Prosperity for the rest of your life

Chapter 1106 Five-Year Contract
Feng Chen Che lightly hummed, and glanced at Rong Wu.

Rong Wu stepped forward and spread out a document on the tea table in front of Qianxi, his voice was as indifferent as Feng Chenche's, "This is a contract prepared by the young master for you, take a look and sign if you agree."

Qianxi bent down slightly, and with her white and slender fingers picked up the document on the coffee table, which was a contract.

Feng Chenche glanced at her, and his voice was still cold and indifferent: "To put it bluntly, this is equivalent to a contract of selling your life, and the current temporary period is five years. I will pay your tuition and all expenses for these five years, but you For five years, sell it to me, and sign if you agree."

Qian Xi roughly glanced at the contract, took a pen, and planned to sign her name at the signature place, but was interrupted by Feng Chenche's indifferent voice.

"Qianxi, think about it clearly, five years, not five days. If you sign this contract, it proves that your whole person is mine for these five years, understand? From body to heart, from beginning to end, only It can be me alone. And the temporary period is five years, so I might as well tell you one thing about this contract. I have the right to unilaterally terminate or renew the contract, and you have no right to refuse."

She stopped pointing at the pen, looked at him with bright eyes, and asked softly, "Is that all? I can accept it."

"If you think it over now and plan not to sign the contract, I will ask Rong Wu to send you away, and you don't have to pay back the fee for bringing you back from the bar, just treat it as a good deed from me, you consider it" Feng Chenche lifted Looking at Qian Xi with her eyes, she saw that she had written her signature on the signature place neatly, and silently swallowed back the words she hadn't said yet.

After Qianxi signed the contract, she handed it to Feng Chenche, with a gentle but serious voice, "I signed the contract. I am 17 years old, not seven years old. I can see the terms very clearly. Although it is a bit overbearing, I accept it voluntarily." .Feng Chenche, here you are." Qianxi said, and handed over the contract a little further.

With bright eyes and white teeth, the light in the eyes was clear and pure, reflecting into the depths of Feng Chen Che's eyes.

Feng Chenche's face still did not accept the contract in her hand, his handsome and aloof face, the pupils of Dongye Hanxing, and the cold and clear eyes revealed an irresistible aura of aristocrats and powerhouses.It made Qianxi feel a little embarrassed, whether she retracted her outstretched hand or continued to extend it, she hesitated.

Rong Wu, who was next to him, immediately went forward to accept Qianxi's contract, and reprimanded him: "From now on, learn to behave in front of the young master! The young master's name is not just called by you, you have to respectfully call him young master."

"I know." Qian Xi lowered her head helplessly.

"It's okay, you can call me whatever you want, there is no shortage of you who can call me young master, you can do whatever you want." Feng Chen Che's cold voice carried an imperceptible softness.

Qianxi looked at Feng Chenche curiously, but when she looked at the slackened cold handsome face, she was slightly absent-minded.

The profound facial features are as if carved by a knife, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, thin lips are slightly pursed, and the posture of drinking red wine is so casual but reveals unparalleled dignity.

Maybe it was because she stared at her for too long, the person who was sipping his wine raised his eyes slightly, and when he saw her curious and pure looking gaze, he was stunned for more than ten seconds, then his thin lips parted slightly, and a cold voice came out ,"come here."

"Okay." Qianxi was very obedient and walked over at a leisurely pace.

When she approached, Feng Chen Che's scrutinizing eyes fell on her innocent face, and then on her hands.

He stretched out his hand, and his tone was flat, without any emotion, "give me your hand."

Qian Xi glanced at her finger, and handed it to Feng Chenche's palm.

(End of this chapter)