Chapter 47

After talking to Xiao Mengyao on the phone, Yan Yiqing sighs deeply.

Like a big stone in my heart, I finally put it down.

He was still wearing the shirt that he had taken a bath last night, and there were still tears on his white and smooth face.

Let Mo heart or some moving.

The eyes are softer than before.

"I'll go first." She did not have the slightest nostalgia, in this place and Rong Mo more than a minute is enough to let her feel suffocated, she would like to insert a pair of wings to fly away from here.

Before she put on her slippers, she heard a cold voice behind her, like a soft voice.

"Stop."

She stiffened.

"Do you want to live with Xiao Mengyao after you go back? Doesn't she have a life of her own? Is it really good for you to disturb the pace of her life so hard? " The man behind him has a overbearing temperament that can't be ignored, and he is also an excellent negotiator, just to want her to stay and make great efforts to keep her.

I have to say that the other side is really a good negotiator.

Yan Yiqing did stop, straight slender legs set under the shirt, bright between the color of pants come out.

Rong Mo's brow is more tightly knit up.

If he doesn't stay, will this woman go out like this?

Yan Yiqing is indeed moved by Rong mo.

Although Rong Mo's motive is not pure, what he said is very reasonable. Xiao Mengyao is also an individual. She has her own life and her friends can even fall in love. However, because of her affairs, she has been living in Xiao Mengyao's apartment.

What she should face is not where she lives, but her heart.

"Three rules." She turned her eyes and brows clean, without hiding any thoughts.

Looking at the deep eyes cast by Rong Mo, she calmly continues to say, every word is clearly knocked on Rong Mo's heart.

"Although you take care of me, I am also a person. I have my own job and I have my own things to do. You can't tie me up like a dog. If there is nothing else, I can't use it. I'll be on call if you need me. And during the physiological period... I have the right to refuse your love... "

She said this with a trace of doubt on her face, with a blush on her face. Her eyes pretended to be calm. When she touched rongmo, she drew back.

I don't know why Rong Mo's heart is like someone with a feather duster constantly provoking his heart.

What she said was very bad for him.

Work? Is it the kind of endorsement of large-scale poster photos?

"What do you think you have to talk about? You should be safe in this place when you are taken care of by me, instead of running around and doing all kinds of work in public. " Rong Mo's face has become ugly.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

Come in is Rong Mo's Royal lawyer, a middle-aged man with glasses very gentle, "Rong Zong, what you want is ready."

"Bring it here."

Rong Mo throws this contract in front of her, "this contract is specially made for you. Since I have taken care of you, I will help you pay back as a price. Now you just need to sign your name on this paper..."

When he said this, Rong Mo's face was full of the merchant's most essential shrewdness, and trading.

It's a deal between them.

Yan Yiqing clenches her lower lip. If she signs it, she will have no human rights. If she doesn't sign it, how can she repay the debt?

This is really a tangled problem.

But Rong Mo didn't give her the chance to repent. She grabbed her hand, took the Parker pen from the lawyer, held her hand, and wrote Yan Yiqing's name on the agreement.

Even though she was struggling, it didn't work.

The lawyer takes out the red inkpad from his office bag, and rongmo grabs her slender finger and presses it heavily, then presses her fingerprint on the signature of the paper.

The lawyer quickly put the contract away.

After finishing the signing, Rong Mo doesn't force her any more.

The most ironic words are revealed among the words, "Yan Yiqing, you are my person from today on."

What should have been the most sentimental words was so heartbreaking.

Yan Yiqing originally thought that after last night's lingering, the relationship between the two people may get better, but everything is her self indulgence, Rong Mo is still very disgusted with her look, not a little gentle.

Her lips were dry and almost peeling, just a few movements.

She secretly ridicules herself, Yan Yiqing, he treats you like this as a piece of goods. Do you still want to love him? Why do you have to live so humble?

She seemed to have exhausted all her strength and then closed her eyes tightly.

All the desire to talk and stop, all hidden in the eyes.

When you open your eyes again, it's not the same as before.

The eyes were clear.

Rong Mo quickly left with his lawyer and said, "if you dare to leave this apartment, I'll break your leg."

Oh.

She couldn't help laughing.

What is she now? He was locked up.

The only thing she knew was that the door of the apartment had been locked by rongmo.

This is the time.

The only landline in the apartment began to ring. Yan Yiqing, who was curled up in the corner, immediately got up, put her hands on the phone and was ready to answer it. She hesitated for a moment and then picked it up.

The voice on the other end of the phone is very familiar, "Hello, are you rongmo or Qingqing?"

Yan Yiqing is excited when she hears Xiao Mengyao's voice. Why didn't she expect to ask for help by phone?

"Yao Yao, I'm Yi Qing." Her voice was full of excitement.

"Qingqing, I have something about Yanjia now. Do you want to hear it?"

Yan Jia

Yan Yiqing's hands still trembled, Yan family.

That raised her and ruined her Yan family. She has never been back to Yan family since she married Lu Qin. She doesn't want to know anything about Yan family.

"No, I don't want to know."

The expression on her face was very distorted, with hatred she didn't even feel.

"Qingqing..."

The other end of the phone seems to have changed, vaguely heard the man's voice.

Only heard the voice of Ning HaoChen immediately appeared on the phone, "Qingqing, I'm Ning HaoChen, whether you want to listen or not, but I think as your good friend, I need to tell you this matter, no matter you know whether you hate me or hit me, you must know."

The air seemed to solidify.

Only heard Ning HaoChen's voice echo, "Qingqing, your father died."