This Damned Sweetness

The three-sided mirror in the bathroom turned into a matte surface under the steaming heat. The slender fingers scratched on the mirror surface indiscriminately, as if unable to reach the shore, sliding down again and again, leaving only a few mottled water marks, faintly visible. Snow white.

Xu Qiao knew that she would get angry with her upper body, but she didn't expect the fire to be so big, if she secretly hid the last small box and didn't show Cheng Lang to see it, she could not decide how it would end.

In the end, she was exhausted and carried by him to the bed in the rest room, crying and accusing him of being violent.

Originally it was good to wait for him to take a shower. He had to exercise the right to look at the gifts in advance, but he couldn't leave, so he coaxed her into the bathroom with him.

She carefully prepared the outfit, and did not feel the joy of being solemnly taken apart, so she rushed to the front line simply and rudely.

Cheng Lang sat by the bed and apologized to her.

I haven't seen each other for a week, and she was stimulated by her deliberate preparation of surprises, and the process will inevitably be rougher.

"Baby, wear it again another day, can I take it slowly?" Cheng Lang leaned over and kissed her forehead.

"Don't wear it! I won't wear it for the rest of my life!" Xu Qiao pushed him, "Go and destroy the corpse and clean it up!"

Cheng Lang touched her forehead: "Then you rest first, we will sleep here at night."

Xu Qiao glared him away, curled up on the bed like a dead shrimp.

It's not that they haven't tried it in the office before. Since Xu Qiao’s studio moved to the Central Business District, the two occasionally met during lunch breaks. Of course, because Cheng Lang couldn’t get out of it when he was busy, and the studio’s hardware conditions were not as good as the group’s, Xu Qiao came here most of the time. .

This is also the reason why she was able to go straight to the 62nd floor without going through the process tonight. The group had already known her well and won Cheng Lang Jinkou. From the security to the front desk, they all let them go directly.

There are more times, and some taboos are always broken.

Although Cheng Lang considered that the two of them had not yet received a marriage license, they were still restrained in this regard. Even at home, it was only the frequency of the next day at most, and would not "bring home affairs to the office", but the more taboo the atmosphere , On the contrary, the easier it is to breed feelings.

After several experiences, Xu Qiao has been familiar with the installations in Cheng Lang's office that do bad things-the glass wall is changed to one-way light, the floor-to-ceiling windows are lowered with venetian blinds, and a do not disturb reminder lock is added on the door, etc. And so on.

However, it was the first time that the two were unscrupulous here in the middle of the night when they went to the building.

Not only Cheng Lang was above her head, but she was actually a little crazy, but after she was crazy, she was sore and weak, and regretted that she had come to this glamorous "Send Thousand Miles".

When Cheng Lang packed up the wet clothes in the bathroom, Xu Qiao was already tired and sleepy. She felt a piece of the soft bed next to her. She knew that Cheng Lang had come up in a daze. She consciously passed by and added a zero point. There was no time to say at that moment: "Husband, happy birthday..."

Scolding him on his lips, thinking about him again in his heart, Cheng Lang thought, took the person into his arms, and asked her before turning off the lights: "Baby, will you come with me to get the certificate tomorrow morning? I'll have someone send the household register. "

"Ah..." Xu Qiao couldn't open her eyes, her head still reluctantly turning, "Tomorrow morning, have you got the lawyer ready for the agreement?"

Cheng Lang paused slightly: "What agreement?"

Xu Qiao continued to struggle on the verge of being asleep, and muttered: "Prenuptial agreement."

Cheng Lang fell silent.

Xu Qiao was not awakened by his words, but opened her eyes because of his silence: "Huh? What's wrong?"

"Do you think we need to sign a prenuptial agreement?" Cheng Lang confirmed slowly.

Xu Qiao was taken aback: "What do you mean, don't you plan to sign?"

Cheng Lang said calmly: "I have no plans."

Xu Qiao was completely awake, looked at the ceiling and blinked, feeling that she couldn't lie down on the 62nd floor, which was so cold, and sat up on her elbows.

Cheng Lang followed and got up, lifted the quilt up and let her cover it.

"If you don't sign a prenuptial agreement," Xu Qiao pointed to the floor, referring to the group. "From now on, it will be a common property. In the future..."

"Without this in case," Cheng Lang shook his head solemnly, "Do you think there will be a case?"

"No..." Because of surprise, Xu Qiao was dumbfounded for a while, and she didn't know how to express her words.

Not signing a prenuptial agreement means that if the two divorce in the future, she will get immeasurable wealth from the Cheng family. Considering the current unbalanced property status of the Cheng family and the Xu family, and the black history of the Xu family's debt and bankruptcy, she did not think about the possibility of losing this link in the past.

Signing of prenuptial agreements is a very popular phenomenon in Western wealthy circles. Westernized families like the Cheng family have such a wealth of wealth. It is also normal to prescribe property distribution issues in advance.

It was not that she was thinking of divorce, but she acquiesced, and his family would do it.

"I think this should be the meaning of your family. As you said before, Lan Chen is not yours alone, but also the hard work of your family and many shareholders. We can feel that we will not have that in case, but your family Don’t necessarily trust me like this, trust us!"

"Tell me the most realistic question," Xu Qiaozai carefully reasoned with him, "You haven't completely inherited the group now. If you don't sign this agreement, how can your grandfather trust the group to you in the future? He will definitely think Marriage is tied to your career. It’s a trifle to sign an agreement. It’s no loss to me. Anyway, I know you won’t bully me, but if you don’t sign it, it will affect your career and your relationship with your family. Then we are a community, so I will lose a lot with you, so why sign?"

"Since I say no sign, I have the ability and grasp to balance these problems you mentioned." Cheng Lang frowned, "If I can't solve these problems and pass the risks behind them to my wife, I don't think I am a qualified husband like this."

"But if I sign, you can work less hard, so why not do it?" Xu Qiao narrowed his mouth, "You are like this, although I am not risky, but I will be very stressed..."

Cheng Lang let go of his frowned brows, was silent for a while, nodded and said: "I understand, it's because I didn't consider it well."

"Right?" Xu Qiao suggested. "You should draw up an agreement that will live on your grandfather's side. It is stipulated that in case of any accident, I can't move the Lanchen Group to a cent, but don't be net. It's so miserable when you go out..."

"I know what you mean. Let the lawyer prepare a suitable agreement." Cheng Lang rarely interrupted her. "We won't talk about these unpleasant things, okay?"

Xu Qiao was just discussing the matter, but she didn't substitute herself and Cheng Lang, and touched his face with a smile: "Oh, let's not talk about it, Xiao Cheng is always good."

"Call my husband." Cheng Lang smiled and held her hand in his palm.

"I have given you the right to exercise for so long in advance, and now I won't call until I get the certificate!" Xu Qiao hummed.

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows: "Then it seems that someone can't sleep tonight."

Xu Qiao hugged herself: "Come back?"

Cheng Lang laughed: "It's not you, it's my lawyer."

Three days later, Xu Qiao, who had obtained a thick pile of prenuptial agreements, finally understood that Cheng Lang's lawyer was so sad for the boss to obtain the certificate as soon as possible.

Fortunately, the Cheng family had prepared a template for the agreement earlier, and Xu Qiao’s property was wiped out, and Cheng Lang’s property had clear details, so the lawyer rushed to the death line.

On Xu Qiao's side, Cheng Lang hired another lawyer for her to confirm the content of the agreement together, and took her to the notary office for related work that day.

The lawyers of both parties carefully confirmed the terms of the agreement. During this period, Xu Qiao tried to sign it impatiently several times, but Cheng Lang persuaded him to "be good, take a closer look."

After the notarization ended, the two officially got married on November 22, which happened to be the first snow day of this year in Beicheng.

Xu Qiao took a picture of the marriage certificate and uploaded it to Moments. The copy content was empty.

Because her mood can't be described with any copywriting.

Cheng Lang, who hasn't posted original Moments for thousands of years, rarely stolen Xu Qiao's pictures, and also posted a Moments with no editorial copywriting.

The silent silence was as quiet and moving as the first snow in Beicheng.

The two people's mobile phones vibrated all night, and there was joy from all directions.

When Xu Qiao was talking on the phone with his father in Southeast Asia in his bedroom, Cheng Lang avoided the balcony and answered a call from a lawyer.

On the other end of the phone, the lawyer asked: "Mr. Cheng, the loopholes have been reserved in advance. In fact, even if the agreement is not annulled, most of the binding clauses for Mrs. Cheng will not take effect. Are you sure to completely invalidate the agreement?"

"Yes," Cheng Lang stood at the window and smiled at the white night, "I'm sure."

"After the group is stable, I will inform you to draw up an agreement again." Cheng Lang said.

The lawyer certainly understood how "partial" he was about to sign an agreement, and said with a smile: "I have never seen a client like you."

The author has something to say: 　　. As expected, Mr. Lang, woo woo woo.