Mo Qinghan stood in front of the door of the presidential suite, the room card in her hand felt like she was about to be "soaked" by the sweat overflowing in her hand, and the "in" and "not in" in her brain After many wars, "in" finally won the victory.

Slowly opened the door, took a deep breath and then slowly spit it out, Mo Qinghan thought in his heart that it was just a membrane, using it to save a person's life, and he would earn it.

The light in the room was very dim, only a table lamp was turned on, and by the light of the table lamp, Mo Qinghan could see the back of the man in a bathrobe standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

She said hello thoughtfully, "Mr. He, thank you for your kindness?" ”

He Zheyu, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, did not speak for a long time, still with his back to Mo Qinghan, which made Mo Qinghan a little overwhelmed, and the hands on both sides tightly tugged on his skirt to hide his nervousness and uneasiness.

"An act of kindness?"

He Zheyu chuckled lightly after saying these two words, and then said: "This is what you exchanged for the rest of your life, how to do a good deed, it's just a business." ”

Mo Qinghan listened to He Zheyu's words, although he felt a little uncomfortable, after all, it was uncomfortable for anyone to be treated as a commodity by others, but he didn't care about the words that came out of his mouth.

"Then can I borrow your bathroom for this product, after all, on the way here, the smell of the bus and subway may affect the quality of the product."

He Zheyu turned around and looked at Mo Qinghan, and said coldly: "Whatever you want, if I were you, I would choose to complete my work first." ”

Mo Qinghan was a little surprised, and he paused for a while before saying, "Okay, whatever you want, as long as you don't mind the smell of sweat on my body." ”

Mo Qinghan walked into the bedroom as he spoke, and as soon as he arrived at the door of the bedroom, He Zheyu said, "The study next door." ”

Mo Qinghan was stunned and asked in disbelief: "Book....room." He stuttered a little.

"Translate the information next to the computer in the study into English for me, give it to me tomorrow morning, and your customers tonight are them, not me." After finishing speaking, He Zheyu didn't even glance at Mo Qinghan, and went directly into the bedroom.

Mo Qinghan couldn't believe what her ears heard, and when she reacted, all she responded to was a cold sound of the door closing.

Mo Qinghan said weakly to the door: "It seems that I think too badly, but I am still very grateful to you." ”

After finishing speaking, she went to the study, because she knew that it was not a good thing to make the "customer" wait for a long time, as far as Mo Qinghan was concerned, if she repaid her for the rest of her life in this way, at least there was still a place in her life that was transparent, maybe gray, but it was better than all black!

In the early morning, the breeze caressed the curtains and made a rustling sound, waking up Mo Qinghan, who was sleeping soundly in front of the computer desk.

Mo Qinghan slowly got up and stretched a big lazy waist, looked at the translated documents on the table, hurriedly walked out of the study, and as soon as he arrived at the door of the study, he looked at He Zheyu, who was already dressed neatly, sitting in front of the sofa and sipping tea, feeling that he had been waiting for a long time.

Mo Qinghan's eyes looked straight at the eyes sitting opposite her, which were full of coldness and arrogance, but the dark eyes were full of calm, and he felt that nothing could make a ripple in his eyes. The black hair, scattered in the ears, handsome has to make people secretly amazed, this is simply a demon!

But this handsome man didn't bring a trace of affection to Mo Qinghan, but He Zheyu's innate cold kingly aura made her feel a little chill on her back.

He Zheyu motioned to Han Mo on the side and handed the contract that had been drawn up to Mo Qinghan, who was still standing.

Mo Qinghan took his "deed of sale" composed of seven or eight pieces of A4 paper and looked back and forth for a while, but he didn't see a point.

Han Mo, who was standing on the side, spoke: "Miss Mo, you mainly understand the following points in this contract: 1: The rest of your life is at the disposal of Mr. He. 2: You belong to Mr. Ho's personal belongings and are not allowed to have intimate contact with other members of the opposite sex. Third: You cannot tell anyone about this contract you signed with Mr. Ho. Fourth: Out of this room, you and Mr. Mo are strangers. If you violate one of these rules, Mr. He will stop paying Mr. Mo Qingyu for all treatment. ”

After Han Mo finished speaking, he handed the pen to Mo Qinghanbing and said, "Miss Mo, if you don't think there is any problem, just sign the last page!" ”

Mo Qinghan took the pen in Han Mo's hand, and without the slightest hesitation, he signed the "deed of sale": "Mo Qinghan".

Han Mo handed the mobile phone and bank card that he had already prepared to Mo Qinghan.

Mo Qinghan said: "I don't need these!" ”

Han Mo said embarrassedly: "Miss Mo needs to remind you that you don't have the right to say 'no' to anything that Mr. He gives you." ”

Mo Qinghan took the item in Han Mo's hand and said, "I'm sorry, there won't be a next time." Can I go? Something is going on at school. ”

He Zheyu gave Han Mo a look, Han Mo instantly understood the meaning, and said to Mo Qinghan: "Miss Mo is free." ”

Mo Qinghan bowed deeply to He Zheyu before leaving the room. Such a move made He Zheyu, who had not said a word, confused for half a second, and returned to the original place in an instant.

Mo Qinghan stood in front of the bus stop and was waiting for the bus back to school, nibbling on white-flour steamed buns in his mouth and holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand. The breeze blew a few strands of green silk on her forehead, and there was still a little smile on her fair face, maybe only Mo Qinghan knew what a forced smile was.

All of this ended in the eyes of He Zheyu, who was sitting in the car not far from the platform, Han Mo, a part-time driver, said: "Most of the happy lives are the same, and the unfortunate lives are varied, other people's 18-year-old is still a flower girl who grew up in the arms of her parents, but Miss Mo is ........"

"Han Mo, you have a lot of words today," He Zheyu said coldly.

Han Mo knew that he had said the wrong thing, and said timidly: "Boss, Miss Yurou just called to say that her school has an event tonight, and I hope you can participate." “

"Good"