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Chapter 11 - Repayment of labour

"To tell a lie, you have to use countless lies. The result will only get worse."

His long and narrow eyes looked down on her arrogantly.

Qiao Mo bit her lips.

"All the communication tools in the villa are for free."

Qiao Mo: "..."

She just happened to not have a phone bill, so she had to borrow the phone to call for a few minutes!

This stingy man!

The man spoke again. "But you can pay it off with labor."

"... "What for?"

Qiao Mo asked subconsciously.

Xiao Yan arrogantly pointed to the kitchen with his chin, "From now on, I'll leave all the cooking to you."

Qiao Mo didn't understand. He was so rich, such a huge villa, why didn't she hire an aunt?

Wasn't there supposed to be many servants in a rich person's house?

Xiao Yan seemed to have seen through her thoughts as he stared at her arrogantly, "I don't like strangers walking around the house."

Qiao Mo's legs were lame as she busied herself in the kitchen.

In one meal, Xiao Yan cooked three dishes and a soup, causing his actions to become tyrannical.

But then he thought, why would she cook a meal for him for a few cents?

Qiao Mo fart, she sat on the dining chair, staring at the graceful eating Xiao Yan, she only felt hatred.

Xiao Yan picked up the first dish with his chopsticks and ate it. When he opened his mouth, Qiao Mo stared at him with wide eyes.

What he got in return was a rude comment, "You tore up the cabbage with your hands and overloaded the soy sauce and sugar. Are you sure you didn't cook the Sweet 'n' Sour Pancake?"

Qiao Mo fumed, "My movements were inconvenient, I even made you three dishes and a soup, you really don't know what's good for you!"

Qiao Mo's temper had always been good, she had never quarreled with anyone.

But this time, he really couldn't hold it in.

Xiao Yan put down his chopsticks, with a calm expression: "What you eat, what you use, including the things you live in in the future, will be under my name. So you think my request for a meal is too much? "

"... I did not ask to eat yours, but to live with yours! "

"None of the rights that Mrs. Xiao deserves will be missing. However, I hope that none of the obligations that Mrs. Xiao can fulfill will fall to you. "

In the evening, Qiao Mo used a payment treasure to pay for the phone call, and called Luo Luo.

Luo Luo had even teased her on how she had become a rich and powerful lady, she would definitely be served for meals and clothes.

Qiao Mo looked at the situation she was in. She cooked the rice and washed the dishes …

~ Is this the Wealthy Class Wealthy Class or the little servant?

However, the large bed she was lying on was truly comfortable. If one closed their eyes, they would be able to fall asleep in such a soft manner.

She dropped her cell phone, rolled into the bed with the covers wrapped around her, and lost herself.

A clear and cold male voice came down from above: "I almost forgot, tonight is our wedding night."

No wonder this woman came uninvited and lay on his bed.

Qiao Mo's sleepiness was immediately blown away, her large eyes stared, only to see Xiao Yan already reaching out his hand to remove the tie on his neck.

She scrambled to her feet and unsteadily stood on the floor. Her two small hands held onto the hem of her skirt as she nervously explained, "N-no, I just randomly entered a room. I didn't know … this is your …"

Xiao Yan tore off her tie and threw it on the bed. As his long legs approached him, she was forced to retreat and sit on the edge of the bed once more. Her tiny body was held firmly in his arms.

"I thought you couldn't stand the loneliness anymore and wanted to climb onto my bed."

The scent of a man blazed hotly on her small face.

Qiao Mo's body subconsciously retreated, and she couldn't retreat anymore. Her small hand pressed against his chest, "Xiao, Mr. Xiao … I'm not ready yet! "

Didn't he say that he only needed a wife in name?

What's the situation now?

The man laughed mockingly. "I thought that when you agreed to marry me, you should have already known what would happen on the wedding night."

"Mr. Xiao, didn't you say that you only want a nominal wife?"

The man's upper body lowered, supporting her on both sides. He stared at her with his narrow eyes, "Ugh …" In my little words, shouldn't you be putting on an act, putting on an act? "

Qiao Mo's face turned completely red, she stuttered for a long time, then said with her big eyes: "I, I don't want to read those uncultured romance novels!"

Xiao Yan let out a cold laugh, but a huge palm suddenly landed on her waist.