Get your certificate in 1 hour! After a flash marriage with a wealthy heir

Gan Qi has already figured out the rules.

Whenever Meng Yan talks about things related to men and women, no matter how cold he pretends to be on the surface, he is always a little shy in his bones.

The more this happened, the more "cute" she found him in her heart.

"Mr. Meng, aren't you shy?"

Gan Qi pointed it out directly.

Meng Yan coughed lightly, "The air conditioner temperature is too high, it's hot."

Gan Qi laughed even more unscrupulously. She wanted to tease him again, but the other party was a person with strong self-esteem after all, so she stopped.

"Come on, let's mop the floor. Don't you have the habit of exercising? Quan should be exercising. Mopping the floor can improve the coordination of your hands and feet."

"Who said that?"

"Oh me!"

Gan Qi explained to him while demonstrating, "Put one hand on the ground and wipe the floor with the other, and keep your legs balanced at the right time. Isn't this a kind of exercise?"

Meng Yan: She is making more and more lies...

Although Meng Yan works out regularly on weekdays, he never associates fitness with housework.

Gan Qi continued to joke: "As long as you wipe 1000 floors a day, you will have 8-pack abs sooner or later!"

In fact, Meng Yan had already developed standard abdominal muscles.

Although he is not as big as the one in the magazine, he is well-proportioned overall, but Gan Qi has never seen it before.

He didn't want to have to deal with her so much.

So, under Gan Qi's enthusiastic gaze, Meng Yan pursed his lips and slowly bent his long legs, imitating her, half-kneeling and leaning over the floor, carefully mopping the floor one by one.

"To what extent?" he asked calmly.

Gan Qi: "The requirements are not high, as long as you can be a mirror."

Meng Yan:? ? ?

He raised his head to look at her again, only to see Gan Qi suddenly playfully stick out her tongue at him.

"Are you serious? Tsk, tsk, what a man without a sense of humor."

Meng Yan was silent for a while and didn't speak.

It was precisely because she talked nonsense all day long that I couldn't tell which of her words was a joke.

If you think about it carefully, as the head of a wealthy family, you are actually sitting at home on your knees mopping the floor... It would be a huge joke if word got out.

Fortunately there was no one else here, otherwise...

Thinking of this, Meng Yan suddenly felt a little aggrieved.

Yes, who are you?

He is the sole heir to the Meng Group, the richest man in City A, and the leading chaebol here!

Why did she say she had to wipe the floor obediently?

Just as he was about to get up, Gan Qi's surprised praise came to his ears.

"Ah! I didn't expect Mr. Meng to be so good at doing housework! His force is even and his technique is beautiful. He wipes it much cleaner than me!"

"I originally thought you were not good at it, but I didn't expect you to be so good once you started. The floor became bling bling! It's so awesome. People can't be judged by their appearance."

Meng Yan paused and said, "Are you trying to put a high hat on me on purpose?"

He said: Don't try to confuse me!

But there was a hint of joy in my heart, and this feeling of being praised was a bit overwhelming.

Gan Qi: "To be honest, I thought you would be in a hurry! Mr. Meng is a good hand no matter what he does."

Meng Yan was disgusted with her flattery, but he worked harder with his hands. He originally wanted to stand up and began to wipe his body seriously again.

yes! He is the most outstanding heir of the Meng family, and nothing can trouble him.

who is he? Meng Tingxun, the heir to the Meng family! It's just a matter of wiping the floor. If you don't do it, it's nothing. But if you do it, it will be amazing!

Looking at it this way, I really have talents in all aspects.

Gan Qi gave him a big "like" with a full face.

Get up and take out a beautifully packaged small box from your bag.

"Here! Mr. Meng, this is your reward."

Meng Yan wiped his fingers and opened the box with surprise - it was a delicate crystal cup with dark patterns.

"Like it?"

"Well, not bad."

Meng Yan thought she would buy a porcelain one, but this crystal style also suited his temperament.

"I originally wanted to buy a porcelain one, but today I had an expert as my advisor, so I chose this one!"

An expert?

Meng Yan thought to himself: Isn't the so-called expert just Gan Qi's unreliable best friend Tao Xixi?

"Okay, I'll take it."

Meng Yan's tone was calm, but he was actually quite happy.

A cup means a lifetime. This kind of confession flowing in the dark is inexplicably heart-warming.

While playing, Gan Qi suddenly asked:

"Mr. Meng, have you met many rich people?"

"It's okay. I'm surrounded by people with average financial resources."

Meng Yan: No matter how rich a person is, he can only be like this in front of himself!

"Then I just have a question to ask you."

"You said."