The car was driving on the road back to Yan's house, with Yan Mo sitting in the passenger seat.
Si Ze, who was driving, asked:
"Yan Mo, is driving smooth?"
"Because I have to go home to prepare the ingredients first, I asked my parents to drive the car back first." Yan Mo explained when he heard Si Ze asking about the car.
Si Ze stepped on the brakes, pulled the handbrake, stopped the car, turned his head and approached the passenger seat, staring at her: "If I give it to you, it's yours. You don't need to report to me."
"Mr. Si." Yan Mo moved to the window, pointed at the traffic light on the road, and reminded: "Green light."
Si Ze turned his head, tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his ears instantly turned red, and his heart was beating rapidly.
Calm down for half a second before restarting the car.
Seeing Si Ze look away, Yan Mo secretly let out a breath and squeezed his palms, which were still hot.
Damn it.
She actually saw deep affection in Si Ze's eyes, as if she was looking at her lover.
If it were normal times, when Si Ze stared at her, Yan Mo would definitely tease him, but faced with that look, she backed off.
Even though Yan Mo teased her sometimes, she was not much better than Si Ze, and her face unconsciously turned red.
There was an ambiguous smell in the air.
Yan Mo coughed lightly to hide his awkwardness and asked:
"Mr. Si, how much is the car?"
With what he said, returning the car was impossible, and she didn't want to take advantage of him for nothing and owe him a favor.
Si Ze turned his head and looked at her without answering.
Yan Mo didn't care what Si Ze thought and picked up his phone to check the price of the Maybach model.
Si Ze is a family man, and she can't be too involved with him.
After searching for a long time, she found out that this was the latest model that Si Ze gave her, and there was no price quote online.
"Mr. Si, can you tell me how much this car cost?"
As she expected, there was no response.
"How about this! If you don't tell me, I'll just choose a compromise price of 2.6 million. The money for the car will be deducted from my salary. If it's not enough, I'll just deduct it from the 5 million. Otherwise, I won't feel comfortable keeping it."
No matter what Yan Mo said, Si Ze pretended not to hear it.
Yan Mo took it as his agreement and decided that she would not collect his salary every month from now on. She would cancel the card given to Si Ze.
After doing this, Yan Mo suddenly felt much more relaxed.
However, she only received a high salary for one month, but she had not yet experienced the benefits of it because she lost her car and had to work for Si Zebai, and her body was aching.
"After we send the Spaniard off tomorrow, we'll go to the car dealership and complete the paperwork."
Si Ze curled his lips slightly. No matter how she made a fuss, it couldn't change the facts.
She didn't say anything and had originally planned to return Qi Xuan 2 million tomorrow.
"Yan Mo, do you have the 2 million yuan your uncle returned to your family?" Si Ze happened to see Yan Ming handing Yan Mo the check and said, "You don't have to return it to Qi Xuan, just give it to me!"
"You paid it back for my family?" He said that, and Yan Mo knew without having to guess that he had paid it back for her family.
This also explains why Qi Xuan left quietly.
Now Yan Mo still has a guess in his mind, maybe he will tell Qi Xuan about their marriage.
But why?
They had a fake marriage!
Yan Mo finally asked, "Why?"
"You are my wife in name only. If you still need help from others, wouldn't that be embarrassing for me?" Si Ze said as a matter of course.
"How many people have you told about our marriage?"
While they were talking, the car had already entered Yan Mo's family yard.
Si Ze pulled the handbrake and stopped the car:
"After sending Santana Francisco off, Grandpa plans to come to your house and let your parents meet."
This was like a bolt from the blue for Yan Mo.
Isn't this equivalent to telling her parents that she is married to Si Ze?
Didn't it say when signing the contract that she only needed to be responsible for accompanying his grandfather?
How is it different?
"Mr. Si, this is not what we said in the contract." Yan Mo stopped Si Ze who was about to get out of the car.
"Yeah." Si Ze folded his arms and looked at her with a smile on his face.
Yan Mo said he would never agree to anything:
"I don't care. You can find someone to pretend to be him or convince his grandfather not to come. Anyway, you can't let your family come to my house. Otherwise, if we get divorced, my mother will tear me apart."
"Divorce?" The words stung his heart. Si Ze narrowed his eyes dangerously, approached Yan Mo with a gloomy face, and held her in the passenger seat: "You still want a divorce? Do you want me to read out the second clause of the contract?"
Yan Mo remembered this to help Si Ze fulfill Si Zhenghong's wish before his death.
Why didn't she think there was something wrong at the time? If his grandfather was willing to have a great-grandson, would she still have to have a child with him?
Mr. Si: That’s right.
Yan Mo shuddered and raised his hand to hit his head.
Rich people's money is not easy to earn, it's all traps waiting for her to jump into.
Pig brain, so stupid.
"Can I break the appointment?"
"What do you think?"
Yan Mosheng had nothing to hold on to, and his hands became heavier.
"Stop knocking." Si Ze grabbed Yan Mo's wrist: "Actually, there is another way."
Si Ze was about to speak when Yan Mo suddenly covered his mouth with his hand and pointed outside the car window with his other hand.
The two turned their heads at the same time, and Yan Ming's gloomy face was pressed against the glass, watching their actions in the car.
Yan Ming: "What are you doing?"
Yan Mo, Si Ze: “…!”
I feel so ashamed.
Yan Mo pushed Si Ze away, hurriedly tidied her clothes, got out of the car quickly, stood straight in front of Yan Ming, lowered her head, waiting for her father's education.
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