The silver Bentley stopped in front of a villa.

"Get out of the car—" Meng Yanchen's hand pressed on the black steering wheel, and a hint of banter flashed in his phoenix eyes.

"Oh!" Chu Qiao's teeth bit his lip, and he obediently opened the car door and slowly walked out of Bentley.

Chu Qiao's foot was not completely healed, so he could only limp behind Meng Yanchen and follow him as best he could.

Walk into the villa.

"Young Master Meng—" Sister Wan walked to the brown gate and greeted Meng Yanchen respectfully. Her eyes naturally swept over Chu Qiao, but she was not surprised. Young Master Meng has never lacked women, changing women is like changing clothes, she has long been used to it.

Chu Qiao wrung his fingers a little nervously. The villa is magnificent, whether it is the crystal chandelier flown in Italy, or the handmade carpet from Milan, or the decoration designed by famous artists, she is a little dizzying. If she had seen it, Chu Qiao had seen it on TV at most. In front of such a bright and noble house, she did not know where to put her hands and feet.

"Follow me to the study. Meng Yanchen glanced at Chu Qiao, the corners of his mouth curled, and his voice was faint.

Chu Qiao walked from the car to the villa, and a layer of cold sweat had already appeared on her forehead. She gritted her teeth, then stiffened her head and followed behind Meng Yanchen.

After a few steps, her nose hit the hard 'wall'.

"Shhh...... It hurts!" she exclaimed, but soon she fell into a wide, warm embrace. Chu Qiao's hand subconsciously hooked Meng Yanchen's neck, and looked at the approaching handsome face, the phoenix eyes were as deep as the sea, but they firmly attracted all her attention.

"You ......"

Before he could finish his next words, he was interrupted: "What do you want to say? By the way, you don't see how many fat, but how can you be so heavy?" The mocking words were low but full of magnetism.

Chu Qiao's eyes widened angrily, clenched his small fists, and said dissatisfiedly, "What?

Meng Yanchen smiled faintly, his eyes flashing slightly. This cautious but simple-minded woman, looking at her delicate eyes, there was a strong desire to possess in his heart, wanting to keep her anger and her anger. It's really funny to watch her occasionally blow up.

In the study.

Chu Qiao sat on the beige leather sofa and looked at Meng Yanchen quietly.

"Let's sign......" he pulled open the drawer and threw a pile of paper onto the couch with a thud, followed by a black signature pen.

"Sign, sign......" Chu Qiao stretched out his little hand, put the papers together tremblingly, and looked at the A4 papers.

"I like to have the evidence. Once you have signed it, please follow the above regulations. He tugged at his tie impatiently, and looked at Chu Qiao lazily. He spoke lightly, as if he were talking about a deal, but really, he was talking about a deal.

To make it clear is to avoid entanglement in the future.

Her gaze scurried over the papers, her eyebrows tightening. Within a year, sit her lover for a year. Follow the rumor, don't get entangled with other men, don't ask about his private life, don't do anything in his name, obediently disappear when he doesn't need her, and after a year, no matter how happy she is, she must completely disappear from his Meng Yanchen's life......