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Chapter 22 Agreement
At first, Wen Ruoci had no intention of entering Quan Shijin's private room.

But she didn't know what secret thoughts she had that prompted her to actually walk into Quan Shijin's private room.

The man was not soaking in the pool at this moment, but standing in front of the window, looking at the picturesque scenery outside. He was wearing a bathrobe that was loosely draped over his body, with a piece of hard muscle at the collar. If you look down, you can probably see his eight-pack abs and mermaid line.

The scene she expected did not happen, and she didn't know whether she was relieved or a little disappointed.

"Master Quan." She called softly.

Hearing the voice, the man looked over, and a smile appeared in his originally indifferent eyes. "I thought you wouldn't come."

Her figure appeared in his eyes, dim and unclear, making it difficult to see clearly.

For some reason, she felt that the person in front of her must be very lonely.

He took a few steps forward and said, "I didn't refuse Master Quan. I will come naturally. What's more, I don't have the hobby of owing favors."

The man raised his beautiful eyes and said, "In that case, please make me some tea first. I'm thirsty."

As he said that, he walked towards the sofa.

As he walked, his steps were not big, but one could still vaguely see the spring scenery inside.

She looked away.

It seems that I realized a problem.

Quan Shijin is not wearing anything underneath?

After realizing this fact, her heart was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, not causing any waves, but still causing quite a few ripples.

She quickly cleared her mind of all those messy and erotic thoughts, then walked over, half-knelt down, and made tea for him.

But her position...

The man sat in front of her with his legs crossed.

Sometimes, even if you take off all the clothes, you may not get this effect.

The sudden appearance of spring beauty, with the face half covered by the pipa, is the most irresistible.

She took a deep breath and recited to herself.

Just one night.

Just one night.

It will be over soon.

calm.

She must calm down.

Make tea.

She wants to make tea.

Try to focus on making tea.

Quan Shijin has a very picky taste, so Wen Ruoci still put some thought into it.

After brewing it, she poured the tea and placed it in front of him, then quietly moved a little to the side, trying to stay as far away from the spring scenery that could disturb his vision.

The man looked at her movements and suddenly became interested. He picked up the teacup but did not taste it. Instead, he put it to her lips and asked, "Try it?"

Wen Ruoci felt unspeakable torture and discomfort at Quan Shijin's deliberate approach.

When the man saw that she didn't answer, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Don't you like it?"

She recovered and smiled, "Of course not. This tea is too expensive. I'm afraid I'll get addicted to it. What if I don't have it later?"

Although the Wen family is considered a wealthy family, they are definitely not rich enough to casually buy tea that costs hundreds of thousands of yuan per kilogram.

As for her, all the empire she had built was forcibly given to Zhou Ying by He Ci. Now she is unemployed and temporarily needs Li Fei's support. Where can she buy tea that costs hundreds of thousands of yuan per pound?

Quan Shijin didn't really care. He looked at her. Although she didn't smile, she looked like she was in a good mood. "If you like to drink, I can send someone to deliver it to you every day."

Wen Ruoci was curious, "Is Master Quan so generous to every woman he knows?"

Quan Shijin shook the teacup slowly and leisurely, his tone did not change at all, "Only you."

The man said this casually, but it made her feel as if her heart suddenly stopped.

She reacted and looked at Quan Shijin with a smile, "Master Quan always makes girls happy like this?"

Quan Shijin looked at her and asked, "Does this count?"

According to Master Quan's identity and status, if he is willing to bend down and say some soft words, it will be counted, "This... is naturally counted..." Quan Shijin looked at her, "Then if I coax you, will you be happy?"

Wen Ruoci was stunned. For a moment, she really didn't understand what Quan Shijin meant. She took the cup of tea, used the tea lid to clear the tea foam, and said cautiously, "I'm naturally happy to be able to drink this top-grade tea."

Seeing her pretending to be stupid, Quan Shijin suddenly lost his mood.

So he stood up.

Walk to the desk with the computer, sit down and turn on the computer.

Seeing that Quan Shijin wanted an office, she was very tactful and said, "If Master Quan has official business to attend to, I'd better leave first."

Before she could even take a step, a man's voice came from behind her, "Stop, who gave you permission to leave?"

"We agreed to stay for the entire night, not a second less."

He specifically emphasized that not even a second could be lost.

Wen Ruoci, "..."

If it were in ancient times, she could stay nearby to grind ink or hold a lamp. She really didn't understand why she had to sit aside while Quan Shijin was working.

Even though I complained in my heart, I didn't have the courage to just walk away.

He found a seat, sat down, and picked up the pillow beside him and stuffed it into his arms.

She looked at the strands of hair on the man's forehead, and a sentence suddenly popped up in her mind.

In the early stages of a relationship, the boyfriend was reluctant to let his girlfriend leave, so he asked her to sit next to him and wait.

At first she didn't understand anything, but when she reacted belatedly, she realized what she was thinking.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

But it was a mockery.

Laughing at my own wild imagination.

The young master of the Quan family is from a noble family and has all the women he wants. How could he really want to have sex with a married woman like her?

She was thinking about all sorts of things. There was no other sound in the room except the sound of typing on the keyboard. She actually began to feel sleepy and fell asleep without realizing it.

Perhaps because Wen Ruoci had been silent for a long time, Quan Shijin couldn't help but look over, only to find that Wen Ruoci had fallen asleep.

He shook his head helplessly and stood up.

Originally, he just wanted to pull a thin blanket to cover her, but he saw her long black hair lying casually on the sofa. Because of her movements, the collar of her nightgown was a little open, and he could almost see the spring scenery inside. He bent down uncontrollably, then moved closer little by little, his hand already on the edge of the bathrobe, and paused before tearing it open.

I realized belatedly what he was going to do and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

When did his self-control become so poor?
But she was the only one who could make him lose his self-control.

His fixed gaze fell on her face almost greedily.

God knows how much willpower he has to restrain himself every time he sees her.

I didn't really do anything for fear of waking her up, but I still couldn't help but gently give her a kiss on the face.

Then he pulled out a thin blanket and covered her with it.

The Song Dynasty came once during this period.

He saw Wen Ruoci lying on the sofa, seemingly sleeping soundly. She had obviously recovered, but he inexplicably felt a little pain in the knife wound on his shoulder.

He ignored it and walked straight to Quan Shijin and handed him the information, "Shijin, here's what you want."

Quan Shijin signaled him to speak in a low voice so as not to wake anyone up.

Song Dynasty, "..."

He doesn't want to look at the woman who pokes his eyes. He can't afford to offend her, but can he avoid her?
"Shijin, take your time to look at it. I'll be leaving first."

The man hummed softly.

What Song Chao handed over to Quan Shijin was the prenuptial agreement signed by He Ci and Wen Ruoci. He was a little surprised, or rather, He Ci was much more courageous than he imagined. No wonder after the old man of the He family passed away and He Huai became a vegetable lying in bed, before the He family became a mess, it took He Ci only three years to turn the tide.

Quan Shijin took out the information from the brown paper bag and glanced at it indifferently.

At first, the expression on his face was still cold, but the more you looked at him, the colder his expression became, like a cold knife splitting the clouds, so chilling that even the softest moonlight could not neutralize the chilling feeling he felt at the moment.

How dare He Ci force her to sign such a prenuptial agreement?
For a moment, he almost wanted to tear the congratulatory message into pieces.

(End of this chapter)