How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1914 Sweet Marriage Chapter 475 He can even choose a fiancée in less than a day, is it finalized?
The corridor was very quiet, which made the man's voice cold to the bone: "I heard that as long as I get married, you are willing to divorce Mu Bai?"

Nan Muqing's movements are really fast enough!
Hao Xiaoman put one hand on the metal railing, playing with the small pendant on the phone expressionlessly: "Well, that's it."

"Can I have a reason?"

"The reason is simple. I'm afraid that after I get divorced, you will meddle in my life openly. Obviously, you don't suit my taste. I'd rather live my whole life by myself than marry a cold man like you."

The man over there seemed to sneer: "Did I say I wanted to marry you?"

"I thought your various hints to me were enough to explain the problem!"

"You would rather live your life than marry me. It doesn't sound like you don't like me, but like you hate me for something."

"Oh, you think too much, I just simply don't like you."

The man was silent for a moment at the other end, and then spoke again, his voice had returned to the cold and indifferent: "How can I believe that if I get married, you will get divorced?"

With nothing to prove, the risk of his bet is too big.

Hao Xiaoman raised his eyebrows, and suddenly stood up straight, even his tone became serious: "So, you agreed?"

"Give me a reason to believe it first."

"..."

Hao Xiaoman thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out, and asked, "What reason do you want?"

"I only believe in legally binding contracts."

"..." Want to sign a contract with her?
Hao Xiaoman bit his lip, hesitated for a moment, and nodded quickly: "Okay! If you want a contract, I'll give it to you!"

The most direct benefit that power and wealth bring to a person is that no matter what he wants, someone will always prepare it for him with the highest efficiency.

When I received another call from Beifanhang, it was only 20 hours since the last time I spoke with him.

The man's voice, kept below freezing point, reached her ears, and she almost wondered if there was something wrong with her hearing.

The contract can be chosen in less than a day, and even his fiancée can be chosen in less than a day, is it finalized?
What does this man think of his marriage?

She looked at the time, then looked left and right at the traffic passing by on both sides: "Tell me the place where the contract was signed, and I'll go find you."

As soon as the words were finished, a stretched black Lincoln sedan slowly stopped beside her. After the driver got out of the car, he respectfully opened the door for her.

Hao Xiaoman's phone was still in his ear, and he pursed his lips and looked at the handsome man in a suit and leather shoes in the car: "You don't need to come pick me up."

The man put away his cell phone and glanced at her indifferently: "Since you're here, what do you want to express by saying this again?"

Let him drive the car in front, and she calls a taxi in the back, and then nervously ask the driver to 'keep up with the car in front'?
Hao Xiaoman silently put the phone in his pocket.

It has to be said that this kind of high-end man who is used to giving orders to others will always give people a sense of aloofness and nobility. If he throws a casual sentence over, he can't wait to crush the other party to death.

When she got in the car, her eyes briefly passed over the man's folded hands, and then glanced at his side. She didn't find anything like a briefcase, and frowned: "Where's the contract?"

"At the lawyer's."

"...where is the lawyer?"

The man lowered his head, looked down at her condescendingly, his paper-thin lips moved, and coldly threw out four words: "Too many questions."

(End of this chapter)