"Marriage is not a joke, I never falsify my marriage." Ye Lancheng spoke indifferently, his tone as simple as saying "The weather is good today."

An Zhisu felt that if the occasion was not wrong, she might have laughed out loud. The saying "Marriage is not a joke" from Ye Lancheng made An Zhisu feel particularly joked.

How many times have they met? An Zhisu calculated based on his fingers, and he could have two left in five fingers. He had seen him for the first time at the age of seven, and this time, he had seen him three times in 18 years. Apart from each other's names, he knew nothing about each other. You marry a stranger like this, and you also say that marriage is not a joke, surely you are not joking?

"Ye Lancheng, did you take medicine today?" An Zhisu said quickly.

Ye Lancheng:...

Ye Lancheng held down the forehead that he wanted to thrust, and said patiently: "You need a backer. Marrying me is more safe than pretending to be engaged to me. When we get married, you become my wife. In City S, you can walk sideways."

"Why do I have to walk sideways? I'm not a turtle?" An Zhisu said quickly again.

Ye Lancheng:...

Ye Lancheng didn't hold it down this time, and his temple jumped significantly.

Of course, An Zhisu regretted it after saying this. She bit her lip and wanted to give herself a big mouth so that you can speak quickly!

Seeing that Ye Lancheng's face was dark, An Zhisu wanted to suck himself even more. Just as he was thinking of saying something to remedy, a knock on the door suddenly sounded outside the door.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Three non-sounding knocks on the door seemed to knock on An Zhisu's heart, which was so shocked that she was shocked.

Ye Lancheng said with a dark face: "Come in."

The assistant unscrewed the door and felt the stiff atmosphere in the office before he even came in. He looked at Ye Lancheng without any trace and found that his face was a little dark. He was cautious and reminded carefully: "Mr. Ye, the car is ready, it's time for you to leave to the airport."

Ye Lancheng nodded heavily, stood up from the chair, wrote down a string of numbers on the sticky note paper, and tore them off and walked towards An Zhisu.

As he approached, An Zhisu saw his entire height clearly, and his height of nearly 185 gave people a heavier pressure. The tailored suit set off his figure more perfectly, like a walking clothes rack.

"Hold it, I'll be on a business trip for a week, and I'll think about calling me." Ye Lancheng paused beside her. As his wrist flipped, the light of the diamond cuff links on his cuffs refracted into An Zhisu's eyes, making her squint slightly.

An Zhisu took the note paper by chance, held it in his hand and pinched it hard.

...

When Song Jiaren returned home from the law firm with exhaustion, she saw An Zhisu comfortably nestling on the sofa, holding her newly bought goblet between her beautiful right hand. The cup was the red wine she had treasured for a long time. The bottle on the table was half empty, and Song Jiaren's heart hurt a few times.

"An Zhisu, you'd better give me a reason to steal my red wine. If it's not something that is particularly worth celebrating, I'll throw you down from the balcony." Song Jiaren ran over and yelled.

An Zhisu raised his head, and two faint blush appeared on Subai's little face because she drank it. It looked much more pleasing to the eyes. Song Jiaren's anger was half gone at once. Oh, I really couldn't get angry at a beautiful face.

Song Jiaren sat down in frustration, snatched the remaining half bottle of wine, poured half a cup of herself and asked, "What? Ye Lancheng promised to pretend to be engaged to you?"

An Zhisu's head was shaking like a rattle.

Song Jiaren leaned back very unlady: "I think you are celebrating happily, it turns out that you are drinking to relieve your sorrows. An Zhisu, your future is just being rejected from marriage, I don't think Ye Lancheng will agree."

"Well, he said marriage is not a joke and cannot be used as a condition for negotiation, so he thought carefully and said he wanted to marry me." An Zhisu's little head lit up and said seriously.

puff……

Song Jiaren squirted out all the wine that had just arrived at her mouth.

"Cough cough..." Song Jiaren coughed so hard that she choked, and after a while, she asked, "Zhisu, aren't you drunk?"
Chapter completed!