CEO Overlord Love: Contract Lover

"What?" Mengyao couldn't understand what he said at all, and asked him back in a daze.

Yang Xi looked her up and down, and a trace of sadness and sarcasm flashed in his eyes: "Mrs. Fidel, I didn't expect you to be so tired last night, but you can still be so energetic today. It really opened my eyes!"

"Last night?" Mengyao repeated these two words with a puzzled expression, and suddenly understood the meaning of Yang Xi's words.

She couldn't help smiling, and then asked, "Yang Xi, you saw me, didn't you?"

Yang Xi laughed mockingly, and asked her with a sneer: "You just need to answer whether I'm real or fake!"

Mengyao originally planned to explain to him, but she couldn't help being angry when she saw his defiant attitude.

She deliberately didn't explain, but instead asked him in a roundabout way: "So what if it's true, so what if it's fake?"

"If it's fake, I can pretend nothing happened. If it's true, I don't know what I'll do!" Yang Xi stared at her face resentfully, but her expression couldn't be described as angry. Not to mention peaceful.

Mengyao thought for a while with a half smile, and then replied: "But Mr. Yang, why do you think I should explain to you? What kind of capacity do you use to question me?"

Hearing this, Yang Xi's complexion immediately darkened. He stood up and walked towards Mengyao's side step by step. He didn't stop until the distance between them was only a few feet away.

Mengyao could feel the anger in him, and she was a little bit afraid that he would do something perverted to her here, so she quickly restrained her own temper, turned to look up at Yang Xi, and said to him with a smile : "Mr. Yang, it's already noon, why don't we go have lunch?"

"You haven't answered my question yet!" Yang Xi didn't give in at all, and reached out to hold her wrist tightly to prevent her from running away.

"Eh, it hurts..." Mengyao couldn't help but let out a soft cry from the pain he held her.

"Say!" Yang Xi suddenly asked her sharply, as if she was going to strangle her to death in the next second.

Mengyao innocently looked at Yang Xi's angry face, she had the urge to speak out to protect her own safety, and also the urge to be unconvinced and want to piss Yang Xi to death.

In the end, under the blend of the two extremes, she still chose to think about her own life.

"Okay, I'll just say that's it!" Mengyao replied with a face of reluctance.

After Yang Xi heard this, the expression on her face softened a little, and the strength of holding her hand also eased a little, but her eyes were still fixed on her face, for fear of missing the slightest bit of her expression.

Mengyao sorted out her thoughts in her mind, and then replied with a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I didn't go, Mrs. Franklin went, I just stayed by her side."

"Why do you think I will believe you?" Yang Xi still questioned her.

Mengyao couldn't bear the depression and anger in her chest anymore, she kept struggling to withdraw her hand, but Yang Xi held it tightly.

"Yang Xi, since you don't believe me at all, then why are you asking me! Let me go!" Mengyao looked up at Yang Xi with a look of grievance and anger.

Yang Xi paused, then suddenly embraced her in his arms, reaching out and hugging her tightly in a fully possessive posture.

"I'm sorry, I believe you." Yang Xi put his chin on the top of her head and apologized to her.

After Mengyao heard this, the anger in her heart eased a little, and at the same time, she also felt that she was not entirely right.

She reached out and hugged Yang Xi's shoulder, then looked up at him from his arms, and explained to him again.

"Yang Xi, I really didn't. Although I was a little shaken, I still refused. It's true." Mengyao said to him in an affirmative tone.

Yang Xi reached out and stroked her cheek, and kissed her forehead lightly: "As long as you tell me that you don't have one, even if the whole world thinks that you have one, I won't believe it."

Mengyao rolled her eyes in a funny and sweet way, and then asked him: "Mr. Yang, you are so shameless, just now you asked me why I thought you would believe me!"

Yang Xi paused, pinched her nose pamperingly, and then replied with a half smile: "Mrs. Fidel, I mean from this second to the end of the next second."

"Huh!" Mengyao pretended to be angry and broke away from his embrace, and then walked a few steps forward with her back to him.

Yang Xi followed behind her, and then hugged her from behind, not letting her go any further.

Mengyao was a little bit greedy for his embrace, but somehow hesitant, she turned her head to look at Yang Xi with a bit of confusion on her face.

"What's wrong?" Yang Xi asked her with concern, reaching out to caress her cheek.

Mengyao stretched out her hand to break away from his hand, and took two steps back, allowing the two of them to have a visible distance.

"Yang Xi, what do you mean, what do you mean!" She couldn't help asking Yang Xi.

Yang Xi made a puzzled expression, waiting for her to continue.

"I told you at the party yesterday that we can't be together anymore, why are you pestering me? What's the point of doing this!" Mengyao said that sentence that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time. if.

After Yang Xi heard this, he didn't answer right away. After dozens of seconds, he replied with a bit of stiffness: "I also hope that I won't pester you, but I'm a bitch by nature. I have nothing but love to pester you." What should I do if I have no other hobbies and no other goals in life?"

Mengyao couldn't help smiling, walked to him and hugged him, buried her face in his chest, then raised her dark eyes to look at him, and said mischievously: "That's because You are fickle, think about it, the me now is completely different from the me before, but why you still like me, that can only prove that you are fickle!"

"It's true that I'm very fickle, but I'm still only fiddling with you. It seems that I'm terminally ill!" Yang Xi hugged her a little tighter.

"I don't believe it! Then tell me what kind of girl you like, is it pure, cute, or coquettish?" Mengyao asked him funny.

"I don't know, why don't you change your look every day, and then we do it once a day, and you can count which look lasts the longest, which means which one I like best?" Yang Xi said to her interestingly.

"Yang Xi! Don't be too shameless!" Mengyao blushed for a while, and pushed him away dissatisfied.

Yang Xi followed her closely, and soon hugged her again.

Mengyao didn't break free this time, but changed the subject and said to Yang Xi: "But Yang Xi, although I want to be with you, it is impossible for us to get married, so it is not good for you or me. It's possible, but I'm afraid of losing you..."

A trace of confusion flashed across Yang Xi's eyes, a little bitterness floated in his heart, he took a deep breath, and then replied: "I have a way, but I'm afraid you won't agree, so I haven't dared to tell you. "

"What method?" Mengyao asked her curiously.

Yang Xi buried her face in her ear, and said to her mysteriously in a very low voice: "Be my underground lover."

After Mengyao finished listening, her eyes widened in disbelief, and she looked at the scene in front of her with mixed feelings.

To be his underground lover?

Wouldn't that be his mistress?

How humiliating was that to her?

Mengyao slightly pushed Yang Xi's embrace away, turned around and did not answer.