1.5 Million Dollar Child Custody Contract

  Leng Yunlin is a rational and rigid person, in the past ten years, he has experienced it very clearly.

  He would never do such a thing. If it really happened, it would be unprecedented!

   She is the first person who can make Leng Yunlin ignore work in the office to such an extent!

  Surprise was only for a moment. In the next second, he immediately hid his emotions, bowed and said, "President, there is a meeting at 3:30 in the clubhouse on the top floor of Roman Holiday."

   "Got it, go get ready."

   There was a brief silence in the office, and when Mu Qingyu was about to speak, Leng Yunlin had already taken his suit jacket from the hanger next to him.

   "Do you want to go out?" Mu Qingyu saw his movements, and immediately got up to meet him.

   "En." Leng Yunlin was already fully dressed, with a silver suit, a linen shirt, and his appropriate hairstyle, looking like a successful person who commanded everything.

   "Then I..."

  He glanced at her. This woman, in just an instant, has returned from being charming and enchanting to calm and cold.

  Working and "serving" him, the transformation was so fast that he was a little surprised by her good "professional qualities".

   But, not enough.

  An excellent secretary, who can only take care of his private life and handle official affairs, is obviously not enough.

  He frowned, but then, as if he remembered something, there was an evil smile on his face: "Come with me."

   Is she really a woman willing to play games?

  —Or, all she did, including throwing herself in the arms last night, insisting on asking for the 30% deposit, and half pushing and half giving just now, was all for his "treating him differently"?

  Since she wants the 30% advance payment, she has to let him see if she has the ability and is worth the price!

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   "Yunlin, where are we going?"

   Sitting in the back seat of his car, Mu Qingyu asked with some doubts.

   "You'll know when you get there!" Leng Yunlin leaned lazily on the sofa, wrapping his arms around the woman's waist, letting her stick to his chest, his eyes glistening with calculations.

   "I just want to make some preparations for the next work!" She felt a little uneasy in her heart, but she still couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

   "That's it..." The ending sound was long, as if accompanied by a lazy and frivolous aftertaste. Leng Yunlin's slender fingers gently stroked his chin, as if he was thinking. Immediately, his eyes shifted and focused on her, without any emotion, as if she was just an experimental object placed on the podium for random observation, and he was just trying to study it.

   "Yeah." He nodded, "Your clothes really don't fit—"

  Mu Qingyu was wearing a white shirt, a one-step skirt underneath, stockings close to her skin tone, and black high-heeled shoes—the most typical OL outfit, which really stood out from everyone.

  Leng Yunlin snapped his fingers softly: "Yaoyun, first go to the third floor of Rome International, I have to choose clothes for her."

  Cheng Yaoyun, who was driving, nodded, his expression was as calm as ever, and he seemed to be used to all this.

  Mu Qingyu raised her eyes and looked at him with an evil smile, that ruthless profile, and vaguely felt that the journey would not be smooth, and her heart was gradually sinking.