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

Chapter 17 Are you afraid of me?

Qiao Mo stretched out his hand, wrapped around Luo Luo's neck, and covered her mouth, "Big mouth!"

They are a hidden marriage, according to the regulations, she can't reveal their relationship, besides, Qiao Mo really doesn't want to cause unnecessary troubles at school because of Xiao Yan.

"You say I'm sick?"

Suddenly there was a clear and deep male voice from behind.

Jomo turned his head and was shocked, his face was pale, his mouth was open, and he couldn't say anything.

Luo Luopa pulled her hand away, and leaned into her ear: "You are miserable, your husband will lead the career class of our class this semester."

Qiao Mo panicked, his face wrinkled into a little bun, and quickly explained: "No, no, Professor Xiao, I didn't mean that!"

"Professor Xiao? Is that what you call me?"

The toe of the man's leather shoe took a step forward and touched her toe, approaching like a dormant beast.

Jomo: "..."

Is the Xiao family so difficult to deal with?

The man snorted coldly, his black eyes were dangerous, flickering with light, and he said coldly: "Come with me to the office."

Qiao Mo's scalp went numb, and he quickly chased after him in order to pass at the end of the semester.

"Professor Xiao!"

But the man has a big stride and has the advantage of having too long legs.

Qiao Mo trotted to catch up, and begged him with his small face up: "Professor Xiao, I really didn't mean it. You judged me in front of so many classmates and said it without mercy. I'm a little angry. But I don't mean that!"

The man paused, "Professor Xiao? That's what you call me at home?"

Qiao Mo tied his tongue: "Xiao, Mr. Xiao..."

The sound became smaller and smaller.

Xiao Yan glared at her, and strode straight to the office.

Jomo patted the messy bangs on his forehead, and followed him in a state of confusion.

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In the office, Xiao Yan handed her the schedule: "Tidy up."

Qiao Mo stared at the timetable in his hand, pouted: "Why should I tidy up? I'm not your assistant..."

"Class representative, helping the teacher organize the class schedule, isn't it too much?"

Jomo stared wide-eyed, pointing at himself: "I, am I the class representative?"

"Yes, the... class, representative, table of career class."

The man bit the words "class representative" word by word.

Jomo appointed him to sit on a small chair beside him and organize his timetable, muttering and complaining.

"If you have an opinion on me, just kick it out, and slander will only cause internal injuries."

Qiao Mo tilted his head and stared at him with watery eyes: "Then let me tell you, do you want to change it?"

——Too authoritarian, too domineering.

Xiao Yan turned his eyes lightly, with a faint smile on his lips, "No. So you don't have to wrong yourself."

He looked like "I won't change it anyway, don't blame me if you don't say you have internal injuries", he really deserves a beating.

Outside the door, there was a lot of noise.

A girl was pushed in by the other girls. Qiao Mo thought that this girl was Wang Hao, the class flower of their class.

With a shy face, she twisted Nini and said to Xiao Yan: "Xiao, Professor Xiao, I want to be your class representative."

Qiao Mo let out a "puchi" and couldn't help laughing, Xiao Yan glanced over coldly, Qiao Mo covered his mouth, "I'm sorry."

Xiao Yan frowned, and said expressionlessly: "Someone has already fought for the class representative, you are late."

Qiao Mo's face froze. What he said meant that she was flattering her to be the class representative. Looking at Wang Hao's face, Qiao Mo knew that she was in trouble. Xiao Yan obviously wanted her to be the public enemy of the girls in the class. Bar?
After tidying up the timetable, Qiao Mo walked over and put the timetable in his hand. He put his hands behind his back like a primary school student, and muttered in his small mouth: "I won't go back to live tonight. I haven't moved back from my dormitory, so I can't live for nothing."

This was the first time Xiao Yan met someone who could not live in a big villa and would rather squeeze into a small student dormitory.

"Are you afraid of me?"

The man stood up suddenly and pushed her against the bookcase behind him. Jomo put his small hands on his side, staring at him defensively, "No, no..."

He leaned closer to her small face, "Is that afraid of Ms. Xiao?"

Qiao Mo blinked, bit his little mouth: "It's a bit..."

In fact, she was afraid of both.

"She won't eat you."

The man's eyes were burning, and he looked down at her.

"But I will."

His voice was hoarse and sexy, full of bewitchment.

Jomo: "..."

Can she say that she is also afraid of him?
(End of this chapter)