If you have a bad marriage intention, don't be too bad for an overbearing president!

She didn't feel the need to sign such an agreement.

Xiang Wan remained calm for the time being, ate another custard bun, took another sip of milk, raised his eyes, and looked at the man who was eating breakfast slowly with a pair of grape-like eyes, and asked almost questioningly: " Why do I have to listen to your arrangements for three years? Don’t I have the right to choose?"

Hearing this, Mo Huanting pulled the napkin on his chest and threw it aside. Then he put down the knife and fork in his hand and signaled, and then the housekeeper ordered people to remove the things.

He pulled his lips and smiled: "You have to figure out your current position. If you can save the Xiang family by yourself, then this agreement will naturally not come to pass. I have nothing to lose. The key is all yours."

It seemed that this was not the first time Xiang Wan heard Mo Huanting say such words to her.

In fact, his meaning can be summarized in one sentence, that is: If you have the ability, don't come to beg me. If you beg me, you are still bargaining.

Thinking of this, Xiang Wan felt a little discouraged.

Yes, she is asking for something from him now, and he doesn't have to help.

No matter how hard grandma pressed for marriage, he probably wouldn't care at all.

Of course, there is another possibility, which is to use it as a cover-up for him and Liang Ruiyan.

He seemed to have said before that he was a little tired of being called gay all the time.

But he obviously is!

Xiang Wan had a headache. He didn't want to think about such troublesome things. He shook his head and argued for himself: "Is it true that you asked me to go east? I will go east. I must not go west. There is no room for negotiation at all." ?”

This is too overbearing!

Mo Huanting continued to laugh, making Xiang Wan's hair stand on end and shuddering several times.

He said, "Apply."

"..." Did she hear wrongly, "You said applying?"

Mo Huanting nodded and said, "There should be rules in everything you do. Since you signed the agreement, if you are not satisfied with some of the things I arranged, then just write an application. This is called mutual respect, do you understand?"

Although Xiang Wan was still murmuring in her heart, luckily she had fought for herself just now, otherwise she would really have become a marauding doll.

"Okay! I get it, just apply!" After saying that, she took the pen that had been placed in her hand, signed Party B's signature, and then stamped it.

In just a few seconds, she sold herself.

It feels a bit unreal, but it is so real.

It’s unimaginable that she really wants to marry Mo Huanting, it’s unimaginable...

There were three agreements in total. After Xiang Wan signed them, he didn't want to look at the papers that looked very light but were actually very heavy. He bowed to Mo Huanting and turned around to leave.

"and many more……"

The man behind her suddenly called out to her.

"What's wrong?" She turned around in confusion.

Mo Huanting took the agreement handed over by the butler and said with piercing eyes, "Everything you do must go through your head first."

Xiang Wan really couldn't understand such words. She didn't think that although her brain was not as useful as his, it was definitely not a decoration.

Not wanting to engage in more verbal arguments, he agreed casually.

There's still a lot to do, and it's not a good time to stay here for long.

After Xiang Wan left, Mo Huanting still looked at the door. He raised the hand holding the agreement slightly and said to the housekeeper: "Get it to Mo's law firm for notarization tomorrow."

-End of this chapter-