Sweet trap: President, Let Me Go!

Mu Xichen likes to see her angry. With her hairy hair, she looks like a little lion. It's very good-looking, really good-looking!

Song Yunqing's big eyes blinked and blinked, blinking and blinking, and big drops of tears fell down like beads with broken lines.

She burst into tears.

Mu Xichen panicked, hurriedly wanted to wipe her tears and coaxed her gently: "Yunqing, Yunqing, don't cry, don't cry, be good, don't cry, don't cry."

Song Yunqing struggled desperately and sobbed.

"Well, well, here's the money, here's the money, don't cry, here's the money!" Mu Xichen was completely confused.

The crying stopped suddenly.

Song Yunqing's eyes soaked with tears were watery, and his shadow could be seen.

"Really? Give me the money back? " There are still tears on her face.

Mu Xichen glanced at the outside from the corner of his eye and nodded: "go and sign with me. I can give you 500000 first."

Song Yunqing clenched his lips and thought. He knew he was making money with him. He was not too angry, but he must not give him that million.

OK, half a million is half a million. Take back half first.

Song Yunqing sucked her nose and casually wiped tears on the back of her hand.

"Sign what?" Mu Xichen has got off the station and opened the door for her on her side.

Mu Xichen took her waist and walked in: "sign your name." At the same time, she broke her scattered hair, took care of it, helped her stop, looked at it, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Sign the marriage application and give you 500000 when you get back to the car." Mu Xichen grabbed her shoulder and whispered, his voice full of temptation.

Lin Jiarui, who followed him, turned his head to one side and couldn't bear to witness it. General Mu looked like a bad man. He said to the children, "come, follow your uncle and buy you sugar."

Today, he is really an eye opener. Next time he sees the old man, he must tell him about it. The old man must be happy. Maybe he can give him that white marble chess.

Fortunately, I came with myself today. I was secretly glad.

Song Yunqing chews her fingers and thinks about it. Mu Xichen has won one million for selling once, but she has been caught. Mu Xichen and Shen Yi will not let her go. Anyway, they originally planned to marry Mu Xichen to leave home.

That's it. Besides, you can get back 500000, and then slowly get back the other 500000. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. You're wrong first. Let him take one step.

So he nodded and obediently followed Mu Xichen in to fill in the application, take photos and get the certificate.

Lin Jiarui smoked from the corner of his mouth.

Even Peng Yue's limitless brain hole must not have imagined that the supreme boss in their hearts married by such an improper means of coercion and inducement?

Poor Miss Song!

This is clearly the trick of the big gray wolf eating the little white rabbit.

But Miss Song's IQ is very urgent. He's using your 500000 to buy your signature, okay?

The reason why song Yunqing couldn't understand such a simple truth was that she knew she was wrong about selling Mu Xichen. So she was quietly sold by Mu Xichen and counted the money for him.

Poor song Yunqing!

Looking at the red book in her hand, song Yunqing sat in the car, still in a trance.

Mu Xichen was in a good mood and took the marriage certificate in Song Yunqing's hand: "I'll keep it."

Song Yunqing had no objection.

"Give me the money back." Song Yunqing reached out to Mu Xichen.

Mu Xichen said to Lin Jiarui, "call your wife 500000."

The wife's cry stunned song Yunqing and Lin Jiarui, but mu Xichen was very happy.

Hugged song Yunqing: "madam, let's go home."

He looked up and said to the driver, "go back to the villa."

Song Yunqing struggled out of his arms: "we haven't signed the prenuptial agreement yet!" I forgot such an important thing.

She pushed Mu Xichen away to get her bag. She saw Lin Jiarui receive the things on her desk in the bag.

Sure enough, the half written agreement was found.

She grabbed the agreement and sat up straight: "I haven't written it yet. When I've written it, I'll ask you to sign it."

Mu Xichen took a look: "prenuptial agreement? Madam, now that we are married, we don't have to sign such things. " Then he threw a few pieces of paper under the seat.

"Hey, hey, you can't throw it." Song Yunqing was in a hurry and bent over to look for it.

Mu Xichen stroked her waist with a strange smile in his voice: "little lady, are you provoking me?"

Song Yunqing's movements froze. She was too worried and fell on Mu Xichen.

Song Yunqing regained consciousness and suddenly got up with his long hair scattered and his face flushed.

Just as he wanted to speak, Mu Xichen had pressed up, and song Yunqing was too frightened to move.

Mu Xichen put one hand against the back of her head and wouldn't let her escape. One hand covered her eyes.

Being stared at by her pure big eyes at such a moment will make people feel guilty of harming Xiaomiao.

Song Yunqing obediently closed her eyes. Her brain had stopped thinking.

Song Yunqing clenched her teeth tightly. She told her to resist rationally, but she didn't know how to resist at all.

Muxichen's hand stroked her waist, and his tender skin was gently stroked by his thick hand, and his body trembled.

With his big hand on her waist, song Yunqing shouted "ah", but his voice was drowned in his lips.

The "boom" in Song Yunqing's mind turned into a blank, and her body slowly softened. Just when song Yunqing felt she was suffocating, Mu Xichen finally let go of her lips.

Mu Xichen's eyes fell on her ruddy and full lips, feeling happy.

Song Yunqing gulped for fresh air. Her face was red and her mind was clear. She suddenly thought that she was in the car. She was embarrassed, but she saw that the partition board had been raised in the front seat, separating them from the driver and Lin Jiarui.

Mu Xichen looked at her in disorder. She turned her back and looked out of the window.

This man is too dangerous, too heinous.

Mu Xichen didn't intend to let her go and put his hand around her. Song Yunqing exclaimed, tightened his waist, and his body had fallen into Mu Xichen's arms. Mu Xichen protected her head to avoid hitting the roof.

Song Yunqing blushed and struggled hard. Afraid of making a noise to be heard by the people in front, she had to bite her lip and put her hand on Mu Xichen's hard chest.