Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

Song Yan's output was crazy.

If one move fails, try another, desperate to get the house.

Because school is about to start, if she doesn’t transfer the household registration and settle down quickly, her children will not be able to register for school this year!

Ai Fei looked at the anxious Sister Song in front of her and said coldly, "You don't have to worry about the house. Please go back."

Song Yan's fat face pulled.

"Why don't I have to worry about it? After you get married, Beijing will own half of this house. How can we not get it as soon as possible?"

There was impatience in Ai Fei's eyes.

"I'm already married and will not marry Song Beijing again, so this house has nothing to do with you. Please go back."

Song Yan seemed to have heard some shocking joke.

“Are you married?

In just one day, where can you find a wild man to marry?

Your whole family is dead. If it weren't for this house, even a beggar wouldn't marry you!

Ai Fei, I'm making this clear today. You have to sign this agreement whether you want to or not!"

As Song Yan spoke, he took out the agreement from his arms and slammed it on the table.

Ai Fei's eyes turned cold.

It seems like stars are falling, but upon closer inspection, it is a hint of sharpness.

"Sir, tell me, I have to sign it, no matter what or not."

Song Yan's greasy, smoke-covered face gave a sinister smile.

"Do you feel hot all over now?

Fever is right!

Feifei, you are in urgent need of a man now, just like a bitch in heat needs a man urgently. Without a man, you can't survive tonight.

If you sign this agreement, Beijing will help you, just as if you were completing your wedding night in advance.

If you don't sign.

My sister has already prepared two beggars outside...

Do you want to spend a night with Bei Jinghe and Meimei, or have a promiscuous night with two beggars outside? You should know which one to choose!"

Song Yan had a sinister, smug, and determined look on his face.

Ai Fei laughed out of anger.

These two siblings are more shameless than each other!

"Is this what you meant, Sister Song, or is this what Song Beijing meant?"

At this moment, Song Beijing stepped in.

He had just heard it outside. It turned out that his sister asked him to come here in a hurry because of this matter.

Although he didn't know about it beforehand, he now felt that what his sister did was great.

If I don't teach her a lesson, this girl Ai Fei will become too ignorant of the world.

A plaster seller who is unwilling to transfer his house to my sister wants to marry her, a man with a golden rice bowl in the system. What a daydream!

He was wearing a well-tailored Armani suit.

He looked well-mannered and full of energy, and raised his hand to adjust his tie.

In a condescending tone, he said, "Fei Fei, as long as you are willing to sign this agreement, I can reluctantly spend my wedding night with you in advance."

Ai Fei suppressed her nausea.

"So, you two, brother and sister, drugged me, forced me to sign this agreement, and then slept with me. And I'm supposed to be so grateful and kowtow to you?"

Song Beijing looked at her beautiful face.

My heart itches a little.

Arrogantly said: "There is no need to kowtow and thank you. We have known each other for a long time, and I can't just watch you commit yourself to a beggar."

Ai Fei almost vomited.

With the last bit of patience, he said, "Go away! Don't let me see you again!"

Otherwise, I will beat her every time I see her.

"roll?

You must be joking. I want to see how you will kneel down and beg us when the medicine takes effect!

I'm making it clear today, if you don't sign this agreement, there's no way Bei Jing will sleep with you!"

Song Yan said something sharp and sat down.

A cold light flashed in Ai Fei's eyes.

"Are you really not going to leave?"

Song Yan sneered repeatedly.

"I was waiting for you to kneel down and beg my Bei Jing to sleep with you, how could you...ah..."

Before he could finish his words, a slender little hand pinched his face.

Ai Fei pinched her mouth open with one hand, picked up the milk tea on the table with the other hand, and poured it directly into her mouth.

The movements are smooth and crisp.

Gudong Gudong Gudong...