Even the inconspicuous details, Su Mo would respond perfectly.

This made Chen Mengyao very satisfied.

I got the appraisal report and it was Wang Qiao’s child.

Chen Mengyao shook, and her eyes turned condescending to Su Mo: "You are very good, I will transfer you to me from now on."

Su Mo rolled his eyes and threw a stack of documents in front of her: "Our boss said that if the child is Wang Qiao's, please sign these documents."

Chen Mengyao was confused and took the document and browsed it carefully.

The more you look, the ugly your complexion becomes.

"What does this mean?"

Chen Mengyao asked sternly, "Children, are all about children?"

The document details the configuration of each age group from one to eighteen.

For example, the few nannies, what brand of milk powder are used, the grade of kindergarten, etc.... As long as you can think of, this document has been listed.

Su Mo said lightly: "Miss Chen, this is for the child in your belly.

Don’t you want your children to thrive?”

"But, where are me?"

Chen Mengyao widened her eyes, "How should Wang Hui arrange for me?"

"The last document."

Su Mo said.

Chen Mengyao immediately turned to the last one.

"A monthly pocket money of 50,000 yuan...but if the housekeeper has to approve it if it exceeds 50 yuan?"

“Villa, in the name of the child?

Do you have to pay the property fee yourself?

Hire someone to clean yourself?"

"The car is also in the name of the child?"

"The child is eighteen years old and will give me five million at a time!"

Chen Mengyao became popular: "This is just perfunctory!"

Su Mo held a small file and gently squashed his nails.

Upon hearing this, she smiled: "Ms. Chen, sugarcane is not as sweet as both ends. Everything about you is based on your child. If you agree, wouldn't you last for eighteen years?"

"Bastard, Wang Hui! I won't agree!"

"You don't agree...look at this."

Su Mo threw a piece of paper lightly in front of Chen Mengyao.

“Manic psychosis?

I?"

Chen Mengyao was stunned.

Then she tore the diagnosis hard.

Su Mo's eyelids drooped: "It's just a piece of paper, our boss can have as much as he wants.

The road has been given to you, either sign and be your canary well. When your child is eighteen years old, your money will be a penny.

Or you can go to a mental hospital for the second half of your life!”

Following this sentence, two men with big arms and round waists looked at her with a cold expression.

It seems that she will be controlled at any time.

"Wang Hui is threatening me?"

"Are you only allowed to threaten my boss?"
Chapter completed!