After Marrying the Wealthy Disabled Tyrant

Saturday afternoon.

Standing in front of the towering skyscrapers of Qi's Group, Wen Yuan felt very uneasy.

He admitted that he was quite superficial, and was originally very resistant to the plot of this kind of **** marriage, but after seeing the photos of the man, he felt that it would be good to meet again. And he is now the hope of saving Wenjia's enterprise, and he has to come here because of reason.

Boldly told the front desk who he was. The front desk seemed to be ready. He took him to a conference room with a smile and asked him to take a seat.

"Mr. Wen, wait a moment, Mr. Qi is in a meeting and will come to see you later."

In the end, why do you want to meet at the company? Wen Yuan was very melancholy. He was wearing a pullover sweater and jeans, which made him look completely out of place in an office building filled with suits and white-collar workers. To make matters worse, because of his nervousness, he had some stomach cramps, and just after drinking a few sips of the tea from the front desk, his stomach began to make a gurgling sound.

Damn, he won't have diarrhea at this time, will he?

When Wen Yuan was pressing his stomach with a sad expression, the door of the conference room was pushed open again. He suddenly put down his hands like a primary school student who was caught doing something bad, and sat upright and looked at the person who came.

"Three-thirty, you're on time."

A cold and low voice sounded in the empty conference room, the frosted glass door closed automatically, and a tall and thin figure appeared in front of Wen Yuan. The man wore a slim-fitting grey suit with a plain dark-patterned tie, and sapphire cufflinks gleamed slightly at his pale wrists.

Wen Yuan's gaze moved up from his white wrist, past the neat shirt collar, the protruding Adam's apple, the sharp jaw, and finally met those cold star-like eyes, and the whole person trembled.

My mom, the real person looks even better than the photo, even this face... it's too stinky.

"That... Mr. Qi, hello." Wen Yuan quickly stood up and stretched out his hand to greet him. Unexpectedly, the man didn't hold it at all, but glanced at his watch and sat down at the top with no expression on his face.

"I'm going on a business trip to City B in fifteen minutes, Mr. Wen, let's make a quick decision."

Wasn't he really here for the interview? Wen Yuan withdrew his hand in embarrassment, deeply confused about his existence, and even had the illusion that he shouldn't bother men here. But thinking of the eager eyes of his parents before leaving, Wen Yuan swallowed and said tentatively, "Mr. Qi, I..."

"I know almost everything about your situation. T is a junior, majoring in economic management, hobbies are baking and basketball, and there is an ex-boyfriend who just broke up because of cheating a few days ago."

Dude, even did a background check!

"Then we—"

"Marriage is what Grandpa meant. He wants to help your family. I have no opinion. This is a prenuptial agreement. You can read it first and sign it if you agree. We will divorce peacefully in a year, so you don't have to worry about it."

Wen Yuan caught the folder he pushed over, opened it and took a quick look. The agreement is quite detailed, including where he will live after marriage, how many times a week he will go back to his parents' home, and what rights and obligations he has, all of which are clearly arranged for him.

As expected of the company's president, getting married is as neat and tidy as talking about business. Look at myself again, I didn't even have my resume ready in advance, I just don't deserve to give the president shoes.

"I don't have any opinion. It's just... This is the first time we've met, and we'll talk about marriage at once. Wouldn't it be a little too hasty?"

Hearing his words, the corner of the man's mouth tickled, and he seemed a little sarcastic: "This is the second time I've seen you."

"Ah?" Wen Yuan was completely stunned. He had never seen a man before.

The man didn't mean to explain, but urged: "Have you read the agreement? You can take it back to see if you can't finish it. I'm in a hurry and can't accompany you."

Wen Yuan heard a bit of impatience from this sentence. That's right, the time of the bosses is very precious. I don't know how many billions they make every minute.

He picked up the black signature pen and quickly signed his name on the two agreements. Just looking up, the man had already taken one of them and handed it to the assistant who came in at some point behind him.

"Locked in the safe."

"Yes, Mr. Qi."

The man glanced at his watch again, and his indifferent gaze slid onto Wen Yuan's face. Wen Yuan immediately understood and said with a dry smile, "Mr. Qi, you are busy first, I won't disturb you."

The man nodded slightly, turned around and walked out with the assistant, but when he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something, and turned to look at Wen Yuan.

"Forgot to introduce myself, my name is Qi Jinran, and the administrator will give you my business card."

Wen Yuan stayed for a moment, then nodded quickly and said yes. He watched Qi Jinran walk quickly to the corridor. The two slender legs wrapped under the suit pants were strong and strong. Every step was steady and steady, and it looked no different from a healthy normal person.

At that moment, an untimely thought suddenly popped up in Wen Yuan's mind.

If the leg is amputated, will that function also be affected? If this kind of iceberg beauty becomes emotional, what will it look like?

After realizing what he was thinking, Wen Yuan's face turned red. He quickly picked up the agreement on the table and left the conference room without looking back.

For the next two days, Qi Jinran did not contact him again. Wen Yuan sometimes stared at the prenuptial agreement in the bookcase and wondered if he had a dream. He never went to the Qi family to meet Qi Jinran, and his father's company was not in trouble, but soon, his father's The phone call mercilessly pulled him back to reality: "Xiaoyuan, Dad, I really want to thank you this time, the Qi family has helped us fill the funding gap. He is so concerned about our family before we get engaged. …”

It was only in the past two days that Wen Yuan knew that his father and Qi Jinran's father were high school classmates. The two used to have a good relationship and wore the same pair of pants. Later, when Qi's father went abroad to study, the connection between the two gradually faded. When Dad Wen "sees" the old classmate again, it will be more than ten years later. At the funeral of the old classmate, everything is different.

A tragic car accident completely destroyed a happy family. The young Qi Jinran was held in her mother's arms and escaped by luck, but she has since been disabled for life.

"I'm afraid that your grandfather Qi is sad when he thinks of the old things. Even if he has been in Wancheng for the past few years, he would not dare to see him. I didn't expect that he would come here on his own initiative when he knew something happened to the Wen family. Xiaoyuan, you must remember the Qi family. It's not easy for this child Jin Ran, if you pass, you have to take good care of him..."

Wen Yuan wanted to say, Dad, people don't look down on me, and I don't have a chance to repay my gratitude. But thinking that his father had just been discharged from the hospital, he couldn't bear to beat him, so he swallowed the words.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yuan flipped through a few pages of the book and didn't bother to read it any more. He opened the drawer and found the business card inside. This was the day he left the Qi family, and the administrative lady gave it to him, saying that this was Qi Jinran's private number, so that he could contact him in case of anything.

Thinking of what his dad said, Wen Yuan edited a line of text messages and sent it to the number.

- Mr. Qi, thank you for helping our family so much.

After sending the text message, he let out a long breath. Ten minutes passed, and Qi Jinran didn't answer him either. Although Wen Yuan was a little disappointed, he didn't take it too seriously. After all, the boss of the family has a lot of business, and it is normal not to reply to text messages.

Anyway, Qi Jinran has said that their marriage will only last for one year. After a year, they will divorce peacefully. No matter how much they despise him, in this year, Qi Jinran will still do what he should do, right?

After adjusting his mentality, Wen Yuan was not so worried anymore. It's just that the family matter has just been resolved, and there is another disturbance at the school.

I don't know who posted the confrontation between him and Zhou Yunqing on the basketball court that day on the BBS, especially the details of the Bentley driver who came to pick him up, adding fuel to the process, and posting photos, but he was still holding him. The sympathetic melon eaters immediately became yin and yang strange: [WY is not showing off his brain? Knowing that Yang Mo's family is good, he purposely rented a Bentley to show off his wealth? 】【One thing to say, although the school grass is scum, but the ex-boyfriend's operation is also difficult to describe...】【I heard that the Harvard alumnus who came to speak last time is Wen Yuan's current boyfriend? real or fake? ] [Of course it's fake, how can Wen Yuan's face touch porcelain, the male **** who built our hospital, it's not worthy to carry shoes for the male god. 】【Is it so exaggerated? WY is also the yard grass that is managed. 】

[The students upstairs didn't go to the auditorium to listen to the lecture? Let me show you the beautiful face of the real male **** who hangs and beat our previous school grass. JPG] Wen Yuan did not look down at the photo, and withdrew from the post in shame. At that time, in order to show his power in front of Zhou Yunqing, he casually pulled an innocent alumni he had never met to block his gun. How could he know that the alumni just gave a speech, and now it is so popular that he even has fans?

I regret it now, I regret it very much.jpg

Apart from pretending to be dead, Wen Yuan couldn't think of a better way to deal with it. In the past few days, except for classes and meals, he has tried his best to avoid going to other places in the school, just for fear of being discussed by others. What's so terrifying? Wen Yuan finished his professional class this day and just stepped into the door of the canteen in the North District, when he met the dog boy and boy he hated the most.

"Yo, Master Wen also came to the cafeteria to eat? Didn't your boyfriend drive you out to dinner with a Bentley?"

Yang Mo was worried that he had no chance to take revenge on him. Seeing Wen Yuan's appearance, he immediately got the same fighting spirit as a fighting rooster.

Zhou Yunduan was not as yin and yang as he was, but looked at him with a complex look of pity and guilt.

Ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past in Wen Yuan's heart, but his face remained calm and calm.

"We parted peacefully."

Yang Mo laughed "ha" and deliberately raised the volume: "It's only been a few days, and you've been dumped again? Wen Yuan, is it so hard to admit that you made up all this? You still want to rent a Bentley to show off your wealth, Tsk tsk, it's pathetic and pathetic that you look like a fat man with a swollen face."

"Yang Mo, it's almost done." Zhou Yunqing whispered uncomfortably.

The three of them stood in the passageway where people came and went, and they were very conspicuous. Countless pairs of eyes in the cafeteria were staring at them, and some of them had secretly taken their mobile phones and started recording videos. After all, this kind of ripping off between the former and the current school grass is not often seen.

Wen Yuan looked at Yang Mo's arrogant face, and then looked at Zhou Yunqing beside him, the boy he had liked for three years, at this moment, became so disgusting. He was very sure that he no longer had any love for this person. He didn't want to have any entanglement with this dog boy and boy. He just wanted to end everything neatly, but things always seemed to be not what he wanted. In this case, he What are you going to endure?

Taking a step forward, he grabbed Yang Mo by the collar and pressed the person against the wall. Wen Yuan laughed mockingly: "No matter what, it's better than a little three like you who can only interfere in other people's feelings. Poor, There are parents who are born without parents. They look like people, but unfortunately this mouth stinks more than a garbage dump."

Yang Mo, who was only 1.7 meters tall, was pushed against the wall by the vicious Wen Yuan who was 1.83 meters tall, his face turned pale with fright. How could he have thought that Wen Yuan would dare to face him in front of so many people, his delicate face turned white and red, staring at Zhou Yunqing: "Why are you still standing there!"

Zhou Yunqing didn't expect Wen Yuan to suddenly attack. He recovered from the shock, and hurriedly pulled his arm: "Xiaoyuan, don't do this, just come at me if you have anything, Yang Mo is innocent..."

"Don't call my name disgustingly!" Wen Yuan's eyes were red with anger, and the hand that grabbed Yang Mo's neck tightened.

Fuck decent, **** image, he doesn't want it all today!

Just when the atmosphere froze to freezing point, a low magnetic voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Xiaoyuan, didn't you mean to go home for dinner today? Why are you still here?"

Hearing this somewhat familiar voice, Wen Yuan was stunned for a while, and the countless pairs of gossip eyes behind him looked at the person who came in disbelief.

As soon as Qi Jinran in a suit walked in, he attracted almost everyone's attention. He is like a natural luminous body, even though he has just been on a plane for several hours and is dusty, his dazzling temperament has not diminished at all.

Wen Yuan was stared at by his deep, clear eyes, and the anger and unwillingness in his chest disappeared instantly. No matter what the reason for Qi Jinran's presence here, he was grateful to him and didn't make him more embarrassed.

"Come on, grandpa is waiting for us."

Qi Jinran seemed to have only Wen Yuan in his eyes. His eyes passed through Zhou Yunqing and Yang Mo, as if through the air, without emotion.

Seeing Qi Jinran turn around, Wen Yuan hurriedly followed behind him. Unexpectedly, Qi Jinran suddenly slowed down and grabbed his wrist.

The man's hands were a little icy, which made Wen Yuan shiver, and an indescribable emotion quietly spread in his heart.

He understood that this was just Qi Jinran wanting to help him, and to make the relationship between the two look more credible, but why was his heartbeat uncontrollably faster and faster, and his face started to heat up?

Wen Yuan, who walked out of the cafeteria with Qi Jinran blankly, did not hear the whispered exclamation behind him.

"Fuck, Wen Yuan's new boyfriend is really the man who built the hospital.

"Damn it! When did they get together?? Have they met their parents?"

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