My Kissing Wife: The AA System of Hidden Marriage of a Rich Family

The contract was pushed in front of Rong Yan. She quickly glanced at the contract and quickly signed her name.

Party B: Appearance.

Two delicate and beautiful regular characters, carved on white paper, are like the marks left by cannon fire, which will never be removed.

Rongyan knew that the contractual relationship between her and Liancheng Yazhi was solidified.

She was a young woman in her prime, but she embarked on a path that even she herself despised.

Love/people is really an ancient and time-honored profession.

The content of the contract is very concise and roughly divided into five articles.

1: Party A can call Party B at any time, but Party B must not call Party A.

2: Party B’s mobile phone must be turned on 24 hours a day and be available at all times. No matter where he is or what he is doing, as long as Party A gives orders, Party B must arrive immediately.

Three: After exiting this door, Party A and Party B are strangers outside and must not cause any trouble to Party A.

Four: Once the game starts, Party A says to stop it before it ends.

Five: Party A will transfer 1.5 million to Party B's account every month until the relationship between the two parties ends...

Six: Don’t get entangled after the relationship ends.

Eight: During the contract period, Party B will absolutely obey Party A. If there is any disobedience, Party B will be responsible for the consequences.

Five hundred thousand is not money at all to Liancheng Yazhi, and this is the lowest price among his previous women. He thinks that her appearance is only worthy of this price.

To a man, a woman who comes to his door automatically is always despicable.

But this money is already a lot, a lot, a lot for Rong Yan...

Liancheng Yazhi scanned the signature on the lower right corner of the A4 paper, Rong Yan. Only now did he realize that her name was Rong Yan.

Such a nice name is ruined by being paired with such a dirty woman.

Liancheng looked at her elegantly, like an ancient prison officer who allowed her to say the last words before a prisoner died. He asked, "You don't have to think about it?"

"No need to think about it, it's fair. Mr. Liancheng is happy to work with you." Rongyan stretched out his hand to Liancheng Yazhi.

"..."

Liancheng Yazhi did not reach out, but looked at her coldly.

Pleasant? He was unhappy. Ever since this woman plotted against him, he had been unhappy.

Seeing her and Liancheng Yaya reminds him that everything he has done in his life has been smooth sailing and he has always been praised by everyone. Although many women want to hook up with him, no one has ever dared to tease him like this.

She didn't feel embarrassed either. She shrugged and took back her hand: "It's almost dawn, Mr. Liancheng, have a good rest. I'm leaving. You can call me anytime in the future. I promise to be there whenever you are called."

Secretary Zhou, who had been standing behind Liancheng Yazhi, acting as a kind of air, handed over a bag, "Miss Rong, these are your clothes."

Rongyan glanced at the brand and she really wanted to whistle. Dior’s main new dress this season, she took it and said with a smile: “Thank you.”

Rong Yan took a shower and put on the long dress prepared by Secretary Zhou. Although she was feeling unwell and still in pain, she felt... much better. At least she had alleviated a lot of psychological pain.

She will need to interact with Liancheng Yazhi often in the future. These things are inevitable, and she will get used to it if it hurts.

The gray sleeveless dress was slightly low-cut, revealing a fair and charming figure, which made her skin as white as frost. However, the dazzling scars on her chest became more and more eye-catching, but she looked completely indifferent.

Look.

The curve of the waist is graceful and moving, as slender as a willow tree in early spring. When walking around, the swaying movement can easily take away one's soul.