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Chapter 1 - Lifelong by mistake

"Silently, why didn't you come for an interview? You were pulled into President Rong's blacklist! "You're in trouble, you're in trouble!"

Just as Qiao Mo picked up the phone, her good friend Luo Luo shouted at him.

She swallowed her saliva and carefully looked at the quiet and noble man sitting beside her. She pursed her lips and whispered with a frown, "I'm in the hospital … I was hit this morning... "I …"

"What!?" How are you right now! Was the injury serious? Did the perpetrator escape?! "How dare you slam into me silently …"

Qiao Mo immediately covered her phone's microphone with her hands, afraid that the overly handsome man beside her would hear her.

He could only lower his voice even more and quickly told the phone, "I crashed my leg and got a cast, but I'm fine. I'm hanging up now!"

"Ai ai ai!" "Explain yourself..."

Qiao Mo decisively grabbed the phone.

At this time, the man faintly spoke, "I will bear all of the medical fees, nutrition fees, mental compensation fees and so on. Also, if Miss Qiao has any other requests, he can ask my assistant. "

Actually, Qiao Mo was in the wrong in this car accident. She rushed to the interview and made it through the red and green lights, to be honest, this mister couldn't really be considered to be the culprit.

She laughed dryly, then said politely: "Mr. Xiao, you are too polite. Actually, I am also at fault for this matter …"

"Missed the interview?"

The man didn't have the slightest intention of listening to her blabbering nonsense. He straightforwardly asked.

Qiao Mo blinked her eyes, so it turned out that he had heard it earlier, their hearing abilities were truly sharp.

"It's okay, it's just an intern interview. It's not important."

Xiao Yan squinted his eyes, staring at her wet eyes, which lasted for a good three seconds, causing her back to go cold. He unconsciously moved his butt, and retreated a little.

The man glanced to the side and spoke to the assistant beside him: "Show the contract to Miss Qiao."

Qiao Mo was startled, Contract? What contract?

The man held out a white contract to Qiao Mo with clear and clean fingers.

Qiao Mo opened her small mouth and stopped for a moment, "... Mr. Xiao, I can look for a new job myself. "

"I don't do charity."

"... "Huh?"

The man lowered his voice, his long and narrow eyes narrowing. He sealed her little face: "This can't be considered as a job, but I hope that Miss Qiao can earnestly complete it as a job."

Qiao Mo frowned, her white fingers held the contract tightly, as she suspiciously flipped through it. On the first page of the contract, it was clearly written.

Party A: Xiao Yan.

Party B: Qiao Mo.

Content: Both parties have reached a relationship of husband and wife for a period of two years.

Qiao Mo was stunned, her small mouth drooped, she was stunned, but she did not continue looking at the agreement, and closed the agreement before returning it to Xiao Yan.

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

How could marriage be so rash? How could someone who met for the first time get married? What kind of international joke was this?

The man's slender legs crossed gracefully, his beautiful chin was raised as he spoke word by word in a calm manner, "Qiao Mo, a senior in Haicheng University, has a father who suffers from heart disease and requires a high medical fee. As far as I know …"

The man's eyes carried a faint trace of a smile. With an innocent and elegant smile, he said, "Your family isn't rich."

Qiao Mo's family background, seemed to be left in broad daylight. She embarrassedly blushed, bit her lips, and stubbornly asked. "So what? What does my poverty have to do with Mr. Xiao? "

How could he have met such an unreasonable person?

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

Just as Qiao Mo wanted to reject her request, Xiao Yan had already gotten up. The tip of his shiny shoes moved inch by inch as he turned his body upside down, his slender arms supporting her on both sides of her body, forming a small circle around her.

The cold and pleasant scent of a man was instantly inundated from the tip of his nose.

The man's exquisite facial features revealed a playful smile. He placed his finger on her small chin and slightly raised his head, "How many days did you follow me for? Hm? What a coincidence to cross the road in front of me, and get hit by me so coincidentally? My chauffeur, there is no problem with his driving skills. "

Qiao Mo: "..."