Tyrant Son-in-law

"What did you say? Say it again." The man's voice instantly rose to a higher pitch, attracting many people's attention.    

"One million, and you, as the middleman, will also get twenty thousand yuan in commission. But if this person doesn't meet my requirements …"    

Before Hu Yiming could finish his words, the man in front of him suddenly held Hu Yiming's hand tightly and said with bright eyes, "Bro, what do you think of me? What do I act?"    

Hu Yiming's mouth twitched: "It's not that I don't have any requirements towards looks."    

The man immediately took out a wet towel from his pocket and wiped his face. His originally grey and misty face instantly turned handsome.    

The gap between the former and the latter was comparable to the difference between the latter and the former in terms of the latter.    

"Am I okay now?" The man was no longer as cold as he was just now. He wanted to stick himself onto Hu Yiming.    

Hu Yiming pushed him away with a dark expression, as if he didn't know this person at all.    

However, this man was as shameless as if he had locked onto Hu Yiming. He wanted to follow Hu Yiming and completely play out Hu Yiming's shameless and shameless words.    

"I might not have said it clearly. I hope it's a woman."    

As soon as Hu Yiming finished his sentence, the man took off his work clothes and hat, giving Hu Yiming a live performance of what it meant to be a man changing into a woman.    

Moreover, this woman looked really pretty.    

Hu Yiming!    

Now, even if the person in front of him said that she was an alien, Hu Yiming would still believe him.    

"Come on, let's talk." Hu Yiming said. In this way, there was nothing more suitable than this person in front of him.    

Mo Xiaomo walked in front of Hu Yiming in a flattering manner, "I guarantee that I can control any character. As long as you can pay me."    

Hu Yiming was amused by her expression: "My money isn't that easy to earn. Let's get on the car first."    

When Mo Xiaomo saw that Hu Yiming's car turned out to be a luxury car, she was overjoyed. It was completely different from her cold and aloof image of a migrant worker brother just now.    

After Hu Yiming got into the car, Mo Xiaomo prepared to sit in the front passenger seat, but Hu Yiming said, "You sit in the back."    

Mo Xiaomo looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Don't you rich people abstain from this kind of thing? If you let someone else sit in the back, wouldn't you become a chauffeur?"    

"It's fine, sit down. This seat in front is for my wife." Hu Yiming said openly.    

Mo Xiaomo clicked her tongue. She didn't expect him to be so sentimental.    

Hu Yiming drove Mo Xiaomo to the coffee shop. It was just an ordinary kind of coffee shop. Mo Xiaomo looked at it with disdain.    

"Since you're so rich, we can't go to a coffee shop that's more expensive."    

Hu Yiming glanced at her gloomily. He wanted to go, but he didn't have any money on him and still owed Wu Tiehzhu a million yuan.    

"So many requests."    

As she said that, Hu Yiming walked in. Mo Xiaomo quickly followed and the two of them found a more reserved seat to sit down.    

Mo Xiaomo bluntly ordered the most expensive coffee on the menu, regardless of whether it was drinkable or not.    

Hu Yiming looked at her with interest and said, "I didn't expect you to have such a unique taste."    

Although she didn't understand the meaning behind Hu Yiming's words, Mo Xiaomo still said, "It's alright."    

How shameless.    

Only after the coffee was served did Mo Xiaomo understand what Hu Yiming Hua meant. This bitter Mo Xiaomo doubted life, no matter how little milk and sugar she added, it would be useless.    

Hu Yiming sipped his coffee leisurely. His mood improved when he saw Mo Xiaomo embarrassed.    

"Let's talk business. I hope you can help me take care of someone, pretend to be his lover and cause a ruckus at his company."    

"Hmm? "As a mistress." Mo Xiaomo could no longer care about the bitter taste of her coffee. This job was not that easy.    

Hu Yiming stayed silent for a while and said, "Have you seen the rich guy's TV series yet? Just pretend to be the woman he abandoned at the beginning and try to make your reputation worse."    

"I really won't be in any danger. After all, I'm going to become a superstar in the future."    

"It will be a little dangerous, and if you agree to my plan, it will give you a certain degree of exposure. It might affect your future Star Path."    

"This will not be a good thing."    

Although in Hu Yiming's eyes, the current Mo Xiaomo had no star path, but he didn't know what would happen in the future. Through such a short time spent together, Hu Yiming could feel something different from Mo Xiaomo.    

"Of course, the choice is yours. If you agree to sign the contract now, then I will first pay you the deposit of 200,000. As for the rest of the money, half of it will be paid after the matter succeeds, and the other half will be paid to you.    

"However, I suggest that you think it through clearly. For a million, you give yourself up. If you refuse now, then we'll pretend that we've never met."    

Mo Xiaomo thought for a moment, gritted her teeth and said, "I promise you, you'd better not lie to me. The money that you should give me won't be small, and you have to ensure my safety."    

Hu Yiming nodded. "If you follow my plan, there shouldn't be any danger."    

Mo Xiaomo didn't heave a sigh of relief after she heard that. On the contrary, she became even more flustered. However, thinking about the one million yuan, she gritted her teeth and decided to give it a try.    

"Who is that person?" Mo Xiaomo asked.    

Hu Yiming placed a piece of information in front of Mo Xiaomo. Mo Xiaomo casually looked through it and her expression became more and more unsightly. Finally, she simply closed the contract.    

"Brother, we will meet again if fate allows it." With that, Mo Xiaomo packed up her things and left, making a joke about plotting against the son of the wealthiest man. Did she despise him for not living long enough?    

"Then do you know who I am?" Hu Yiming said lightly.    

Mo Xiaomo paused. She, who had already stood up, sat down again. For some reason, she felt that Hu Yiming was a bastard.    

"Who are you?" Mo Xiaomo asked.    

"His brother."    

"A father and a mother?"    

"Same father."    

Mo Xiaomo immediately slammed the table. "Ok, I'll take this list. Leave the contract beside you now. I'll sign it."    

"Wait a moment, I haven't finished speaking."    

"Say what? I believe you." Mo Xiaomo quickly signed her name where the contract should be.    

"I am the most powerless, the poorest person in our family."    

"Ah?" What did you say? " Mo Xiaomo's mouth opened slightly. "So, big brother, say something."    

While Mo Xiaomo was still stunned, Hu Yiming pulled over the contract. Here, he couldn't help but sigh at Mo Xiaomo's efficiency. In less than half a minute, she had signed all the signatures in the contract.    

"Just like you thought. Otherwise, I wouldn't have used such a method to wish us a happy cooperation." Hu Yiming kept the contract in his briefcase.