1.5 Million Dollar Child Custody Contract

  He is a vicious capitalist. After paying wages, he must squeeze out the surplus value as much as possible, and she is no exception.

  His big hand wrapped around her slender waist and stretched out from the other side, ruthlessly rubbing the fullness of her heart.

   "Thank you, President!" She smiled, letting his hands run wild on her body.

  —The scene just now really made her breathe a sigh of relief. Since the client is limited to him, she can consider continuing.

   "Huh? What did you call me?" He turned his head and buried his head in the socket of her shoulder. Breathing in the fresh smell from her body, which was different from the perfume, he raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction.

   "Yun... Yunlin." His breathing made her a little unsteady. In just one day, she was taught by him—so sharp? As long as he breathes and moves, he can't stop it, and his heart beats violently?

  The car was driving silently on the street, and Cheng Yaoyun in the front row kept his eyes on him, as if he was used to all this. However, the ringtone of his mobile phone still disrupted the intimacy of the two people in the back seat. He said softly, "Young Master Lin, there is a dinner at seven o'clock."

  Although Leng Yunlin's fingers were wreaking havoc, his voice was still steady: "Got it."

   Immediately, he let her go gently, and Mu Qingyu sat down immediately, finishing her hair and messed up clothes.

  In the presence of outsiders, she can let him do whatever he wants just by kissing and hugging her.

   "Then Qingyu, tomorrow, you will live in my room. Here is the key."

  He took out a key from his bag and handed it to her palm without any explanation.

  She took the key, but frowned, thinking that Enen had no one to take care of her, she was a little unhappy: "Yunlin, but..."

   "There's nothing to worry about." But he immediately asserted, "Clean up and move in directly after get off work tomorrow."

   "Okay." Helpless, holding the 300,000 check in his hand, I'm afraid, it must be a month later to arrange En En's surgery.

  Leng Yunlin's dominance is not as direct and eye-catching as Leng Yunting. However, he has his own principles.

  Where he can control, he will completely ask the other party to act according to his own arrangement. Once the opponent is off the track, end. . . . . .

   "I'm waiting for you—" At an intersection, he put her down, and before the car drove away, he rolled down the window and smiled wickedly.

  The moment he handed over the key, it meant that the game had begun.

   "Goodbye—" She shook her hand, and when the car drove away, the smile on her face immediately froze. She looked at the exaggerated red dress on her body, thought for a while, and took the paper bag she had just changed into, and walked into the shopping mall on the side.

  What she didn't expect was that the moment she turned to leave, Leng Yunlin, who was still smiling wildly in the car, slowly put away his smile. He glanced at Cheng Yaoyun silently, and he handed him a document.

   "President, what you want."

  Leng Yunlin opened the file bag, and inside was a personnel file and several medical examination reports. The name on the file is surprisingly—Mu Qingyu.

   "Mu Qingyu, is that right?" Reading her name word by word, the man's slender fingertips slid across the pages of her files.

   Fingertips landed on her delicate pen signature, and the corners of the man's mouth curled up lazily: