C17

You're afraid of me?

Qiao Mo reached out her hands, went around Luo Luo's neck and covered her mouth, and said with his big mouth!

According to the rules, she could not leak out their relationship. Moreover, Qiao Mo really did not want to cause any unnecessary trouble at school because of Xiao Yan.

"You said I'm sick?"

Suddenly, a cold and deep male voice came from behind.

Qiao Mo turned her head and was shocked. Her little face was pale and her mouth was agape, but she could not say anything.

Luo Luo pulled her hand away and whispered into her ear, "You're in trouble, your husband will be teaching our class this semester."

Qiao Mo panicked. Her small face wrinkled into a little bun as she quickly explained: "No, no, Professor Xiao, I didn't mean it that way!"

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

The tip of the man's leather shoes moved forward a step, pressing against her toes like a dormant beast, approaching her.

Qiao Mo: "..."

Were the Xiao family so hard to deal with?

The man snorted coldly. With a dangerous glint in his black eyes, he said coldly, "Follow me to the office."

Qiao Mo's scalp went numb. In order to pass at the end of the semester, she chased after her with quick steps.

"Professor Xiao!"

However, a man had the advantage of walking with big steps and long legs.

Qiao Mo ran off and barely caught up with him, as she begged him with her little face: "Professor Xiao, I really didn't do it on purpose. You evaluated me in front of so many students and said you didn't show any mercy at all.

The man stopped walking, "Professor Xiao? "Is that what you call me at home?"

Qiao Mo's tongue stuttered, "Xiao, Mr. Xiao..."

The sound grew smaller and smaller.

Xiao Yan glared at her and headed straight to his office.

Qiao Mo pressed down the hair on her forehead that was in a mess, and followed along with a jumbled heart.

In the office, Xiao Yan passed the class schedule to her: "Tidy up."

Qiao Mo stared at the school schedule in her hands and pouted her lips: "Why do you need me to organize it? I'm not your assistant... "

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

Qiao Mo's eyes widened as she pointed at herself: "I-I'm Class Delegate?"

"Right, career course... Class, substitute, watch. "

The man bit the word "Class Delegate" one at a time.

Qiao Mo sat down on a small chair to organize her class schedule, muttering to herself.

"If you have any complaints about me, just kick them out. If you keep silent, you will only suffer internal injuries."

Qiao Mo supported her little head, staring at him with her watery eyes: "Then if I say it out loud, will you change it?"

Too authoritarian, too tyrannical.

Xiao Yan calmly turned his eyes, his lips curling into a slight smile, "No, I won't. So you don't have to feel wronged. "

With an expression of "In any case, I won't change no matter what you say, don't blame me if you don't say that you're suffering internal injuries", he was indeed in need of a beating.

Outside, it was noisy.

A girl was pushed in by the other girls. Qiao Mo recognized her, she was called Royal Consort, the prettiest girl in their class.

At this moment, she had a bashful expression on her face as she shook her head and said to Xiao Yan: "Professor Xiao, Xiao Xiao, I want to be your Class Delegate."

Qiao Mo let out a "Puchi" sound, and could not help but burst out laughing, Xiao Yan's cold eyes swept over them, and Qiao Mo covered her mouth, "Sorry."

Xiao Yan frowned, and said expressionlessly: "There are already people fighting for Class Delegate, you are too late."

Qiao Mo's little face froze, the meaning behind his words was like she was trying to curry favor with him as the Class Delegate. Upon seeing the wangfei's expression, Qiao Mo immediately knew that she was in trouble, Xiao Yan obviously wanted to make her the public enemy of all the girls in the class, right?

After organizing his class schedule, Qiao Mo walked over and placed his class schedule beside him. As if she was a primary school student, her hands were behind her back as she muttered to herself, "I'm not going back tonight.

This was Xiao Yan's first time meeting someone who would rather squeeze into a small student dormitory than stay in a large villa.

"Are you afraid of me?"

The man suddenly stood up and held her against the bookshelf behind him. Qiao Mo put her two small hands by her side and stared at him warily, "N-no …"

He leaned close to her small face. "Are you afraid of Lady Xiao?"

Qiao Mo blinked her eyes, and bit her lips: "A little … …"

In fact, she was afraid of both of them.

"She won't eat you."

The man's eyes shone as he looked down at her.

"But I will."

His voice was low, sexy, seductive.

Qiao Mo: "..."

Could she say that she was afraid of him?