[Chapter 89 Chapter 89 The Female Teacher's Dog Training Rules (16)]
Friday came in a flash, and no one had picked on Yan Qing for two days in a row. He was still a little uncomfortable with it.
After leaving the academy, she moved into Tong Fangyu's private villa under the arrangement of Tong Ruhai.
Tong Fangyu, who had been sent to the outskirts of Beijing to cultivate his character, was also granted amnesty and allowed to return.
He glared at the bodyguard who followed him closely and said with a sour face: "You are still following me so closely even after we got home. Do you want to sleep with me?"
The bodyguards stood on both sides of the gate, standing there like wooden stakes, ignoring his words.
Tong Fangyu loosened his collar, put away his listless look, and walked into the house, planning to ask the butler to open a bottle of good wine to celebrate his freedom.
But I saw someone sitting on the sofa.
She was dressed in a professional suit, leaning leisurely on the sofa, reading a book in her hands.
Tong Fangyu walked over from the side and could see her crossed legs through the slit of her knee-length skirt.
Maybe it’s because of the lighting, it’s so white that it’s a bit dazzling.
Last time, this woman was wrapped in a loose T-shirt and looked like a barrel. This time, I discovered that she also had a curvy figure.
He leaned against the sofa and looked at Yan Qing carefully.
The woman with half-tied long hair and glasses, looking down and reading seriously, has the afterglow of the light on her body, and is full of the gentleness of a wife.
There is a warm feeling of peaceful times.
Tong Fangyu shook his head and rubbed his eyes vigorously. It must be because the old man forced him to be a vegetarian for too long recently that he looked so shabby that even a sow could be compared to Diao Chan.
He resumed his nonchalant attitude, dropped his butt to the side of Yan Qing, and laid his long legs on the coffee table.
"Let's talk."
Yan Qing read the entire page, circled the key points, and then tucked the pen into the book and put it aside.
Tong Fangyu took a glance and saw that it was the latest version of "Argumentation".
"My time is precious." Yan Qing looked at him calmly, his handsome face showing displeasure at being disturbed.
The corners of the man's mouth twitched. Shouldn't this sentence be the quote of a domineering president like him?
From being active to being passive, he felt that he was suddenly at a disadvantage in this conversation.
He lifted his bangs and approached in a self-proclaimed romantic manner: "How much money the old man gave you, I will pay double."
The two of them didn't get a marriage certificate, so the old man announced her identity as the eldest daughter-in-law of the Tong family at home. It was obvious that he deliberately found a name to send someone to monitor him.
As long as he pays enough money to win people over, his life will be as comfortable as before.
Even her glasses couldn't block the gleam in Yan Qing's eyes. When she looked at the man beside her, her expression unconsciously became much gentler.
Smiling and holding up two fingers, she said expectantly: "As long as the money is in place, everything will be easy."
Tong Fangyu chuckled when he saw this: "A mere four million, of course I can afford it."
Yan Qing kindly reminded: "Double is four hundred million, dear."
Two hundred million plus four hundred million equals six hundred million. It's not easy to live like this, just lying down and waiting for money to hit you in the face.
Xiao Ba was already playing a song for her in his sea of consciousness: Money comes, money comes, money comes, money comes, money comes from all directions...
"What?!" Tong Fangyu lowered his crossed legs in shock and almost slipped off the sofa.
He clenched his teeth and looked angry. The money the old man gave him was less than 100 million yuan.
Could it be that the old man suddenly realized that the woman in front of him was his biological daughter, and he was picked up from the trash can?
"How about I cooperate with you to complete the task, and we can split the money?" He asked with a shameless face, looking like he was ready to risk it all.
Although this woman does not meet his aesthetic standards, it does not matter if he makes some sacrifices.
He was having beautiful thoughts, but Yan Qing hit him in the face with a book.
It hurt so much that tears were about to come out of his eyes.
"climb!"
Yan Qing looked at him with disgust.
Pick up the book and go upstairs.
"I'll bring the cut fruit to you, ma'am." said the nanny with a smile.
Tong Fangyu covered his face and said, "Mrs. Zhang, please get me a hot towel."
He felt that his handsome face was swollen from being slapped.
Nanny Zhang picked her ears and said, "Oh my, my hearing problem has come back again."
The master said that she only needed to listen to the mistress.
Tong Fangyu was so angry that he wanted to grind his teeth.
You are selectively hard of hearing, right? You are so cruel!
When he was about to go back to his room to sleep, he found the door was locked. He wanted to go to the guest room, but saw Mrs. Zhang coming out holding a bed sheet as tall as a person.
"Master, the guest room sheets have been washed but are not dry yet, you can only go back to the master bedroom to rest."
Mrs. Zhang struggled to stick her head out from between the sheets she was hugging and grinned at him with her teeth bared.
He rolled his eyes. Couldn't he sleep on the mattress without sheets?
When he turned the handles of other rooms, he found that all the doors were locked.
Nanny Zhang kept the key away and kept her achievements and fame to herself.
"Come here." After a long time, Yan Qing opened the door and took the initiative to welcome him into the house.
She wiped her half-dried hair with a towel, with a cold attitude, not even looking at him.
When Tong Fangyu entered the room, he found that the style of the room had been changed to warm colors.
Yan Qing walked in front, his eyes sweeping over her slender waist and perky buttocks, and his Adam's apple rolled.
Although the pajamas are very conservative, they actually look a bit sexier on this woman.
Just looking at the exquisite curves makes people feel distracted.
Stop——
Tong Fangyu, what the hell are you thinking about?!
He is a playboy but not a vulgar man, so how could he fantasize about a woman he just met for the second time?
Although this woman is now his wife in name only.
Yan Qing saw that he was immersed in his own thoughts, standing stupidly at the door, and was in no hurry to speak.
Instead, she sat with her legs crossed, waiting for him to come back to his senses.
She still needs the help of the Tong family, and Old Man Tong is a person that she likes, so it is not impossible for him to help educate Tong Fangyu, the unruly man.
Now that you have taken the money, you should just be a good person.
When Tong Fangyu sat down, he saw the contract written in black and white on the table. He picked it up out of curiosity and asked, "What is this?"
After reading it, his face darkened.
All the rules and regulations were restrictions on him, such as not returning home after 8 o'clock at night, being available at any time when the old mansion was called, and not letting any scandals that would damage the company's image spread...
For every violation, he had to pay a million in penalty.
Repeated violations will result in repeated penalties.
Yan Qing took out the Coke he brought up from downstairs and pushed the black pen over: "Sign it if there's no problem."
Tong Fangyu jumped up and said, "You are robbing me!"
Yan Qing looked at him and nodded seriously: "That seems to be correct."
“You, you, you…” The man’s chest rose and fell violently, “How could this young master—”
He stopped talking before he could finish his words.
He stared in disbelief at the Coke that Yan Qing had crushed with his bare hands.
Yan Qing moved his fingers: "Ah, sorry I accidentally broke the bottle, what did you want to say just now?"
Tong Fangyu swallowed his saliva, took two steps back, and lowered his handsome eyebrows: "There is no way I would sign such a thing."
It is simply a humiliating treaty.
One million at a time, his pocket money can't afford that.
Even if his head is cut off and blood is shed, he must not lose face as the eldest son of the Tong family!
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