On an ordinary afternoon in the winter, An Xiaoxiao sat at the window seat in the Home Café, looking at the dead branches outside the window to soothe his anxiety.

She is waiting for someone, to be more precise, a fiancé she has never met.

When her mother had advanced cancer, she was asked to honor her grandfather's marriage contract. Taking into account her mother's condition, she had to obey.

"Ding Ding..." As the doorbell rang, a man in a wheelchair looked towards her.

Face to face, An Xiaoxiao is an agitator, and the man's eyes are fierce as if the eagle's wings are spread, with the emperor-like noble domineering, let her instantly believe that he is the person he is waiting for.

Jiang Family Er Shaojiang Makino, a man living in the legend of Jinghai business.

At the age of 28, he took over the Jiang's Group. In just three years, Jiang returned to the top. His thundering means and fierce style are well-known in Jinghai.

Sure enough, the man's wheelchair came slowly towards her, and An Xiaoxiao got up.

The men and women in the indigo suit are well-organized, elegantly ironed, and the noble glory that cannot be covered even in a wheelchair. Every move makes people feel unattainable.

Soon the man came near, "Hello, this is Jiang Muye."

Simply his voice is very nice, deep and powerful, with clear words, like a smooth piano song.

An Xiaoxiao smiled, "Hello, I am An Xiaoxiao."

Jiang Muye nodded, "Sit down."

An Xiaoxiao sat down by words. From a near perspective, Jiang Muye's facial features were resolute, sharp and angular, sword eyebrows, high nose bridge, and a slight smile on the thin lips that was slightly raised was indifferent.

In Jiang Muye's view, the woman in front of him undoubtedly satisfied him.

The ink-colored long hair hangs in the ear, the eyes are bright and bright, the facial features are small and neat, and they look gentle like a cat.

This is very good, he will not have to bother with her in the future.

"If I marry you, the money my mother needs for treatment..."

An Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, and she laid down the inequality that existed between the two at the beginning when she asked for something. If she had to break it, she really didn't want to mention it.

"You don't need to worry about the cost." Jiang Muye simply said, the expression on his face was not surprised.

"Ok."

An Xiaoxiao rested her mind and took out the account book from her carry-on bag, "My account book is brought, so go and register."

Wen Yan Jiang Muye's heart rose slightly, he looked at An Xiaoxiao faintly, "Wedding..."

"We don't need a wedding!" An Xiaoxiao grabbed the white, "It also doesn't need to preach."

Jiang Muye's eyebrows flicked gently, and his long fingers tapped on the table, "What do you want?"

"I don't need anything, just register as soon as possible and get the certificate, um, preferably now."

Mother's condition is already very serious. The attending physician said very clearly that she might be able to give up at any time. She could wait, but her mother couldn't wait.

Jiang Muye looked at her seriously for a moment, "Can you think about it?"

An Xiaoxiao nodded, "Naturally, how can a marriage matter be a play."

Jiang Muye seemed to be satisfied with her answer. Her lips were ticked, "There is a saying that I am at the forefront. In my Jiang Muye marriage, only the widow did not divorce."

An Xiaoxiao was stunned. She really didn't think about it. She just wanted to get a marriage certificate today to let her mother feel at ease.

But Jiang Muye is right. His status may have a chain reaction once divorce, such as stocks plummeting or something.

"Yes!" An Xiaoxiao Zheng focused on his head.