai's parents lived like this, and he didn't know what was so difficult about this kind of thing.

Forget it, don't take advantage of the bastard, anyway, he won't suffer.

He picked up the signature pen on the table: "Where should I sign?"

Wen Qingyin was satisfied with his happiness.She pointed to the end of the contract and said casually, "There is one more thing."

"You're going to stop working."

Yan Jinghuai had already made a fortune, and was taken aback when he heard the words, "You mean——"

Wen Qingyin explained:

"You have to suspend your work in the entertainment industry."

"After the announcement of the marriage, someone must make a fuss about the black history of 'Wen Qingyin's husband'. I don't have time to solve it now."

"So, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, you should withdraw from the circle."

"Don't worry, I will give you 'pocket money', which is definitely a number that will satisfy you."

Sure enough, luck never happens to me.

The signature pen was dark green with rose-gold flowers on it, and it was very heavy. It was already difficult for him to hold it, so he simply put the pen down.

Yan Jinghuai said, "Sorry, I can't promise..."