Looking at Qiao Ruoxi's signature, the man with glasses couldn't help but admire in his heart, the handwriting is so beautiful!
If she can write such beautiful words, how could she not recognize the contents of the agreement? Could it be that the content was too difficult for her to understand and she deliberately asked me to explain it to her?
It must be like this. She is worthy of being the woman that Mr. Pei has chosen. She is smarter and more cautious than ordinary people!
"Is there a problem?" Qiao Ruoxi raised her eyebrows and asked when she saw the man with glasses staring at her signature.
Could it be that her handwriting was different from the original owner's, which aroused this person's suspicion?
The man with glasses finally came to his senses and smiled, shaking his head: "No problem, it's just that Miss Qiao's handwriting is so beautiful that I couldn't help but take a second look. My name is Ren Quan, Mr. Pei's special assistant. You can call me Xiao Ren."
Qiao Ruoxi looked the man up and down. "Are all the people here so frank?"
This was the first time she had seen someone admit that he was a villain in front of others.
Ren Quan thought Qiao Ruoxi was praising him and pushed his glasses up awkwardly. "Thank you for the compliment, Miss Qiao. It's all thanks to Master Pei San's good teaching!"
Qiao Ruoxi:?
Who exactly is this Mr. Pei San? Why does he teach people to be villains?
"Miss Qiao, I'll take you to see the Third Master right now. There might be some traffic on the road. If you feel carsick or uncomfortable, you can tell me!" Ever since Ren Quan was praised by Qiao Ruoxi, he liked Qiao Ruoxi more and more.
"I can't be carsick." Qiao Ruoxi was sure.
She could see clearly that everything here was much more advanced than the conditions in her previous life, and the road was incredibly smooth. If she could go back, she would definitely bring this technology back with her!
In her previous life, she was an expert horse rider. Could it be more bumpy than riding a horse on a gravel road?
…
Of course!
In just half an hour, Qiao Ruoxi's face began to turn pale.
Ren Quan stepped on the accelerator, and Qiao Ruoxi's stomach suddenly churned and she covered her mouth.
"Do you know how to drive? This is a solid line, how can you change lanes like that?" Ren Quan lowered the car window and shouted at the car on the right.
The man in the car on the right also lowered his window, revealing a tattooed arm. He sneered, "Driving a luxury car is so great? Did your family build this road? I drive based on my skills, what's your business?"
Ren Quan was so confused by the conversation that he didn't know how to refute it, and the other party continued to mock him.
"Bai Chop Chicken, was this car given to you by a rich lady? Roll down the window so I can see that woman."
Ren Quan immediately regretted his impulsive scolding of the other party and glanced awkwardly at the back seat: "Ms. Qiao, please don't pay attention to what such an uncultured person says."
As the window opened, a faint voice drifted in: "Do you look like an ugly monster? You are too embarrassed to see people. How can you have the guts to eat such an ugly woman?"
Seeing that the rear window was slowly lowering without his help, Ren Quan's heart jumped into his throat and he hurriedly tried to stop it.
How can a young girl who has just reached adulthood be a match for this kind of second-rate guy in society? If she is not stopped, she will suffer!
"Miss Qiao, you don't have to pay attention to this kind of person..."
The man with tattoos opened his mouth wide when he saw Qiao Ruoxi for the first time, because the girl was so beautiful, even more dazzling than the big stars on TV!
Especially those eyes, even though they are full of murderous intent, people are unwilling to look away.
"The mouth is for eating and talking, not for spitting shit. If you can't do it, just shut up." Qiao Ruoxi's voice was cold, and something white popped out.
Looking at the man with tattoos again, he found that there was a ball of tissue in his mouth.
This man couldn't have messed with her at any other time, but he chose to mess with her when she was carsick!
Ren Quan:?
The man with glasses opened his eyes wide in disbelief, looked at the man with tattoos, then looked at Qiao Ruoxi, and the tissue box next to Qiao Ruoxi.
It must be a coincidence!
"The light is green, it's time to go." Qiao Ruoxi pointed at the traffic light. She had discovered this pattern along the way: go when the light is green and stop when the light is red.
Ren Quan quickly came to his senses and stepped on the accelerator.
Qiao Ruoxi's stomach churned again, and she clenched the tissue in her hand again. It took her a long time to resist the urge to stuff the tissue into Ren Quan's mouth.
The business car finally stopped. After the quarrel with the man with tattoos, Ren Quan respected Qiao Ruoxi even more. He trotted out of the car and opened the door for Qiao Ruoxi.
Qiao Ruoxi's stomach was still churning, so she didn't move.
When she was going down the mountain before, she thought that this iron box was both stable and fast. However, after this trip, her favorability towards this iron box instantly decreased, and she even felt a little disgusted.
It's far inferior to her Lightning Horse!
"Miss Qiao, you don't look well. Are you carsick?"
Qiao Ruoxi was about to nod when she saw Ren Quan shaking his head.
"Impossible! Miss Qiao is so dashing and acted like a heroine just now. How could she possibly be carsick?"
Qiao Ruoxi: "Ahem... I'm certainly not carsick."
Ren Quan clapped his hands and said, "That's right, how could Miss Qiao be carsick? Please, Miss Qiao, the Third Master has arrived and is waiting for you in the RV in front!"
Qiao Ruoxi took a deep breath and then got out of the car holding the door.
"Where is this?" Qiao Ruoxi had just gotten off the car when she was irritated by the reflection from the glass of the tall building in front of her and couldn't open her eyes.
Ren Quan smiled and pointed in a direction: "Civil Affairs Bureau, Third Master said that to prevent future troubles, he will bring you directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the certificate."
"Get a certificate? What does it mean to get a certificate?" Qiao Ruoxi was curious.
Ren Quan led Qiao Ruoxi towards the RV while explaining to her.
It turns out that this world is a monogamous one, and marriage is protected by law. Only after obtaining a marriage certificate can it be considered a legally recognized marital relationship.
Qiao Ruoxi was led by Ren Quan into the RV. There were several men in black sitting in the RV. Qiao Ruoxi glanced at everyone and found that none of them was the man from last night.
It wasn't until a black curtain was drawn open that Qiao Ruoxi met a pair of deep eyes.
"Little, little emperor?" Qiao Ruoxi took several steps back, her back pressed against the car window, her cheeks instantly burning hot.
What did she do last night!
Although she had no blood relationship with the little emperor, the little emperor called her mother after all. How could she do such a beastly thing to the little emperor!
"Little Emperor? Who are you calling?" the man spoke in a deep and magnetic voice.
Qiao Ruoxi was stunned for a moment, then looked at the man again.
Apart from the fact that his facial features were somewhat similar to the little emperor's, he was much taller than the little emperor, his voice was deeper than the little emperor's, and his behavior was calm and composed, which the little emperor did not have.
Could this just be a man who looks a lot like the little emperor?
Just like Qiao Ruoxi in this world, she looks exactly like her, but she is not her.
Thinking of this, Qiao Ruoxi's guilt was slightly relieved.
"I'm sorry for being so presumptuous last night. May I know your name?" Qiao Ruoxi stretched out her hand. This was also the latest social etiquette she learned at the police station.
The man opposite didn't extend his hand, but asked a question expressionlessly: "How do you know that I am the man you met last night?"
Qiao Ruoxi: ...
What should she say? That her eyes were a ruler?
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