Contract Wife Mr. China

Chapter 9

It was almost night time when Yinzhen arrived in front of Zhao, the crowd in front of the gate was completely gone. The man directly entered the main residence while gnawing his luggage. Some servants who had been very familiar with him did not hesitate to say hello, Yinzhen also replied quite friendly.

When he reached the living room, uncle Zhang, the man with dozens of keys hanging in his pants pocket, greeted him. Then directed Yinzhen to the reading room, where Zhao Yi was. Uncle Zhang died after arriving. The room with the imagery that is only focused on the table, seems soothing. At the table was his boss.

"How did you find a way?" Ask boss.

"I've seen all the news that's been released. Although impressed only bluff by leaking the Young Master's wedding, this news can also bring down the Young Master at any time. In my opinion, announcing the marriage and admitting it is intent on building a company abroad for the time being is better. However, keep asserting the rumors circulating are just rumors."

Zhao Yi nodded, she had already thought about that from before Yinzhen said it. Just wanted to hear his assistant's advice, maybe have a better idea.

"Preparate a press conference and make me and Yasmin a script."

"Would it?" Yinzhen thought for a moment and then did not ask. He nodded after that exit. Prepare everything your boss needs. His suitcase was even left in the Zhao residence, it was actually like this Yinzhen. Not like when he was in Indonesia, it was very difficult to move and find a way out of trouble.

Yinzhen contacted several media crews who were on good terms with their company, to write and cover the news according to the desired flow. Last thought of what kind of wonderful story to cover Zhao Yi and Yasmin's contract marriage. Zhao Yi's assistant who used to track down various information, now had to spend her precious time reading romance stories. For him this is not interesting, love problems should be felt directly not through sentences. But this time, he would not want to have to read to have inspiration. What kind of story to represent the story of Zhao Yi and Yasmin meeting.

Some novels appear scattered on the table, whether this is what I have been. However, the man still flipped through every single sheet. Haven't found a love story that makes little sense, because he's looking for a thrilling but simple story to impress normal.

Yinzhen quit her activities. Pushing his body into the back of the chair, then removing the glasses he often used when reading such reports. Threshed a round clock at the wrist, almost midnight. He was tired, all day his body continues to be blown by the wind because it does not stop traveling. Not to mention her buttocks, Yinzhen felt that the flesh that protected the bones as she sat was already tepos as most were sitting today. The man closed his eyes, intending while thinking of a script for his boss but drowsiness first drowned him.

The next morning, in a spacious room with shining lights illuminated the room. An elongated table was ready, in front of him were many neatly lined chairs. Once the room felt ready for people to accommodate, Yinzhen told her subordinates to let the media crew cover the press conference today. He glanced at his watch, another half hour was about to start. The boss is not yet visible. He thought, will Zhao Yi and Yasmin be able to digest the ideas in the script? Hopefully, he can, he is sure. Both are very intelligent to digest their ideas in a script.

Right after his eyes moved from the watch, his gawai rang. The one he was looking for in his presence asked for his call to answer.

"When are the preparations there?"

"When are you ready, ladies and gentlemen, when will you come?"

"No idea when it's coming, Yasmin dressed up for a long time. Still haven't come down from the room. A, you just continue the preparations there." As usual, Zhao Yi turned off the long-distance call unilaterally. Yinzhen refocused herself around the room, noticing if anything was missed. But when looking at the media crew, Yinzhen saw Merry. Right next to the man in black was carrying a lens. Merry himself still looks like usual, only in the tangnnnnnnya there is a note and a bullpen.

As Merry swept a glance at all corners of the room, he was amazed but after seeing Yinzhen's stature made him nervous. His obvious cross-behavior embarrassed him. Let alone to face, to look even he did not dare.

Another thing with Yinzhen, the man slightly cursed her. Why meet this woman again. The woman who was briefly present in her dream last night. The dream he had now made a script to be narrated by Zhao Yi and his Wife. Perhaps because of the conversation in front of the airport with Merry, Yinzhen brought the woman into a dream.

In the dream, Merry came to him with a face of shame and regret for having too many negative thoughts. Because Merry came to the address he gave, Yinzhen would not give Merry a job. After that time went so fast and Yinzhen put feelings on Merry because she often met. Sentence does not like Merry, it feels very unfortunate too soon out of oral. Yinzhen regrets and intends to shackle Merry with her love. However, as flat objects rang on the table, his dream was interrupted. Her superior had already charged for the script, as she did not yet have any idea of finally Yinzhen using her dream.

Stuck in the Zhao residence, the only heir to the family fortune was still waiting for his wife in the middle room where the family usually gathers. In his hands was a magazine, many portraits of distinguished people and top artists were on display. When the sound of the footclap struck, Zhao Yi's eyes turned to look. His wife looks elegant with a typical Indonesian batik style. Plus the combination of the veil model that Yasmin wore, added to the impression of the elegance of the young Lady Zhao.

"Unexpectedly, Master Zhao has a good taste for batik!" Praise Yasmin, Zhao replied with a smile. Throwing the magazine to the table, approaching his wife.

"Good too!" Praise Zhao Yi for turning to his wife.

"Thank you to Mr. Zhao for buying me so many clothes like this. Indirectly made me preserve the culture of my country."

"Then, how are you going to repay my kindness?" He asked while touching his wife's waist, not forgetting to grin mischievously.

"Ni juede na?" His whisper was soft in Yasmin's ear. Yasmin held back amusedly, while slowly pushing Zhao Yi to shun her body.

"It seems like today we don't need to go to the conference building, we just go to the hospital, how?!" Yasmin said as she glanced down there, still holding back the amused. Zhao Yi sneered a few times then grabbed Yasmin's hand. Pulling his wife into the car to drive somewhere.

In the building where Zhao Yi was going to conduct the conference, the time the event started had been missed. Yinzhen looked riled up because the boss had not yet seen the nose. He checked the watch again, though he knew it wouldn't make time stop for a minute.

"Mr Fu, is Young Master Zhao up to date?" Asked a man who would accompany Zhao Yi later at the front desk there.

"Hi meiyou." Not yet, Yinzhen said. The two men were both worried faces. Especially when the media crew began to fuss themselves, wondering because the time of the event has arrived but there are no signs yet of it starting.

In the corridor of the room, Zhao Yi walked hurriedly side by side with Yasmin. Not to forget behind the two there was a man in thick glasses, the secretary. The three entered the room that sounded boisterous, whispers were carried away by the rumors circulating as well as mocking Zhao Yi at a glance sounded.

As Zhao Yi and Yasmin sat down, everyone fell silent. Yinzhen approached the boss and his relative, standing behind him next to the secretary. The man who had asked Yinzhen started the conference, there were a few sentences that came out before Zhao Yi's turn to chimed in.

"Yasmin is just a village girl that I met quite often when I went somewhere there. At first I was only interested in her appearance, but after chatting with her I was also interested in her personality. I was just trying to date, but does everyone know what he told me?" Zhao Yi's face asked, the media members fell silent. Waiting for the next sentence from the director of Huanzzhao Group.

"He said he wasn't interested in spending time with a man who didn't have a clear commitment. That's how he treats every man who declares love. And there are a few more that make me sure to make her the young Mistress Zhao." The director of the Huangzhao group clasped Yasmin's hand and showed it to the public. Some of the women there seemed to be getting carried away.

"This hand, cannot be carelessly touched by men. Even she covered her beautiful body, men other than her husband would not be able to see her. From this I realized, I would definitely be very lucky if I were her man. So I decided to marry her. Being the only man who can see her beauty." Everyone in the room was quite stunned by Zhao Yi's statement. Especially Yinzhen, he also thought a little because the script he sent was different from what his boss said.

"I must have surprised you with this news. Moreover, scattered photos married my wife secretly, and caught the camera plunging into an empty area. That's because my wife wanted us to have a simple wedding there. And for the company, I also intend to build a business. However, that does not mean I will forget my obligations as a citizen and entrepreneur in this country. I'll even introduce our culture there." Barren Zhao Yi, the next few sentences were continued by the man next to him. Finished speaking, the director of Huangzhao looked at his wife. Slightly smiling while tightening the hands. Yasmin had been arguing because of her husband's words just now. Like something was in his heart.

After finishing from the conference, the two quickly returned to the Zhao residence. Not to forget Fu Yinzhen came along, next to him was also the secretary who was driving.

"I thought we were going to the hospital!" Ceplos Yasmin, his neutrals looking at the towering building from the windshield of the car.

"Why? You want it so much? How about we try it first, it's business later! I don't feel good about you for waiting too long." Yasmin hissed annoyed at the babbling of her husband. The secretary was only able to hear while confused and clueless, while Yinzhen occasionally smiled.

"What are you smiling at, Yinzhen!" Tegur the Huangzhao Group's. Yinzhen shook her head, Zhao Yi looked at her nanar.

"You don't think you can get away with it because I'm not talking about your recent performance getting more and more incompetent, huh!"

"Mr Zhao, what mistake have I made?"

"You forgot about it? First affairs in Indonesia, remember until now still delayed. Second, what script did you give me last night? It's so boring." Her granddaughter, Yinzhen, was once again silent. Flattening the lips, twisting the eyes with a puff. Want it to feel reciprocated, just think for yourself if you feel your own results are better than the results of your work. However, considering Zhao Yi had also arranged a lot of things made him understand if his boss had a tongue like just now. Yinzhen simply considers it a mere mood change.

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