C42 Over and over again, Qiao Mo lost control of himself

She didn't even dare to breathe. After a long kiss, the man rubbed her slightly swollen lips lightly, his forehead against hers as he asked in a hoarse voice: "This, will it work?"

If you kiss someone you love, you will be happy.

he asked her.

Qiao Mo's face reddened as she buried herself in his embrace.

Xiao Yan endured it and reached out to grab her head, pulling her into his embrace and smelling the stars in her hair, he asked hoarsely: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

thought that their journey would only end before dinner, and that Xiao Yan would bring her back to the Xiao family to eat dinner. He didn't expect that...

Qiao Mo pursed her lips, her clear pupils flickered with anticipation, "Why are you so free today?"

Xiao Yan muttered to himself slightly, "No matter how busy you are, you still have to accompany your wife and son, no?"

Right now, not only was Qiao Mo's face burning hot, her heart was also beating intensely. Her chest was boiling hot, as if she was covering a warm water bag.

When he said those words, he did it naturally.

They were like the most natural couple. The wife was pregnant, and the husband had taken her to the playground to have fun with the baby.

Qiao Mo looked up and smiled sweetly at him. She squinted her eyes and bent her body like a crescent moon.

"En!"

Xiao Yan looked at her red lips that were just inches away from him, and felt his temples grow faint.

He wasn't a person who heavily desired things, but when it came to Qiao Mo, he lost control over and over again.

He lowered his head and was about to kiss her soft lips when his mobile phone in his pocket rang.

Qiao Mo was embarrassed for a moment, she pursed her lips and looked away, watching the Ferris wheel fall from its highest point.

Xiao Yan took out his phone, seeing the caller ID, he frowned, and looked at Qiao Mo who was at the side. He paused for a moment, and then picked up the phone.

A calm male voice came out of the phone.

"The operation is scheduled to be carried out at the end of the month. Ah Yan, you decide for yourself, if you drag this on any longer, in the end, you can only let Qiao Mo drag the body that was just miscarried onto the operation table. Rather than just that, we should just take advantage of the current time at the beginning of the month and get lost. We still have a month's time to recover. "

Xiao Yan responded indifferently, without saying anything unnecessary, he said to the Dr. Jin: "I will arrange it."

After Xiao Yan hung up, his expression was ice-cold, and did not look too good. Qiao Mo thought that something was wrong with the company, and asked worriedly: "Is there something urgent? Do you want to go back first? I can go back alone … "

However, the corner of Xiao Yan's mouth lowered, it was clear that he was dissatisfied with her overly magnanimous attitude, "Qiao Mo, you can act like a spoiled child to me, and not keep pushing me out."

Qiao Mo curled her lips, and lowered her face: "Do I have the qualifications to do so?"

After all, in this marriage, there was no love between them at all. Even if there was, it was only Qiao Mo's one-sided wish.

"Qiao Mo, you do."

Qiao Mo's heart trembled, "Did you accept my confession?"

"You are Mrs. Xiao, so you do."

With just one sentence, he sent Qiao Mo into hell again.

Since he didn't like her, he shouldn't be so good to her and let her dream about him.

The atmosphere was cold, the Ferris wheel just happened to reach the ground, so Xiao Yan went out first with his long legs and then brought Qiao Mo out.

The moment he came out, a little girl grabbed Xiao Yan by the pants leg of his suit. A tender voice sounded softly: "Uncle, can you buy a flower for this big sister?"

Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo were both startled. Where did this little brat come from?

However, what surprised her was that Xiao Yan had actually squatted down and took out a hundred pieces of paper from his wallet. He asked the little girl in all seriousness: "Tell me, why do you call me uncle, and the wife who calls me uncle is actually big sister?"

Qiao Mo: "..."

So that's what he cared about!

From the basket of flowers held by her little hand, she took out a flower and handed it to Xiao Yan, "Because uncle is very handsome, uncle's wife must be very happy. If she is happy, she will become young, so I call her big sister."

Xiao Yan was so amused by the little girl that his mood was slightly better. He passed the money to her, patted her head, accepted the flowers, and said: "Go."

Xiao Yan stood up and passed the flower to Qiao Mo.

Qiao Mo caught it, and carefully said: "Actually, her call was not wrong."

He was thirty-two years old, she was only twenty-two, he was an uncle.

There was something wrong with those words. The man frowned and pulled the little girl into his embrace, his big hands wrapped around her waist. "What did you say? "I'm old?"

Qiao Mo bit her lips, and laughed: "I didn't say it, you said it yourself."

The man lowered his head, heavily exhaling next to her ear, and bit down on her fair and soft earlobe. "Don't you know best whether I'm old or not? If I was old, would you be able to eat contraceptive pill and get pregnant on one side? "

Qiao Mo blushed, and then covered his lips with her soft hands, "You're not allowed to say anymore."

Seriously... There was no restraint in speaking dirty words.

Yet, he was still very serious.

Walking out of the amusement park and into the car, Qiao Mo put on her seat belt as she asked uncomfortably, "When you're with other girls, do you act like a hooligan too?"

Xiao Yan acted as if he did not hear her voice and did not reply with even a single word.

Qiao Mo only thought that she did not want to answer this question.

The black marquis made his way forward, and Qiao Mo asked: "Where are we going to eat?"

This time, Xiao Yan replied her, "Do you want to eat Chinese or Western cuisine?"

"... "Yes, I'll do whatever I want."

"Then let's have western cuisine."

should have had a candlelight dinner once.

Qiao Mo's small head came over and intentionally joked: "It can't be candlelight dinner, right?"

"What? Don't you like it?"

Xiao Yan looked at her coldly, as if nothing had happened.

Qiao Mo curled her lips and leaned back in her seat. She lowered her watery eyes and played with her fingers, "... Is there something you want me to help you with? "

Xiao Yan's fingers that were holding onto the steering wheel suddenly stopped.

"For you, do you really need a reason?"

Qiao Mo held her small hand and said: "One, you don't like me, so you didn't do all this because of your feelings, and as for you, just because I'm your Mrs. Xiao in name, you wouldn't bring me out to enjoy the show for an entire day. That's not worth it, but as for other things, I can't even think of them."

The viscount stopped in front of a western restaurant.

Xiao Yan unfastened his seatbelt and his tall body suddenly leaned over. His black eyes stared at her clear pupils and said word by word: "Then what if I like you?"

Qiao Mo was drowsy for a moment, as though her entire body was stuck in her seat and unable to move. She didn't even dare to breathe loudly, as though she was afraid of blowing away this illusion.

When the man saw her stunned, he reached out to pinch her little face. "Scared?"

Qiao Mo's face paled as she swallowed her saliva.

"Get out."

… ….

Men like Xiao Yan would definitely go in and out of high-end western restaurants. The elegant sound of the violin was extremely melodious, and the environment was quiet, just like Xiao Yan's personality.

Red wine, steak, candlelight … It was so beautiful that Qiao Mo felt that everything was not real.

Xiao Yan changed her red wine into fruit juice.

"The steak here is very famous. The taste is very good. Have more."

Qiao Mo ate it, but she shook her head, her smile slightly bitter: "I still think that Chinese food is good."

"Then next time, I'll take you to have lunch."

Qiao Mo broke into a laugh, pursed her lips, and said: "The most delicious Chinese meal is in a place that you would never ever go to."

Xiao Yan carefully cut the steak on his plate into small pieces. Afraid that Qiao Mo wouldn't be used to it, he even ordered some that were seventy percent cooked.

He placed the small piece of steak on her plate, and with a warm smile on his face, he asked, "Tell me, where is it?"

"The roadside stall. The pickled fish inside are the most delicious. "

Qiao Mo was full of saliva when she said this.

Her gaze once again fell on Xiao Yan, "That kind of place isn't suitable for you to go to. If you wear it to that kind of place …"

"What will happen?"

"... Everyone will look at you the way they look at Matt. "

Xiao Yan smiled faintly, "I can exchange this outfit with you."

Qiao Mo took a sip of the juice, almost choking on it. After a long while, her face became lonely for a while, "When you are willing to come out with me again, maybe we will already be divorced."

Although two years still had a long time, Qiao Mo's heart hurt a little whenever she thought about it.

Xiao Yan did not say anything else. Halfway through eating, Xiao Yan took out a small, exquisite, rose-colored velvet box.

Pushing it in front of Qiao Mo, she said, "Open it and take a look."

Qiao Mo joked: "Could it be a wedding ring?"

When they were married, there was no wedding, not even a wedding ring.

Although Qiao Mo had somewhat expected what was inside, when she opened it and saw the diamond ring, her heart still shook violently.

The ring was exquisite and elegant. It had an inner ring and was inlaid with a few bits of diamond. From the looks of it, it was worth a lot.

Xiao Yan looked at her with clear eyes, "This is for you, does the style like it? If you don't like it, pick another one. "

There was no girl who didn't like this kind of extravagant and beautiful thing, including Qiao Mo.

Xiao Yan's eyes had always been good, and what he had chosen, was naturally beautiful as well, fitting his aesthetic standards.

She put down the little velvet box and pushed it back to him. "It's nice, but I don't need it."

The wedding ring was originally a symbol of love and marriage.

Strictly speaking, they weren't normal couples.

Xiao Yan took out the storage ring from the box, and casually pulled her hand, putting the diamond ring on her ring finger.

The man stroked his chest as he admired the diamond ring on her hand, "The size and style are all very suitable. It seems like my observation is correct."

Qiao Mo extended his hand out, wanting to pull it out, but Xiao Yan held her hand back.

Every single one of the men's words were cold, "You can do whatever you want with the things you send out. If you don't think it's a waste, you can throw it in the dustbin. "

Qiao Mo: "..."

When Xiao Yan wanted to do one thing, he was stubborn and overbearing.

He was about to predict her and would not throw it into the trash can.

On the way back, Qiao Mo subconsciously stroked the diamond ring on her ring finger, thinking that after they get divorced, she would give it back to him.

If there was no love, what was the point of having this ring?