C6 We Are Working Together

I watched as the man got out of the car, wearing a light striped suit and an irregular pair of retro glasses on the bridge of his nose, strolled toward me.

He was truly dazzling, and it was unreasonable for a man to describe him as stunning. However, he truly had a beautiful face. Elegant and cold, he switched freely. The lines of his face were solid, but it was not firm and resolute.

Maybe I really did pick up a big bargain, being able to marry Ling Mofann.

But, as Ling Mofann said, we are in a cooperative relationship.

The day the cooperation ends is the day of our divorce.

"Asking you a question, daydreaming again?" Ling Mofann seemed to be unhappy.

My heart was in a mess, but I couldn't do anything about it. In the end, I could only pout the corner of my mouth and smile. "You're pretty, so I couldn't hold it in any longer and went into a daze."

The way he looked at me was very strange. I thought he was going to say something sarcastic to me, but Ling Mofann suddenly said: "You look pretty good too."

I was flattered. "Compared to you, I'm so far behind. You're like a celestial being frightened by the heavens and an immortal. No one would even spare a glance for someone like me when I'm walking on the streets."

I don't know what Ling Mofann was thinking when he heard this wave of rainbow fart from me. In any case, I was quite happy when I heard a good-looking person praise me for my good looks.

"I have a video conference later. Hurry up." he reminded me.

I looked at the man in front of me and reluctantly walked into the neighborhood. I went upstairs and started packing up my clothes and some daily necessities.

"..."

Ling Mofann's district is a real mansion in B city with pleasant surroundings and three sides near the sea. I do advertising and I know a little about real estate. None of the high-end villas in this district are lower than 50 million.

The security guards at the residential complex probably recognized Ling Mofann's car from afar. When the car was still a few meters away, they opened the lift rod.

The villa's decorating style was different. There was a baroque style, as well as an American garden style. There was also a decorative style that was slightly oriental and classical. Ling Mofann's villa was located at the back of the center.

The villa was three stories high, a standard Roman courtyard with a cobblestone path, a large swimming pool on one side, and an endless corridor on the other.

The frosted glass lampposts that lined the path gave off a soft glow at night, and in the center of the courtyard was a small fountain of bronze sculpture.

Extremely luxurious style, let me once again sigh that capitalism has created a huge disparity between rich and poor.

I didn't have much luggage, and as soon as we got out of the car, two people came over, wearing white shirts and bow ties, like the servants of a prominent British family, and opened the trunk to help me carry my luggage.

I followed behind Ling Mofann.

Ye Zichen walked into the mansion.

Ling Mofann may not be an ordinary rich person, but this is the fourth time I've seen Ling Mofann. From the man's luxury car and his clothes, I can clearly see that this person has the tag of "rich man" all over his body.

However, none of these feelings could shock me as much as what I felt now.

I stood in the lobby on the first floor as if I were in a magnificent castle, with a soft, dark brown carpet that I had once seen on television and television. It was said to have been used by some oil artist during the Second World War.

"Mr. Ling?" I was too used to it, too used to it, and suddenly told me that I was about to live in a villa that would not be worth the price I had sold for, and that it all seemed like a dream to me.

And it was a particularly unreal dream.

"Did you eat dinner?" After Ling Mofann came in, he walked straight to the room behind the bar and suddenly turned around to ask me.

I've been running all day, not to mention dinner, and I only bought a bottle of drinks at the convenience store for lunch, and now I'm starving to death.

"Not yet." I told him.

Ling Mofann looked behind me and said, "In an hour, come to my study."

Without waiting for me to speak, Ling Mofann turned around and walked into the room behind the bar.

I tugged at the hem of my dress and looked back at the two men standing behind me in their chef's clothes.

One of them asked politely, "Do you like Sichuan or Cantonese?"

The other one smiled and asked, "Or, does madame usually prefer Chinese or Western food?"

I need to digest. No, I need to calm down.