Bei Wanxing went to get the paper and pen. She walked back to the restaurant and handed Mo Yaochen a copy, "You write too, the conditions you want."

Mo Yaochen glanced at him disdainfully, "I don't write such things!"

"Then I'll finish writing it for you."

After Bei Wanxing said that, she pulled open the chair and sat down. She buried her head, and wrote on A4 paper with serious expression.

...

Five minutes later.

Mo Yaochen reached out and pulled his collar, glanced at her inadvertently. Bei Wanxing blocked his arm, and he could not see what she was writing at all.

"Bao Zaoyue, hurry up!"

"immediately!"

...

Ten minutes later.

Mo Yaochen drank all the juice in the glass, and his index finger knocked on the marble table, trying to attract her attention, but Bei Wanxing was still lowering his head and writing.

Mo Yaochen coughed hard, and Bei Wanxing raised his head, but before he could speak, she bit the pen and asked, "How do you write the word "Baozhan"?"

"..." Mo Yaochen glared at her angrily, "I don't know! If you can't write, don't write!"

...

Twenty minutes later.

Mo Yaochen was waiting for nothing but wanted to lift the table. His originally glanced at her, "Bao Zaoyue, how much do you want to write? Are you going to publish a contract?!"

"It's going to be done soon!"

"You've been running for an hour! It's getting dark!"

“…”

Bei Wanxing was still thinking and revising. Mo Yaochen couldn't wait and wanted to see what she had written. He stretched out his long arm and snatched the paper in her hand.

Bei Wanxing hurriedly went to grab it, "I haven't finished writing it yet!"

"No writing is allowed! That's it!"

Mo Yaochen took the A4 paper in front of him and saw a messy piece, and he couldn't understand it at all. "Bao Zaoyue, what Egyptian alien text are you writing?!"

"I just wrote a mess!"

Bei Wanxing stood up and snatched the paper back. She smoothed the paper, then stroked a few more strokes before saying, "I'll read it to you?"

"Can you understand if you don't think of it?!"

“…”

Bei Wanxing did find that she was writing too messy. She looked carefully and said, "One, both parties will not interfere with each other's private life..."

"What is private life?" Mo Yaochen slapped the table with a palm, "You have a wild boyfriend outside?"

"No!" Bei Wanxing was so shocked that his cup almost overturned, "I mean the private lives of both parties, such as some very private things..."

"Who would want to know about your privacy?! I'm not interested!"

“…”

Then what did he do when he slammed the table?!

Bei Wanxing continued to recite, "Second, no physical relationship between the other party is required."

"..." Mo Yaochen's eyes hopped and he raised his eyes suddenly, "What does this one mean?!"

"Literally, it means that relationship... We are fake boyfriends and girlfriends anyway, so there is no need," Bei Wanxing looked at him, "Do you have any other opinions on this?"

"...Of course not!" Mo Yaochen coughed, and he turned his face away, "What do you think I would want to have a relationship with you?! Short and fat!"

“…”

Where is she short and fat?!

Bei Wanxing took a deep breath and continued, "The third time, the contract is three months, and it will be calculated from today."

Mo Yaochen nodded without objection.

He waited to listen, but Bei Wanxing put down the paper, "I'm done, just these three o'clock."

"You have written for so long at three o'clock?" Mo Yaochen glanced at her, and he sat upright, "Add two more o'clock."

"you say."
Chapter completed!