After wearing into the slag A, the powerful wife

"With a false name, if Miss Mo finds out about your flirtatious affairs, Jiang Weiran, you will be finished. This time it is my fault, and I will correct it. But there is no need for us to have such an ugly fight between the two of us. "Since Liu Fangde dared to do this, he naturally had many things to do about Jiang Weiran.

He Song frowned when he thought of the misdeeds of the original head class. She rolled her eyes at Liu Fangde impatiently. Just as she was about to say something, the doorbell rang suddenly.

She got up and walked over the scattered scripts.A girl with a round face and a ponytail appeared on the display screen at the door. She was wearing a camel coat, and her capable and neat temperament was undoubtedly highlighted.

He Song: "May I ask who you are?"

The girl showed a polite smile, with two cute dimples on the corners of her mouth, "Hello, Ms. Jiang, I am Fang Yuan, Ms. Mo's assistant. I have something to tell you about my visit today."

Miss Mo?Mo Qingran?

What's the matter with her coming to see me?With doubts in his heart, He Song opened the door.

Fangyuan stepped on low-heeled brown high-heeled shoes, changed into slippers when he entered the door, and greeted He Song politely. He Song was surprised by his good attitude.She thought that Mo Qingran's assistant would be dismissive of Jiang Weiran, who was stalking and out of shape.

Liu Fangde also heard the movement at the door. He stood up from the sofa and looked at Fangyuan in shock, as if he couldn't understand why Mo Qingran's assistant would take the initiative to find Jiang Weiran.

Things seemed to be far beyond his expectation, could it be that Mo Qingran's feelings towards Jiang Weiran...

Nervously and embarrassingly, he took a few steps towards the door, clasped his hands tightly by his side, bent down and squeezed out a flattering smile at Fangyuan, and stretched out his hands, "Hi, I'm Jiang Weiran's manager, no Knowing that Miss Fang is looking for us Weiran is..."

The master hadn't spoken yet, but Liu Fangde rushed to greet him like a dog, He Song looked at Liu Fangde with a cross-chested sneer, and said with an accent, "It's the former manager."

Fang Yuan's eyes quickly glanced at the expressions and movements of the two of them. He estimated seven or eight points in his heart, ignored Liu Fangde's outstretched hand, and turned to Jiang Weiran, "Since he is the former manager, we should not continue to pester him." I'm an artist, Ms. Jiang, I will tell the people in Huanyao Company that those who do not abide by professional ethics will not be able to stay in the company any longer."

Unexpectedly, Mo Qingran's assistant came up to speak for Jiang Weiran. While Liu Fangde panicked in his heart, he also really felt despair.It was because his judgment was too hasty, Jiang Weiran stood behind Mo's family, so it was not his turn to manipulate it arbitrarily.

"Wei Ran was joking, the contract hasn't been terminated yet, why is it the former manager, Miss Fang, we are joking."

He Song was very calm: "This is not a joke. From today on, you are no longer my manager."

Fang Yuan nodded, and said kindly: "The company will arrange a new agent for you. After all, Ms. Jiang is the fiancée of my boss and the future son-in-law of the Mo family. This gentleman should leave quickly, otherwise, I will call the security guard .”

Under the tremendous pressure from the two women, Liu Fangde knew that the situation was over, so he had no choice but to bow his head and leave in desperation.

He Song propped his hands on the cabinet in the entrance, and squinted at him, "Don't forget to take the things you brought with you."

Liu Fangde blushed, gritted his teeth, picked up the scattered script contracts on the ground, and stuffed them roughly into the briefcase. When he passed by He Song, he whispered viciously, "Just wait for your ruin."

The door of "Plop" apartment was closed again, and He Song picked out his ears, and now he felt that the roots of his ears were much cleaner.

She happily and gently invited Fang Yuan to sit down, and served him the butter pudding she made at noon.

Jiang Weiran's friends can be counted on one hand, except for those friends who eat, drink and have fun together, there are not many serious people. He Song wants to find someone to share food, but he can't find anyone to chat with.

Fang Yuan didn't expect Jiang Weiran to be so enthusiastic. She sat on the kitchen table smiling, scooping the springy and tender dessert in the crystal cup with a spoon with pink rabbit ears, feeling a little overwhelmed.

Was Jiang Weiran such a person?It dawned on her that the easy-going and gentle person in front of her was the complete opposite of what she had seen before.

Reminiscent of the complex expression on her boss's face when she told her that Jiang Weiran had changed, Fang Yuan suddenly understood the reason for her visit.

"Miss Jiang," Fang Yuan took out a well-wrapped portfolio from the purse he was carrying, "The boss asked me to give this to you."

He Song was also surprised that Mo Qingran had found his purpose, reached out to open the file bag, and took out a thick stack of contracts from it.The four characters "marriage by agreement" on the cover are particularly conspicuous

Ok?

"Mo Qingran decided to marry me?!" Something was wrong, she made it clear that day that she would not continue to entangle her, why did she still follow the old path of the script?

Fang Yuan nodded calmly. At the beginning, her reaction when she got the document was a hundred times more exaggerated than Jiang Weiran's reaction at this time, but now, compared to the shocked Jiang Weiran, she has fully accepted the facts and appears calm Not a lot.

After carefully observing Jiang Weiran's expressions, she lowered her head and dug another large piece of pudding into her mouth.Unexpectedly, this pudding looks ordinary on the outside, but it tastes very delicious. It seems that there are fresh fruit pieces and coconut milk in it, which is sweet and delicious.In all fairness, Jiang Weiran's craftsmanship is quite good, and her boss will be lucky in the future.

"No, why did she marry me..."

Fang Yuan waved her hands, "Be more precise. It's not a marriage, but a marriage by agreement. Your marriage is protected by the law, and of course, it's also restricted by this marriage agreement."

He Song was taken aback, "Fake marriage?"

Fang Yuan nodded, "Generally speaking, it's a fake marriage."

"There should be many people who want to marry her in a fake way. Why is it my turn?" He Song felt that such a development was a bit magical.Marriage by agreement is not in the original book.

Fangyuan spread his hands together, showing an intriguing smile: "I can't disclose the specific reason, you can ask the boss yourself. The purpose of my coming is to let Miss Jiang read the contract of the marriage agreement. If you have any dissatisfaction, Tell me directly, and I'll go back and modify it."

He Song bit her lip, and reluctantly opened the thick stack of contracts. She was terrified by the densely packed contracts that came into view.She quickly turned to the last page, only to see that the number in front of the last line was 108!

Does a fake marriage have to be so complicated?

He Song flipped through a few of them in disbelief, ranging from the company's shareholding allocation to Jiang Weiran's external image maintenance as a star, to the small size of the house where two people live together, and the scope of activities of each person. listed in it.

"This is the agreement drafted by your family's boss Mo?"

Fang Yuan nodded.

He Song buried his face in his arms and closed himself for a while, then raised his head and wiped his face, looking carefully at each one.

People don't know how much effort it took to write it, why not read it?

It took me an afternoon to look at it, except for some minor corrections to my living habits and preferences, there were generally no major problems.only

"It's not appropriate to distribute Mo's shares to outsiders."

The division of property is always a pain point for stakeholders.In order to embezzle the group property left by Mo Qingran's parents in a reasonable and reasonable manner, Mo Yun did everything possible. Mo Qingran wanted to deal with wolves, tigers and leopards alone, and strong capital was the most powerful support.

"Since it's a fake marriage, I don't need shares and property."

Hearing this, Fangyuan's eyes were more serious and satisfied. Jiang Weiran pointed out the most important and most valuable property division in the whole contract. What does 1% of Mo's shares mean? Jiang Weiran will not have no idea.This is prosperity and wealth, and it is an asset that others cannot earn in a lifetime. Putting it on the board of directors is enough to break the delicate balance of power struggle among shareholders.

This is an irresistible wealth, but He Song didn't even have a minute to think about it, so he refused lightly, quite simply.

"Miss Jiang, there is no way to compromise on this point. You still have to ask Mr. Mo for the reason."

He Song held back his stomach full of doubts.

Finally, Fang Yuan looked at the revised contract and put it back into the purse with satisfaction.

"Thank you, Miss Jiang, for your cooperation. I'll send it to Mr. Mo right now."

Seeing that Fangyuan was about to leave, He Song handed her the panna cotta that had been packed in the kitchen in advance, "Bring it to Miss Mo, she seems to like desserts." She vaguely remembered that in the script, the heroine would run to the place every time she was sad. Order a pudding at the dessert shop.

In the evening, He Song took a comfortable bath of flower petals, wrapped himself in a bath towel, and lay down on the big soft bed.Jiang Weiran was born as a model, with a slender figure but full of beauty. In the transpiration of water vapor, her fair skin was dyed light pink, and the fragrance of peach-flavored bath whey floated in the air.

Her long hair was slightly wet, hanging behind the smooth ridges, and her slender fingers slid quickly on the phone screen.

Huanyao Company is hiring quickly, and the agent contract with Liu Fangde has been cancelled, and a new agent will arrive the day after tomorrow. He is a well-known ace agent in the industry.

Liu Fangde kept jumping in Jiang Weiran's WeChat, and He Song got annoyed watching it, so he directly blocked it.

That is... Do you want to try to contact Mo Qingran?

He Song was holding the phone, biting his little finger nervously, and unconsciously curling up his toes. When she thought of contacting Mo Qingran, her heart skipped a beat for no reason. I don't know if it was because of this weird agreement to get married, or if she was not accepted that day. The dark possessiveness of control.

Should she take the initiative to contact the heroine?

"Ding Ding Ding"

The phone rang, and the three words "Mo Qingran" instantly occupied He Song's entire brain.

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao would be here, she hadn't dialed yet, Mo Qingran called first.

After calming down for a while, she picked up the phone and put it to her ear.

"Jiang Weiran." The woman's deep and pleasant voice came clearly from the eardrums, as if separated by a thin and soft veil, the senses of the whole body became a little dull.

"Miss Mo." He Song swallowed his dry throat and said softly, "Is there any problem with the contract when you called?"

Mo Qingran: "I should be asking you this question. If you are curious about the agreement that Fangyuan gave you today, you can ask me."

Mo Qingran was wearing a black and white nightdress and sat at the computer desk in the study, flipping through the agreement sent by Fangyuan in the afternoon, with a cold and distant expression, but when her fingertips touched the pudding on the table, a corner of her heart felt soft. And down.

"Shares, why give them to me? I think Mr. Mo needs it more than I do now."

The woman's serious tone seemed to please Mo Qingran. She raised her lips slightly, reached out and poked the petal-shaped spoon with white rabbit ears, and said lightly: "Oh? So you are thinking of me now."

"Of course, I know a little bit about the situation of the Mo family. With these shares, it's not a problem to gain a foothold in the board of directors." He Song scratched his wet hair, but didn't say anything deeper, that is, Mo Qingran wanted to take it back completely. Everything, to drive away those unscrupulous relatives, there is no need to spend more energy and time.

"You're right, but it's a pity that these shares will be transferred directly to your name after you and I get married, and no one can take them away, including me."