C37 Change Three Years to Two

"Reschedule?" Zhou Yanchen's lips slightly rubbed as a pleasant male voice came out.

His brows slightly raised as he looked at her, his phoenix eyes rippling with ridicule. "Is there a need for this?"

Isn't that necessary?

Mo Xirann rolled her eyes inside.

After arguing for a long time, he spoke to her in such a righteous tone last time, saying that after marriage, they would live their separate lives and not interfere in each other's business. It was as he wished to do.

Yet she still had to circle around him. This was too unfair!

"CEO, don't we live our separate lives?"

Did she misunderstand?

"If you signed the agreement last time, you would be living your own lives and wouldn't interfere with each other. But now …"

He did not finish, but the meaning was obvious.

This was pure revenge!

But getting married was such a big thing, and it was even a fake one. Which woman would agree so readily?!

I won't let him think about it for two days!

Because of this, Mo Xirann couldn't help but say that Zhou Yanchen was too evil! Too domineering!

"CEO, I'm afraid that you're so handsome and wise. I've been surrounding you all day long, and I can't help but fall in love with you. Wouldn't it be terrible then?"

When she said that, Zhou Yanchen immediately frowned, "Then what do you mean?"

Mo Xirann smiled and put the contract on the desk, "We are living our own lives and we will not interfere with each other. Also, can we change the duration of the contract to two years?"

Two years later, when the agreement was annulled, she worked hard to get married by the age of 30.

Otherwise, after the age of 30, she would really be a leftover girl.

Zhou Yanchen squinted his phoenix eyes and looked at her with a faint smile.

It seemed that she had made some preparations before coming here.

In fact, the demands she made meant nothing to him.

It was just to find someone to divert the old lady's attention.

He had taken a liking to her because her brain wasn't working well and she was young, so she didn't know how to scheme.

Mo Xirann, who didn't know what Zhou Yanchen was thinking, was truly innocent.

She had studied hard for so many years, had become a graduate student in the finance department based on her own strength, and had even received three years of scholarships. She was truly a talented woman.

Why is it that when I get to Zhou Yanchen, my head doesn't work?

If her brain wasn't good enough, could she be accepted by the dynasty!?

Taking the agreement, Zhou Yanchen slightly curled his fingers and lightly knocked on the contract. He slowly said: "Sure, we'll do as you say."

Hearing this, Mo Xirann heaved a sigh of relief. At last, the negotiation was a success.

However, after she let out a sigh of relief, she felt a bit uncomfortable and felt a bit depressed in her heart.

She was probably being silly about something as unrealistic as giving in to reality and agreeing to a fake marriage.

Thinking about that, he couldn't help but look up and down at the man sitting on the Big Class Chair.

A man so unworldly and so handsome that even humans and gods would be angered, she was sure that he would be her husband in the future.

Why does it feel even more unreasonable than a fake marriage?

Shaking her head, Mo Xirann became a little more clear-headed. Zhou Yanchen said: "The contract will be redone. Come over here to sign after work. Come back to Zhou Family with me for dinner tonight."

"Oh." Nodding her head, she thought for a moment, then asked, "CEO, is this a formal meeting? Shall I prepare a gift? "

A gift?

Zhou Yanchen glanced at her, then said: "Whatever."

How could this sort of thing happen so casually?

He was clearly very serious when he saw his parents.

But rich people like them probably didn't lack for anything, right?

Then bring some fruit and flowers, no mistake.

Having made up her mind, Mo Xirann said respectfully, "CEO, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."

Zhou Yanchen answered with a "hmm", then casually took the documents on the table and opened them.

… ….

After work, Mo Xirann came to the CEO office again.

She deliberately waited until all her colleagues had left before coming up. Zhou Yanchen had been waiting for her for a long time with a dark face and every cell in his body expressed his displeasure.

Mo Xirann did not dare to provoke him, so she respectfully signed the agreement.

Two copies.

Zhou Yanchen threw his portion into the drawer while Mo Xirann carefully put it into her bag.

"Can we go now?" she asked, buttoning her shoulder bag.

Zhou Yanchen pulled on the suit jacket on the Big Class Chair's back and put it on his shoulders, looking a bit handsome.

He took the lead and walked towards the door.

Mo Xirann stuck out her tongue and followed him with small steps.

The driver drove the black Bentley over and handed the Car Key to Zhou Yanchen respectfully.

He got into the driver's seat, leaving his jacket in the passenger seat.

Mo Xirann, who was about to open the passenger door, went stiff. With a pout, she got into the back seat.

The car started and drove forward without a word.

However, when they passed by the flower shop, Mo Xirann patted Zhou Yanchen's car seat and told him to stop.

With a frown, he stepped on the brakes. Before he could say anything, she had already opened the car door and got out, jogging towards the flower shop.

Before long, Mo Xirann walked out of the florist with a huge bunch of lilies in her hands.

She was wearing a sleeveless chiffon blouse, a black one-step skirt, silver high heels, and long hair that fell softly over her shoulders.

Holding the bouquet, he replied, "People are more delicate than flowers."

Zhou Yanchen retracted his gaze and looked ahead indifferently.

There was at least one more benefit to choosing her.

She looked okay, and she didn't get sick from being around her for long periods of time.

Later on, Mo Xirann also bought fruit, so Zhou Yanchen didn't say anything.

If she didn't hear his venomous tongue, it meant that she had done the right thing. This way, she would feel at ease.