Chapter 3

I wonder, between me and a man, besides the relationship that I owe him money, is there such a relationship in black and white?

With this doubt, I came to the restaurant the next afternoon.

The man is sitting on the card seat of the blind date dressed up by the contractor yesterday. He is wearing a black suit, a wine red tie, a gentleman's Windsor knot, and a dazzling Givenchy brooch on his left chest.

A man really has his own aura. No matter what he says or does, he has his own aura.

I went over and stood at the table. "I'm here to pay back the money."

The man smiles low, turns his head, raises his delicate chin and signals to the person standing behind him.

Behind me, it should be a man's assistant or something, holding a document in his hand, which is very thick. I glanced at it roughly, and the document should have no less than 20 pieces of A4 paper.

"Miss ye, you look anxious to get married." The man in the card seat, turn his eyes to me.

I look at his eyes, suddenly some not calm, his eyes are like the abyss can not see the bottom, there is a layer of light frost, cold with a natural indifference.

"The family is in a hurry." I'm only 23 years old. According to my age, I won't be a young man in two years.

The man's face didn't change. He just looked at me. I always felt that he was looking at a painting. Unfortunately, I was a fake. In the man's eyes, there was a touch of disdain and irony.

"Well, let's take what we need. What do you think of this proposal?"

"Very good." I didn't understand him at all, and I was a little nervous. The key is that a man looks good. I don't look at his face, and I feel disrespectful. Staring at him, I lose my thinking ability.

I was completely led by his nose. I would answer whatever he asked.

The man raised his hand and looked at the watch. "Miss ye, please look at the documents. I only reserved half an hour for the 2:30 flight. I'm going to Japan."

Is it a day-to-day job?

I took the time to scan the first two pages of the document. With so many pages, how could I read them in just ten minutes.

But just looking at the first two pages is enough. This man means to let me marry him.

"No way." Although a man has a face enough to become a national idol, and his figure looks very good, I'm afraid there are too many rival lovers. Moreover, we've only known each other for a long time, and even netizens can't talk about it. How can I marry him so rashly.

Blind date also needs running in period. It's too shameful for him to do so.

"Why, I can't compare with the man sitting here yesterday?" He asked me.

"No, I don't mean that. The point is that I don't even know your name now." I said in a panic.

"Ling Mo fan, my name." The man took the pen and signed his name at the last glance of the document, "Miss ye, what questions do you have? If it's all right, sign your name, bring your ID tomorrow, and go to the Civil Affairs Bureau at three o'clock in the afternoon. "

Civil Affairs Bureau?

I stared at the smart signature for a while, hesitated, "Mr. Ling, are you in a hurry to get married?"

"It's not urgent, but getting married is a matter of time. I need to deal with my family. Since Miss Ye is not in a hurry to get married, I should have the same purpose with Miss Ye." Ling Mo fan's eyes fell on me and his mouth curved.

I looked at the corner of his mouth slightly pulled out of the arc, or some worry, bow, picked up the pen on the table.

The pen in my hand is thousands at least. I have seen this type of pen in a second-hand market before. The price is 5000 yuan.

People are rich and lustful. It's impossible to covet me. I hold my pen tightly and struggle violently in my mind.

Is it too hasty?

Biting my teeth, I signed my name in Party B and took a deep breath. Suddenly, I thought of a very important thing, "Mr. Ling, when can we divorce?"

"This is negotiable." Ling Mo fan got up, the radian of the corner of his mouth was no longer there, and he said to me in a low voice.

I was relieved to hear that.

……

The next afternoon, I took the bus for nearly 50 minutes according to the man's appointment, got off the bus and walked for more than ten minutes.

In the parking lot outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, a black BMW 760li is very eye-catching. After looking around, I am ready to call Ling Mofan.

"Do you have all the papers with you?" The man got out of the BMW and approached me with long legs.