The marriage battle is endless, the boss is getting more and more brave!

Chapter 1
"Mo Mo, why didn't you come for the interview? You were blacklisted by Mr. Rong! You are miserable!"

As soon as Qiao Mo answered the phone, he was yelled at by his friend Luo Luo.

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, carefully glanced at the noble and silent man sitting beside her, pursed her lips, frowned and said in a low voice: "I'm in the hospital... I was hit by someone this morning... I……"

"What! How are you doing now? Are you seriously injured? Has the perpetrator escaped! How dare you hit me silently..."

Qiao Mo quickly covered the phone's microphone with his small hand, for fear that the overly handsome man next to him would overhear him.

I had no choice but to lower my voice even more, and said to the phone very fast: "I bumped my leg and got a cast, but I'm fine, so I'll hang up first!"

"Hey! Say it clearly..."

Jomo decisively cut off the phone.

At this time, the man quietly said: "I will bear all the medical expenses, nutritional expenses, spiritual compensation, etc. In addition, if Ms. Qiao has other requirements, you can ask my assistant."

After all, this car accident was actually Qiao Mo's fault. She rushed to the interview and ran through a traffic light. Speaking of which, this gentleman is really not the perpetrator.

She smiled dryly, and said politely: "Mr. Xiao, you are too polite. In fact, I was also at fault for this matter..."

"Missed the interview opportunity?"

The man didn't intend to listen to her nonsense at all, and asked directly.

Qiao Mo blinked, it turned out that he heard it just now, his ears are really sharp.

"It's okay, it's just an interview for an internship, it doesn't matter."

Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes, staring at her watery eyes for a full three seconds, staring at her almost frightened her back, moved her hips unconsciously, and stepped back a little.

The man looked sideways slightly, and said lightly to the assistant beside him, "Show Miss Qiao the contract."

Jomo was taken aback, contract?What contract?
The man held a white contract between his knuckles and clean fingers, and handed it to Qiao Mo.

Qiao Mo opened his mouth and paused, "... Mr. Xiao, I can find a job again myself."

"I don't do charity."

"……what?"

The man said in a low voice, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and locked her small face: "This is not a job, but I hope Miss Qiao can take it seriously and complete it."

Qiao Mo frowned, pinched the contract with his pale fingers, and flipped through it suspiciously. The first page of the contract clearly stated——

Party A: Xiao Yan.

Party B: Joe Mo.

Item content: Party A and Party B have reached a two-year husband and wife relationship.

Qiao Mo was stunned, she pursed her mouth, and was stunned for a while. She didn't continue to read the following treaty. She closed it with a snap and returned it to Xiao Yan.

"Mr. Xiao, sorry, I can't agree."

How can marriage be so hasty?How can people who meet for the first time get married?What international joke?
The man's slender legs gracefully overlapped, his handsome chin was raised arrogantly, and he said quietly: "Jomo, a senior student at Haicheng University, has a father who suffers from heart disease and needs high medical expenses. According to me, know..."

There was a faint smile in the man's eyes, his face was harmless, and his smile was elegant, "Your family is not rich."

Qiao Mo's family property seemed to be placed in broad daylight. She blushed with embarrassment, bit her mouth and asked stubbornly: "So what? What does my poverty have to do with Mr. Xiao?"

How could you meet such an unreasonable person?

"I will be responsible for breaking your leg. So, you have only one choice now, marry me and become Mrs. Xiao."

Just as Qiao Mo was about to refuse, Xiao Yan had already got up, and the toes of his shiny leather shoes approached inch by inch. His body fell down, and his slender arms rested on her sides, forming a small circle, enclosing her in his arms. inside.

The man's clear and pleasant breath poured in from the tip of his nose.

The man's exquisite eyebrows and eyes, deep playful smile, his finger landed on her small chin, and slightly raised it: "How many days have you been with me? Huh? Such a coincidence to cross the road in front of me, such a coincidence to be hit by me? My driver, there is no problem with his driving skills."

Jomo: "..."

(End of this chapter)