Forced marriage contract: Divorce dear

Chapter 710 Extra Volume: The Story of Master Mo’s (6)

Monday morning, especially the traffic jam.

Fortunately, Xia Mo'er was riding a bicycle, so she could still squeeze in while racing.

Squeezing all the way down, she was tired and hot.

Finally, she was about to arrive at the company, so she took out the worn-out mobile phone in her pocket and looked at it.

Well, the time is just right, if you ride faster, you can still have breakfast after finishing your work card.

In any case, she must not be late.

Today is her first day of internship at Mo's.

This is very important to her.

She stepped up her strength, trying to ride to the finish line in one go.

Seeing that the company is getting closer and closer to her. . .

Suddenly, a black Bentley drove out from another road. . .

"Chi..."

Under the sudden brake, the wheels rubbed against the ground and made a sharp sound.

Only one centimeter. . .

Just hit her.

Xia Mo'er was so frightened that she fell from the car. . .

The bicycle also "bang" and fell to the ground.

The heartbeat is like the beating of a drum. . .

She widened her eyes, looking at the big Benz that almost killed her. . .

With a "click", the door of the front seat was opened. . .

A man in a black suit came down.

About 40 years old, looks a little handsome, looks mature and stable.

The man walked up to her, looked down at her, and asked softly, "Miss, are you okay?"

Xia Mo'er shook her head blankly, she hadn't recovered from the shock just now.

The man in black looked at her again, then turned around. . .

There seemed to be someone else in the car. . .

The man in black walked to the door of the car and stopped, bowed his head, and said something with a very respectful expression.

After a while, the man in black came back again.

Pulling open the black suit, he took out a black leather bag from inside.

Then, under Xia Mo'er's suspicious eyes, she pulled out a stack of red banknotes.

"Miss, this is your mental damage fee..."

Regardless of whether Xia Mo'er would accept it or not, he stuffed the money into her hand and said with a smile, "Miss, please let me go, our president is in a hurry..."

Xia Mo'er looked at the red note in her hand. . .

Haven't counted it yet, but it seems like a lot. . .

Subconsciously, she wanted to throw the money in her hand onto the smiling face of the man in black. . .

mental damages. . .

This is obviously ironic that she deliberately wanted to bump into it. . .

The hand just moved. . .

(End of this chapter)