If you don't marry a daughter-in-law, you will inherit the family property

Lin Sheng's thoughts went blank, and he didn't have the nerve to look at Ji Yaoli at all. He mechanically picked up the red wine bottle and touched it to the rim of the empty wine glass in Ji Yaoli's hand. Because his hands were shaking, he made a slight collision sound.

Ji Yaoli's low laughter sounded like thunder, which made Lin Sheng break down.

"Lin Sheng! Lin Sheng!" Mu Nan stared anxiously at the round table and called him softly.Until Lin Sheng realized that he had already filled most of Ji Yaoli's wine glass.

"I'm really sorry, this kid is young and sloppy, Mr. Ji don't take offense, I'll pour you another glass." Director Luo winked at Lin Sheng dissatisfied, took the red wine bottle, and wanted to call the waiter to bring a clean glass.

But he was blocked by Ji Yaoli's skillful hand, and then under the surprised eyes of others, he drained the big cup in one breath, shaking his head, "It's okay."

He said to Lin Sheng, "Sit." He glanced at the empty seat beside him.

Mu Nan and Director Luo looked at each other, and said in agreement: "Sit down, the waiter adds a pair of chopsticks, come on, let's continue. We just talked about the impact of the introduction of foreign copyrights on the local film and television industry..."

Ji Yaoli felt a little hot, tugged at the collar and felt it was not enough, and then loosened two buttons.

Listening to Mu Nan's introduction of Lin Sheng's situation, he occasionally nodded without commenting.

Lin Sheng was trembling, and wanted to throw a bowl over to seal Mu Nan's mouth. After much deliberation, he finally dared not say a word. He just silently held the shrimp and corn in front of him, one by one, praying that this embarrassing meal would hurry up. Finish.

Ji Yaoli did not join in the chatting of the people at the table, but kept watching him quietly

Seeing that he had picked up another corn, he subconsciously opened his mouth softly "Ah-".

Lin Sheng's slightly opened mouth froze, and he was in a dilemma with his right hand holding the corn, clamoring in his heart that he really wanted to stick a chopstick into his nostril, but in front of a table of people, he had to smile and put it in his mouth.

Mu Nan raised his eyebrows, smiled without saying a word.

Ji Yaoli chewed this corn, it didn't seem so sweet when he ate it alone just now.

He turned his head to Lin Sheng's ear again: "It's not as delicious as the instant noodles you make."

Lin Sheng's ears were red, he was tickled by the breath of his words, and he shrank his head.

Ji Yaoli must have retaliated for his slamming the door in the morning, and even opened the menu again, "It seems that these dishes are not to your liking, so add another dish, what dish do you like?"

"No, no need..."

"How about pigeon soup, I remember you really like birds." Ji Yaoli looked at him with a meaningful smile.

Lin Sheng suddenly looked like a boiled pigeon. You devil, didn't you accidentally molested you a little bit? As for holding grudges like this?

Ji Yaoli clenched his fists to his mouth, bowed his head and couldn't stop laughing, and finally stopped teasing him, and warmed him up with some rice dumplings.

After the meal, Director Luo got up to see off the guests on the table, Lin Sheng heaved a sigh of relief, and didn't want Mu Nan to walk in front of Ji Yaoli:

"Mr. Ji, please send us Lin Sheng. He has a great forgetfulness and doesn't remember the way very much. I don't feel relieved to let him go back alone."

Lin Sheng thought:! ! !I am relieved! !I don't want him to send it! !

Lin Sheng waved his hands again and again: "Why bother..."

Ji Yaoli: "Okay, it just happens to be on the way."

Lin Sheng had no choice, and under the encouraging eyes of Mu Nan and Director Luo, he got into the back seat of Ji Yaoli's black Phaeton.

The driver was a guy in his 20s. When he smiled at Lin Sheng, he showed his two little canine teeth, and he looked very easy-going.

After getting into the car, Ji Yaoli didn't speak, and lowered the car window. The evening breeze was blowing on his face, with a trace of comfortable laziness. Lin Sheng felt that he seemed to be in a good mood.

Lin Sheng noticed that the driver of Xiaohuya had already stopped at the traffic light and peeked at him for the fourth time.

I couldn't help it anymore, and asked, "Is there something on my face?"

The driver of Little Huya glanced at Ji Yaoli, who had heard the sound, and said with a sudden heart, "Our boss rarely sends someone home. It's the first time I've seen it, so I'm just curious."

Lin Sheng blinked, is that so?

The street scene driving away quickly outside the window implied that the car was heading towards Ganhouli, which was the address of Tao Ran's family.

Lin Sheng asked suspiciously: "Mr. Ji, why did you live in Ganhouli?" Look at the car configuration, and how polite everyone at the table is to Ji Yaoli, it really doesn't fit in with that old community.

Ji Yaoli turned back to him, with something flickering in his eyes, "I said, I'm looking for someone."

"Oh."

"An Qian, pull over and stop." Ji Yaoli said suddenly.

Lin Sheng turned his head and found that the car was slowly driving under a quiet street light. The driver of Xiaohuya put on the handbrake, got out of the car, and stood far away.

"What's wrong?" He felt baffled, even a little scared, how could it be the same as the murder scene on TV.

Ji Yaoli took out the lighter and turned his head to look at Lin Sheng.

Lin Sheng shook his head to signal that he didn't care.

"How do you think about my proposal this morning?" Ji Yaoli lit a cigarette.

Lin Sheng recalled the great proposal in his household registration book, and for the first time felt that being proposed was such a big headache. They had only known each other for a day, so why did it get involved in talking about marriage?

Seeing him standing there in a daze, Ji Yaoli took a puff of cigarette, and said:

"I may not have made it clear this morning. The marriage I am talking about is different from the marriage in the public consciousness. It is a contractual marriage. If it is still difficult to understand or if you feel burdened, you can treat it as a form of employment. I hire you to be my partner."

Lin Sheng was stunned, "That's just a fake marriage?"

Ji Yaoli nodded, "You can understand it this way. The contract period is three years. During these three years, you will become a key artist cultivated by Xunlin Media. I can promise that the quality of all your scenes will not be lower than the satellite TV level. The works will only be released during the winter and summer vacations. There is also a New Year's Eve broadcast, I will bear all your expenses as your husband, you just need to play a good husband and wife with me."

Lin Sheng was suddenly stunned by this great event. During the day, he just learned the bad news that he was suppressed by a Korean film producer. Now there is a big pancake waiting for him to eat. He is so greedy that his saliva is about to flow out. Heartbroken.

But still maintained a trace of rationality, "Then do I need to have sex with you..."

Ji Yaoli understood what he meant, "Put it on the air when necessary, and don't act like a husband and wife."

Lin Sheng heaved a sigh of relief, "That means I won't interfere with my feelings..."

"No." Ji Yaoli interrupted him, "Emotions must also be clean, you are a public figure, thousands of eyes are staring at you, and you are in the rising stage of your career, don't have messy thoughts about others, for the sake of your image Think about it, if you have any psychological and physical needs, I suggest you come to me to solve it."

"Oh." Lin Sheng blushed, always feeling that something was wrong, but also felt that what he said made sense.Clearing his throat, "It sounds like it's more beneficial to me. Let me ask, Mr. Ji, the reason why you want to get married so desperately?"

Ji Yaoli looked at him, but didn't speak.

Lin Sheng stared at him with big eyes.

In the end Ji Yaoli flicked his forehead, he let out an "ow" and said with a bitter face, "Why did you hit me?"

Ji Yaoli looked at the flames on the cigarette butt, "I remember I mentioned to you that my family is in business related to the coal industry."

Lin Sheng's forehead is full of black lines, you obviously didn't say that...

"As far as the current situation of international finance and the coal energy industry is concerned, changing careers is inevitable. My family and I have disagreements on the direction of changing careers. I prefer entertainment. Because of some personal reasons, my family hopes that I can start a family and start a business earlier, otherwise I have to go back to inherit the family business and operate according to their philosophy." Ji Yaoli said.

Lin Sheng, who only had one suitcase and a balance of 1000 yuan, nodded as if he understood.

Ji Yaoli rubbed his forehead, "The imminent problem is that the reporter from the Commercial Daily has been very interested in my private life recently, making random speculations, which has caused a lot of negative impact on me personally, and I urgently need a positive image to get rid of this embarrassing situation. "

Lin Sheng thought about it for a while, and felt that this was a sure-fire deal, "Is there a paper agreement?"

"Ah."

"Okay, I agree." Lin Sheng said.

In fact, Lin Sheng had no choice but to climb another peak if he wanted to climb the mountain blocked by Korean production.

Ji Yaoli did not expect that he would agree so readily, his pupils flashed a little surprise:

"In order to avoid unnecessary loopholes, our marriage has to go through legal procedures. Are you sure you have thought about it?"

Lin Sheng paused for two seconds, "No problem."

Ji Yaoli's breathing became slightly heavier, and then he stretched out his hand out of the car window and beckoned.

An Qian strode forward, and got a nod from Ji Yaoli, took out two contracts from the briefcase on the co-pilot, and took out a black water-based pen from his suit pocket, and handed them over with both hands.

Ji Yaoli quickly signed his name and handed it to Lin Sheng.

Lin Sheng watched it carefully, after all, this was not just a marriage, but also related to his future acting career.The contract is no different from what Ji Yaoli dictated just now.

Those who break the contract need to pay high compensation. Lin Sheng is so poor that he will definitely abide by it.

Ji Yaoli's eyes fell on the name he signed, and his hands clenched and then let go involuntarily.

Arriving in Qianhouli, Lin Sheng hugged the contract and pursed his lips for a while, "Then...then I'll go first, Mr. Ji, goodbye."

"Wait a minute." Ji Yaoli suddenly called out to him.

Lin Sheng turned around.

Ji Yaoli curled the corner of his lower lip, "Clean up tonight and move to my house tomorrow."

"Live with... Do you want to live together?" Lin Sheng's jaw almost fell to the ground.

"Otherwise, do you have the heart to let your newly married husband stay alone in an empty room?" Ji Yaoli raised his voice, his sexy collarbone looming on the neckline of his shirt.

Lin Sheng couldn't help swallowing, "Oh, okay, okay, I'll clean things up when I get back." Small steps ran far upstairs.

Ji Yaoli kept watching the lights in his house turn on, and then he leaned back in his chair relaxedly:

"go to company."

"Sir, you drank too much today, why don't you just go home and rest." An Qian couldn't help but said.

He didn't hear back, so he had to start the car.

The car was running smoothly on the road, through the rearview mirror of the car, An Qian saw that Ji Yaoli was looking out of the window peacefully, with a soft curve on his lips.