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

Chapter 11 Labor Reimbursement
"If you tell a lie, you need to use countless lies to cover it up, and the consequences will only get worse and worse."

He raised his narrow eyes and looked down at her arrogantly.

Jomo bit his lip.

"The communication tools in the villa are all paid for use."

Jomo: "..."

She just didn't have any call charges on her mobile phone, so she borrowed the phone to make a few minutes!

This stingy man!

The man said again in a deep voice: "But you can pay it back with your own efforts."

"……doing what?"

Jomo asked subconsciously.

Xiao Yan pointed to the kitchen with his haughty chin, "I will leave the cooking to you in the future."

Qiao Mo actually didn't understand, why didn't he hire an aunt or something when he was so rich and had such a big villa?

Usually in rich families, shouldn't there be many servants?

Xiao Yan seemed to have seen through her little thoughts, staring at her arrogantly, "I don't like strangers walking around at home."

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It was really not easy for Jomo to work in the kitchen with a limp.

After cooking three dishes and one soup for one meal, Xiao Yan's behavior was simply abusive, and his behavior towards the disabled caused everyone to be outraged.

But after thinking about it, why should she cook him a meal just because of a few cents?

Qiao Mo farted and sat on the dining chair, staring at Xiao Yan who was eating elegantly opposite him, only feeling bitter.

Xiao Yan's first chopsticks picked up shredded cabbage, and when he put it in his mouth, Qiao Mo stared at him with wide eyes.

What I got in return was the man's unceremonious comment: "Hand-shredded cabbage, too much soy sauce and sugar, are you sure you didn't make molasses cabbage?"

Qiao Mo felt angry in his chest: "I have limited mobility, and I even made you three dishes and one soup. You are too ignorant of good and evil!"

Jomo has always had a good temper and never quarreled with anyone.

But this time, I really couldn't bear it.

Xiao Yan put down his chopsticks, with a calm face: "What you eat, what you use, including what you will live in the future, will all be under my name. So do you think I am asking too much for a meal?"

"...I didn't ask to eat yours, use yours, live yours!"

"Mrs. Xiao will enjoy all the rights. However, I hope that you will not lose any of the obligations that Mrs. Xiao should fulfill."

In the evening, Joe Mo recharged the phone bill with Alipay and called Luo Luo.

Luo Luo also teased her that she has become a wealthy wife, and now she must be served by food and clothes.

Qiao Mo took a look at the situation she was in. She cooks the rice and washes the dishes...

Is this a rich man, or a servant?
It's just that the big bed she's lying on now is really comfortable, and when she closes her eyes, she can be soft enough to fall asleep.

She threw away her mobile phone, wrapped herself in the quilt and rolled on the bed, her thoughts gradually lost.

A cold male voice came down from the top of his head: "I almost forgot, tonight is our wedding night."

No wonder, this woman came uninvited and lay on his bed.

Qiao Mo's drowsiness was blown away at once, and when he widened his eyes, he saw that Xiao Yan had already reached out to untie the tie around his neck.

She got up quickly, stood unsteadily on the floor, grabbed the hem of the skirt with her two small hands and explained nervously: "No, no, I entered a random room, I didn't know this, this is yours..."

Xiao Yan tore off the tie and threw it on the big bed. Her long legs approached her. She was forced to step back and sat on the edge of the bed again. Her small body was held and fixed by his two slender arms. in the arms.

"I thought you couldn't bear the loneliness, so you climbed into my bed impatiently."

The man's breath sprayed hotly on her small face, which was very hot.

Qiao Mo's body retreated subconsciously, and there was no way to retreat. She pressed her small hand against his chest, "Xiao, Mr. Xiao... I'm not ready yet!"

Didn't he say that he only needs a nominal wife?

What's the situation now?
The man laughed mockingly, "I thought that when you agreed to marry me, you should have thought about what would happen on your wedding night."

"Mr. Xiao, didn't you say that you only want a nominal wife?"

The man's upper body sank, supporting her sides, staring at her with narrow eyes: "Well...in Xiaoyan, shouldn't it be a full-on drama, is it real?"

Qiao Mo's face was blushing, he hesitated for a long time, blinked his eyes and said: "I, I don't read that kind of unnutritious romance novels!"

Xiao Yan sneered, a big palm suddenly landed on her waist.

(End of this chapter)