Wealthy Poison Pet: Leng Di's No. 7 Bride

Chapter 15 He's Not a Business

She used to be lucky for his words, but now it seems that she was wrong... How can a person like him who asks for anything, pay attention to those things, after all, only the two of them know those words.If he wants to repent, what can she do?
Pei Zhihan lowered his head and was about to take off the snow-white nightgown on his body, but stopped when his fingers were clasped on the lace, he lifted the quilt and went straight to the bed.

After the rustling movement, Hong Jiaqi felt that most of the bed on the right hand sank, her heart beat faster and faster, and she held her breath.

It was only 1 minute, 3 minutes, 5 minutes, and there didn't seem to be any movement over there. She didn't dare to turn around to look, let alone move.Time passed so lightly, unobservable.

next day
The morning sun shone on the earth like a layer of golden smoke, everything in the world began to wake up, and the thin air gradually became fresh.

Hong Jiaqi's first reaction after waking up was to look at the clothes on her body. Fortunately, there was no untucked place, and the side, which was cool, seemed to have left Pei Zhihan a long time ago.

Hong Jiaqi got up, changed her clothes, washed up, and went downstairs. In the spacious living room, sunlight shone in through the glass windows, and the ground was filled with light and dark colors.

Pei Zhihan stood in the shadows, holding the coffee cup in his finger, looking faintly at the wisteria tree outside the window.The petals of wisteria in the morning look dark purple, hanging on the branches in strings, swaying with the wind, like lanterns, patchwork, complicated and beautiful.

"Miss Hong, you're up." An Lan came in from the outside and saw Hong Jiaqi staring at Pei Zhihan intently, with a playful look in her eyes, and walked over happily.

Hong Jiaqi lowered her eyelids slightly, nodded her head, and went to the restaurant.

The breakfast has Western style and Chinese style. Hong Jiaqi actually likes to eat steamed buns, so she chose Chinese style.

"This is the content of our agreement, I hope you can read it well." When Pei Zhihan came over, he threw a document on the dining table, "Everything follows the process."

Whether she knew it in advance or not, he didn't care, all he cared about was the result.

Under his cold gaze, Hong Jiaqi shuddered unconsciously, and then carefully took the copy of the contract on the table. The questions that have been troubling her for the past few days should be all in it.

"Thank you"

Pei Zhihan took the fried egg in front of him and left. The sun on the terrace was just right, and the flower fragrance of wisteria should be strong.

Hong Jiaqi opened the contract, and the four big characters on the top were enough to make her dumbfounded, "Contract for childbirth?" After quickly reading the detailed terms, Hong Jiaqi's heart became even more turbulent. Her own brother actually did so much behind her back. thing?
"I'm going out for a while." Hong Jiaqi closed the copy and got up and left. Although An Lan didn't know what happened, she followed closely, "Miss Hong hasn't eaten yet?"

"I'm not hungry." Hong Jiaqi walked to the entrance and was about to change her shoes.

A cold voice came from behind, without a trace of warmth, "The matter has come to this point, and you still haven't recognized the facts." Sitting in front of the window, Pei Zhihan's lips curled up into a chuckle, "You have to press us now leave the contract, or ask your brother to pay twice the liquidated damages."

Hong Jiaqi stopped changing her shoes, "That's 1000 million." How could Hong Ming have it.

"That depends on what you do." Pei Zhihan's cold gaze stayed on Hong Jiaqi's fair little face, "I will respect your choice."

respect?There was a smile on the corner of Hong Jiaqi's lips, which turned out to be bitter, "You are forcing me, you obviously have status, money and looks, why do you want to force me like this?"

"A businessman seeks profit. As long as I can maximize the value of my business, I will spare no effort to do it." Pei Zhihan said lightly, putting the finished milk glass on the side of the table, his slender white hand seemed to be transparent It looks good.

Hong Jiaqi couldn't help feeling sad, "But what you want is a child, he's not a business."

(End of this chapter)