The Noble Lord Is So Fierce: Greeting Kiss, My Sweet Wife

Tong Jiumo thought he could leave after signing the contract.

When she got up and left, a low voice came from behind, "Who told you to leave?"

"The contract is signed, I naturally want to go back." Tong Jiumo said disapprovingly.

"The contract is signed and it will take effect immediately. You can't leave unless I let you leave." Mo Qijue said coldly.

"I'm only responsible for three meals a day, so I'll take a day off and start work tomorrow?" Tong Jiu Mo frowned.

Is there anyone in such a hurry?

"No, I'm in charge of the contract." Mo Qijue said coldly, "Go cook dinner for the little master."

"..." Tong Jiumo gritted his teeth and looked at him with an arrogant and domineering look.

"I have something to leave." Tong Jiumo worried that Tong Lele was not safe at home alone. The last time she went out for a long time, something went wrong with him at home alone.

Mo Qijue stood up suddenly, stepped forward, and approached Tong Jiumo.

Tong Jiumo was suddenly enveloped by a tall black figure.

She held her breath and looked up at him, "You, what are you doing so close?"

Mo Qijue approached her step by step, and Tong Jiumo also stepped back.

She shuddered all over her body, and looked back to see if there were any obstacles until she was forced to the corner by him, and she had nowhere to go.

Upon seeing this, the bodyguard in the living room walked out knowingly.

"Miss Tong," Mo Qijue stretched out her hand, pinched her chin with her slender and white fingers, raised her slightly to meet his cold eyes, "You are not allowed to go anywhere when I haven't let you go."

"We are just a labor cooperation relationship..." Tong Jiumo felt that the man in front of him was inexplicable.

"Now go to make dinner." Mo Qijue ordered.

"I'll just go, don't lean so close to me." Her breathing was tight.

She said, pushing him away.

Then ran in the direction of the kitchen.

After Tong Jiumo entered the kitchen, he adjusted his breathing, and then washed all the ingredients on the glass table.

Looking at the ingredients on a table, she suddenly thought of a question. She rushed out of the kitchen and said to Mo Qijue, "No, I'm here to apply for the post of Foodhui Hui, why should I be reduced to cooking for you?"

Why didn't she think of this when she looked at the contract just now?

She didn't think deeply because she was worried that he would play tricks.

When Mo Qijue heard her, he disagreed, "The occupation of the President of the Food Club is my own personal chef, is there any problem?"

"..." Tong Jiumo mourned for a while!

Without saying anything, he turned and went into the kitchen.

Call Mr. Gordon.

She worried that Mo Qijue would hear her talking on the phone, so she sent a message to Mr. Gordon instead.

[Master, the President of Food Court = Private Chef? Master, you owe me an explanation! 】

After a while, the phone vibrated.

She turned on the phone and it was Mr. Gordon’s reply——

[Yes. 】

Tong Jiumo was speechless.

Take the kitchen knife and stew the lean meat.

Chopped it fiercely, as if to vent.

"You can't afford to chop up my chopping board."

Mo Qijue's cold voice came.

Frightened Tong Jiumo's body trembled, his hands shook, and then the blade ran across the other hand, blood gurgling.

She threw down the kitchen knife in pain and gasped.

"You are clumsy! How did this celebrity chef get it? By betraying her sexuality and appearance?" Mo Qijue saw her being scratched by a blade, sprinted forward, took her hand, and dashed against the tap, asking in a cold voice Tao.

"what--"

As soon as the water hit the wound, Tong Jiumo let out a painful cry.

ps: Today is 2nd update, because it is a bit busy~ the old aunt loves you little babies~