What the heck is all this!
It makes no sense!
Totally unreasonable...
Qiao Mo felt sowhat frustrated and tossed the notebook onto the coffee table.
Clearly, she should be the one upset. He was the unreasonable one who told her to leave, yet now it’s sohow her fault.
Qiao Mo was gloomy, resting her chin in her hand, but due to soone’s cold stare, she didn’t dare throw the notebook away.
She muttered for over an hour, her eyes already too tired to stay open.
She tossed the notebook aside, climbed onto the bed in a daze, and fell asleep, ignoring all those ridiculous demands...
Early next morning.
Inside a black Ferrari.
Fu Nancheng held last night’s notebook, as if he were a parent checking a child’s howork.
Next to him, Qiao Mo was reciting earnestly.
"Article one, prohibit contact with other males, keep any conversation at least three ters apart."
After reciting, Qiao Mo couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Keeping a three-ter distance even to talk?
Should she carry a loudspeaker with her... or maybe shout out loud?
"Article two, any conversation with any male should not exceed three sentences. If found to have ill intentions, imdiately move away. If necessary, call Fu Nancheng for help."
Ill intentions?
What ill intentions?
Would they tie her up or sothing...
He thinks everyone is as beastly as him.
"Article three, upon receiving any love confession text ssage or letter, report to Fu Nancheng imdiately. If found not reporting, Fu Nancheng has the right to punish Qiao Mo severely."
Damn it!
That damned man... even controls love letters!
But to be fair, Qiao Mo wasn’t sure why.
Ever since the fall of the Qiao family, people confessing to her suddenly increased.
Throughout her life, there were quite a few who confessed to her.
On average, there were six or seven a month.
But lately, in the past month, those bothering her openly and covertly have surged to over twenty, utterly annoying.
In reality, Qiao Mo didn’t understand.
Her appearance and personality naturally aroused n’s empathy and desire, but when the Qiao family was strong, Qiao Dehou always cherished her. Those with lesser backgrounds generally didn’t dare confess, mostly stepping back.
Previously, she was also affectionate with Jiang Jinghao, which led so to give up their hopes.
But now, with the Qiao family’s downfall and the rumor of her breakup with Jiang Jinghao, naturally those long coveting her crowded around like beasts.
"Article twelve, article twelve..."
Qiao Mo grumbled inwardly while reciting, but out of over thirty articles, no matter how good her mory, she couldn’t rember everything overnight...
"Arti...article twelve, forgotten..."
Qiao Mo looked at him, feeling aggrieved.
Fu Nancheng cast her a glance: "Copy it a hundred tis at school later."
Qiao Mo was stunned, a hundred... a hundred tis...
Are you kidding , she’s not a elentary school student!
"Continue."
"Article thirteen, not allowed to dine with any male at the sa table, not allowed to accept any als from males..."
Qiao Mo hesitated, but finally couldn’t help speaking: "But... what if delivery personnel are all n?"
He swept his gaze, coldly landing on her face.
Qiao Mo instantly wilted, continuing her recitation.
"Article... twenty-seven... also forgotten."
"Five hundred tis."
Qiao Mo bit her lip; it was just inhumane.
Forgetting one article ans copying a hundred tis, and articles twenty-eight and beyond she hadn’t even looked at...
"Article... thirty-five also not rembered."
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