Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Mo Qingcheng took a deep breath, opened the door, and poked it out with an electric prod.

"It's me." Xiao Yijue looked at the electric prod that was thrown at him. He reached out and held her wrist to avoid her attack.

This familiar voice stunned Mo Qingcheng.

She raised her eyes to look at Xiao Yijue and saw him standing in front of her, soaked in the drizzle. He stood there dumbfounded and said in disbelief: "Why are you here?"

"Come and have a look," he said.

Mo Qingcheng put away the electric prod and looked at him standing in the rain, not knowing what to say.

"You won't let me go in and sit for a while?" Xiao Yijue asked.

She subconsciously stepped aside. Xiao Yijue smiled deeply and walked in past her. By the time she reacted, he had already sat down and filled a glass with water.

"You." Mo Qingcheng looked at him.

She walked in and was too embarrassed to chase him away.

"Sit." Xiao Yijue said. He pulled out a chair for her and asked her to sit down.

The gentleman's demeanor made Mo Qingcheng think that she was a guest. When she saw the water he handed her, she subconsciously took a sip and heard him say: "Did it disturb your rest?"

"No." She said, and wanted to change her words, but she heard him say: "That's good."

Xiao Yijue said, took out a pen and paper, wrote down his information, handed it to her, and said, "I, Xiao Yijue, am single and have two sisters at home."

Mo Qingcheng listened silently.

She sat opposite him, felt his burning eyes, and turned away silently.

"I wonder if you are willing." He asked.

Mo Qingcheng stood up immediately, slapped her hands on the table and said, "I don't want to."

When she said these words, her heart was pounding and her whole face was as red as an apple. She took a sip of water anxiously and drank so hard that the water wet her clothes.

She quickly took out a tissue to wipe away the water drops and watched Xiao Yijue approach.

"What do you want to do?" she asked.

Seeing her nervous look, Xiao Yijue stepped forward, forcing her to step back and put her back on the table. Looking at her reaching out to hold a bowl, he stretched out his hand to hold her hand.

As if by magic, he took out a piece of paper and handed it to her.

"What? Are you sure you don't want to cooperate?" Xiao Yijue asked.

Mo Qingcheng looked at the contract he handed over. She glanced at it and was a little surprised that there was a training on it that she had always wanted to do, and it was international.

"You just asked me if I wanted to cooperate?" Mo Qingcheng finally came back to her senses.

He wrote detailed personal information and handed it to her, asking her if she was willing. She originally thought he was pursuing her, but unexpectedly he wanted to ask her if she could cooperate?

This change was a bit fast, and Mo Qingcheng didn't react.

"Otherwise, what do you think it is?" Xiao Yijue asked.

Mo Qingcheng's ears turned red. She didn't know what to say, so she could only turn her attention to the contract he had written. She reached out and took it to take a closer look and said, "My store is not famous."

"But I think it's valuable, and you are even more valuable." Xiao Yijue said.

She listened, her fingertips stiff.

She almost tore up the contract and looked up at him secretly.

"Of course, I have no other intentions. I just want to cooperate with you. You don't need to rush to reply to me. Send me a message when you have figured it out." Xiao Yijue said.

Mo Qingcheng fell silent. There is no such thing as a free lunch.

"What's the price?" Mo Qingcheng asked.

Too many scoundrels pursued her because they wanted her to marry, or because they thought she was going to kneel down and lick her, which made Mo Qingcheng wary and felt that everyone had ulterior motives in making requests.

"How about carrying forward this brand and making the chain global?" Xiao Yijue asked.