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

Chapter 9

His eyes fell on the black velvet floor-to-ceiling curtains, and he thought to himself, there are still people who like this kind of black curtains.

It can be seen how unhappy Mr. Xiao is in his heart.

Holding on to the crutches, she limped to the edge of the curtain, stretched out her hand with a "crash", and opened the curtain, and the sunlight outside poured in. She opened her arms, enjoying the sunshine and sea breeze very much.

It's so comfortable.

"Who allowed you to mess with things at home?"

A cold and indifferent voice suddenly sounded behind him. Jomo turned around in fright, and saw the man's fiercely handsome face, and...his bare, naked upper body.

There was water on the white and well-defined chest, obviously, just after taking a shower.

And his lower body was only covered with a white bath towel.

Qiao Mo stood there dumbfounded, "I, I just think it's stuffy here, and I want to open the curtains to get some air..."

After speaking, her little face turned red with disappointment.

The man's beautiful eyelids moved slightly, and he glanced at the curtains, and the corners of his lips were deeply pursed, "In the future, without my permission, don't move things in the house."

After all, he turned indifferently and was about to walk back to the room.

Turning around again, he reminded coldly: "I like well-behaved and obedient women. I married you because I thought you were obedient enough."

A woman who can spend money is the most trouble-free.

Qiao Mo is that type, a mere 1 yuan in medical expenses can make her compromise on anything.

Qiao Mo lowered his face sullenly, and let out an "oh".

In the private villa, there are only Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo here.

Xiao Yan spent the whole afternoon dealing with business in the study.

Jomo nestled on the sofa in the living room and called Luo Luo.

After Luo Luo learned that Qiao Mo and Xiao Yan were married, he was shocked and yelled on the phone. Qiao Mo covered the receiver and almost deafened his ears.

"Don't get excited..."

"Can I not be excited? My God, Momo, I didn't expect you to be such a blockbuster. Once you marry, you will be the richest and most handsome man in Haicheng! Do you think I can't be excited?"

Jomo: "...Are you blessing me?"

"But that Xiao Yan seems to be uncertain. You really married him for 1 yuan?"

Qiao Mo bit her lip. In fact, she didn't know why she signed it so quickly.

Now that I think about it, indeed...

"Well, I'm a little regretful. This person really has a weird temper. That face is cold, and the curtains at home are drawn tightly."

"Why, regret marrying me?"

Qiao Mo's little hand holding the phone trembled violently, almost throwing the phone out.

She opened her lips, looked up at him with a small face in shock, she didn't even know how to smile, she just swallowed her saliva, and said a few words dryly in her throat: "...Xiao, Mr. Xiao."

Luo Luo on the other end was still talking, and the voice came out from the microphone of the mobile phone: "Momo, I heard that Xiao Yan stayed up all night with a combat index as high as [-], hehe, you are his wife now, help me Let’s try it? I don’t think it’s fake if you don’t fall all night, right?”

The corners of Qiao Mo's eyes twitched, and he glanced at Xiao Yan with numbness.

The man's handsome face turned green.

"Mr. Xiao? Are you addicted?"

The man's body approached, exuding a fierce aura that should not be underestimated.

Because of the approach of the man, his back subconsciously moved back, one leg was unsteady, and he fell straight back.

"what--"

The man's strong arms precisely captured her waist and held her tightly.

Jomo's whole weight is in his arms.

The smile on the corner of his lips was very faint, but extremely cold, and he squinted at her: "Do you want to try what your friend said about staying up all night?"

Qiao Mo blushed like a shrimp, and stared at him blankly: "..."

Luo Luo's big mouth made her miserable!

And the phone is still on the phone...

"Momo, what's your name? Could it be..."

Qiao Mo's heart froze, and he quickly pressed the phone that was talking in his hand.

Xiao Yan was looking at her with burning eyes, his eyes met, and there were smiles with deep meaning in his eyes.

Qiao Mo grabbed his wrist with his small hand, and said in a difficult way, "Mr. Xiao, let me get up."

"Like calling me that?"

His breath, hot on her ear.

(End of this chapter)