I Really Don't Want to Sign a Marriage Agreement with the Big Boss

After the interview, it seemed that a heavy rain was brewing in Yunjing.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky is densely covered with dark clouds, and it is expected to weave a piece of rain and fog.

The secretary-general sent Qiao Yu off politely, and reminded Lu Jiayan of his upcoming itinerary.

In the evening, there was a French customer representative to meet, and the dinner was arranged at Yunshuixuan, which was an authentic Yunjing dish.

Yunshuixuan is located in the East District of Yunjing, behind a commercial plaza, quiet amidst the hustle and bustle, with strong privacy.

There were five customer representatives, led by a Chinese-French mixed race, and three translators.Lu Jiayan's French is very good, so the accompanying translation assistant is not very useful. After a pleasant conversation, they each sat down.

When you come to China and do as the Romans do, you cannot avoid the culture of dining tables and wine bureaus.

The client was of Chinese-French mixed race, and was very interested in the cultures of both countries. After a few glasses of red wine, he chased after Lu Jiayan like a chatterbox and asked questions.Lu Jiayan has a good temper in business dealings. He has studied abroad experience, is well-informed, and has a good grasp of customs and traditional culture.

If you talk too much, you will inevitably drink more wine.

By the time Lu Jiayan came to his senses, he was already a little tipsy.

The customer representative was still full of ideas, and expressed that he wanted to make another appointment with Lu Jiayan the next day.

Lu Jiayan also verbally agreed to the agreement in French. Of course, whether there will be another appointment in private is another matter.

After all, the words of capitalists are just like their sincerity, and none of them can be trusted.

Coming out of the Yunshuixuan mansion, Yunjing had brewed a heavy rain all afternoon and it was pouring down.

The rain came so suddenly that many people were unprepared. The commercial street was crowded with people, and even the bus stops were unavoidable.

Qiao Yu had just had dinner with someone, and was crowded at the entrance of the commercial street, not caring that the rain that fell into the puddle wet her skirt.

She looked at her phone anxiously, feeling speechless in her heart. There were more than 200 people queuing up for a taxi on a certain map software, and she couldn't go back within two hours.

Qiao Yu looked at the weather forecast on her phone again.

Good guy, this heavy rain will last until twelve o'clock in the evening.

Just when she was bored like an ant on a hot pan, a car suddenly broke into her sight.

Because of the traffic jam, the Maybach was motionless in the traffic flow, and it looked extremely dignified even in a commercial street full of luxury cars.

What made Qiao Yu even more delighted was that she knew this car.

When I came out of Shengjia headquarters this afternoon, I saw the license plate number from a distance, a series of arrogant serial numbers, and it was self-evident who was in the car.

If it weren't for the threatening situation, Qiao Yu would definitely not have chosen to knock on Lu Jiayan's car window.

But if she had to stand in the crowded commercial street for three or four hours in high heels that were more than ten centimeters, she would rather take the risk and take Lu Jiayan's car!

Qiao Yu summoned up her courage and knocked on the car window.

A few seconds later, the car window came down, and it was indeed Lu Jiayan's handsome face in the back seat. Even though he only saw it in the afternoon, seeing him again now still made Qiao Yu dazed for a moment.

"Mr. Lu, I'm sorry to bother you. It's raining outside and I can't get a taxi. Could you please give me a ride if it's convenient?"

Lu Jiayan's expression looked the same as in the afternoon, with a slight alienation.

While waiting, Qiao Yu suddenly regretted the impulsive decision she made.

Where did she get the confidence to think that Lu Jiayan would let her get in the car for the sake of the rainstorm outside?

Unexpectedly, just when Qiao Yu thought she was about to be rejected, Lu Jiayan opened the car door.

She heard her heart beat faster, said "thank you", and then carefully got into the car with her skirt lifted.

Until after she was seated, Qiao Yu couldn't believe that she really got into Lu Jiayan's car.

The other party seemed a little uncomfortable, and kept silent with no expression, rubbing the space between his brows occasionally.

Qiao Yu didn't dare to show her anger, and frantically shouted exclamation points with her younger brother Qiao Yan in the chat box.

He recounted the story of getting into Lu Jiayan's car from beginning to end.

Qiao Yan: [? 】

[Sister, what is the beginning of the overlord's little romance?Are you falling in love? 】

Qiao Yu: […]

[He has a wife. 】

Qiao Yu didn't bother to pay attention to Qiao Yan's nonsense. It was probably because her younger brother acted too many romantic dramas as a star, and regarded real life as an idol drama.

It's just that his eyes stayed on Qiao Yan's last line, so he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

After all, Lu Jiayan actually let her get into the car... Although her behavior just now was close to moral persecution, Lu Jiayan couldn't really let her stand in the rain in such a heavy rain.

However, Qiao Yu still couldn't help but diverge his thoughts. Does that mean that he still has a little impression of him?

Just as she was thinking wildly, Lu Jiayan's cold voice sounded: "Miss Qiao, do you have a recorder?"

Those who do interview work usually have a few recording pens in their bags.

But she didn't know why Lu Jiayan asked about the recorder at this time.

Qiao Yu nodded and took out the recorder: "Mr. Lu, do you want to use the recorder?"

Lu Jiayan nodded without expression, and pointed to the pen: "Is it convenient to open it?"

Qiao Yu:?

Lu Jiayan said slowly: "From now on, please keep the recorder turned on, don't turn it off."

He rubbed the space between his brows, and slightly raised his head towards Yao Shen, the co-pilot: "Yao Shen, report the road conditions to Er Shao every 10 minutes."

At this moment, Lu Jiayan suddenly thought of Sheng Mingzhi's arrogant and willful temper.

If this little ancestor knew that he was sending the other woman home in the middle of the night, he could do something even if he was fine.

Just in case, he smiled and added:

"Remember to send him the location."

Qiao Yu on the side was already stunned by this coquettish operation.

He didn't even realize that Lu Jiayan was talking to her.

"Sorry." The man's voice was still warm, but Qiao Yu felt a little chill.

It was as if she had just come out of the heavy rain and knocked on Lu Jiayan's car window to see through the little thoughts in her heart that could not be seen, and the man had completely seen through her.

Lu Jiayan's voice was even colder than the rain outside the window: "My wife is very strict with the investigation, I hope you don't mind."

As soon as Sheng Mingzhi came out of the recording studio, his mobile phone received ten messages in a row.

They were all locations sent to him by Yao Shen, one every 10 minutes, and dutifully broadcast Lu Jiayan's itinerary.

Sheng Mingzhi:?

I also knew that it was not Yao Shen who took the initiative to get nervous, but it was probably Lu Jiayan's instruction.

【Is he sick? 】

Sheng Mingzhi was speechless: [Why did you send me the location?Can’t find the way, trouble him to go to Gaode, unless he has a car accident and needs me to go to the hospital to sign and voluntarily give up the operation, otherwise I’m not interested in your boss’s itinerary (Huangdou smiles)]

The young master hadn't calmed down these few days, and Yao Shen's actions undoubtedly aggravated his anger.

After posting this message, Sheng Mingzhi just sat down and blocked Yao Shen.

As soon as he finished talking about his lover Cha Gangyan, he was instantly slapped in the face.

After learning from Yao Shenshen that the other party was also blocked, Lu Jiayan paused.

Then without changing his face, he said calmly: "Look. I said he would be jealous."

A look of arrogance and arrogance that fortunately I have the foresight.

Yao Shen: ...

Well, boss, I think the second young master is probably jealous, isn't he?

Also, now both of us have been blocked by Er Shao, have you thought about how to contact Er Shao next?

As a subordinate, the boss's business is his business.

The same is true for the boss's personal affairs. After all, every time the young master quarrels with Mr. Lu, the unlucky ones are the salaried ones.

Yao Shen opened his mouth with difficulty, intending to remind Lu Jiayan to recognize the facts: "Mr. Lu, there is something I don't know whether to say or not..."

Lu Jiayan raised his eyebrows, and cast a sidelong glance at Yao Shen, threateningly, coldly: "Speak to your year-end award."

Yao Shen: ...

I feel like I have nothing more to say!

The Maybach slowly drove into the underground garage of No. [-] Xishan, and the stamina of the red wine picked up, and Lu Jiayan felt slightly drunk.

Yao Shen sent him to the living room before leaving. Before leaving, he thoughtfully put the recording pen on the coffee table.

The recording was non-stop for an hour, accompanied by Yao Shen's solemn voice broadcast every few minutes.

It can be said to be an alternative embodiment of contemporary cyber male virtue.

Lu Jiayan leaned lazily on the sofa, looking out of the window.

The downpour continued, perhaps because of drinking some wine, Lu Jiayan thought of Sheng Mingzhi very frequently tonight.

So often that it even surprised him.

He remembered that the first time he saw Sheng Mingzhi was also on such a heavy rainy day.

Sheng Mingzhi was only 12 years old at the time, but his physique was far thinner than other children of the same age.He is like a speechless porcelain doll, not beautiful like a boy, silent and introverted.

Only those eyes that were as nimble as a little fox revealed the emotions in his heart when he looked over.

When the words "silent" and "introverted" emerged from Lu Jiayan's memory, he himself was amused.

Now Sheng Mingzhi, the little ancestor, is still on the sidelines with these two words. I don't know where he went to learn his temper after seeing him for a few years.

That day, teacher Xiao Sheng's performance in a concert with tens of thousands of people suddenly broke into Lu Jiayan's mind.

The living room where the lights were not turned on was quiet and lonely, but now Lu Jiayan's muffled laughter rang out.

Perhaps, he has always misunderstood Sheng Mingzhi?

After three years, he seems more interesting than he imagined.

When Sheng Mingzhi returned home, this was what he saw.

Lu Jiayan half leaned on the sofa, wondering if he had fallen asleep, and there was no movement at all.

I haven't seen him for a week, and Sheng Mingzhi didn't expect to see his cheap husband when he came back.

The living room was horribly quiet, and Sheng Mingzhi's keen sense of smell smelled a trace of alcohol in the air.

He also wondered how Lu Jiayan, a man who was so strict with his words and deeds, fell asleep on the sofa.

It turned out to be drunk.

Sheng Mingzhi muttered that it smells so bad, she wanted to dump Lu Jiayan and go upstairs by herself.

But there was a "bang" thunder outside the window, the lightning fell, and the coldness in the air caught Sheng Mingzhi's footsteps.

The temperature drops quickly in November. Although the Xishan No. [-] villa has a constant temperature, it will definitely catch a cold if you hang it on the sofa overnight.

Sheng Mingzhi's heart softened for a moment, and he murmured silently that it was for the dog man to have a better body to make money so that he could be raised later, and for his own long-term prosperity and wealth, so he reluctantly helped Lu Jiayan back to the room.

Just when he squatted down, Sheng Mingzhi's eyes fell on Lu Jiayan's face involuntarily.

Under the warm yellow light, the man's skin is so delicate that no blemishes can be seen from such a close distance. His nose bridge is high, his contours are deep, his eyelashes are unbelievably long, and there is a fan-shaped shadow on his cheeks.

In fact, when Lu Jiayan was not talking, he was still quite handsome - such a handsome guy, why did he open his mouth?

Sheng Mingzhi was fascinated by watching, and his mind was active, so he was not at all mentally prepared to be caught.

Until his brief emptiness was broken by Lu Jiayan's voice.

There was movement again in the living room.

The man still had his eyes closed, but his tone was lazy, and he said slowly:

"You've been peeping at me for so long, aren't you ready to kiss me?"