C50 sensation fetal movement

Qiao Mo's ears and cheeks were completely red. She sat on Xiao Yan's thigh, feeling uncomfortable.

He slightly lowered his face and pursed his lips as he said in a muffled voice, "Put me down, it won't be convenient for me to touch the medicine this way …"

The man's large palm tightly held onto her slender waist. Not only did he not release her, he instead hugged her even tighter. "Don't worry. You're the one that's rubbing against me."

Her voice was hoarse and filled with allure.

Qiao Mo could only let him hug her as she held his injured arm with one hand and helped him wipe his wounds with a ball of cotton with the other hand that was soaked in alcohol.

That day, the force of the cut she took out with the fruit knife was very heavy, so the wound was especially deep. Qiao Mo felt that he could faintly feel the bones inside his body.

Really … Doesn't it hurt?

Thinking of this, she raised her head and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I've been losing control of my emotions lately …"

The man suddenly took the cotton ball and the alcohol from her hand, turned over and gently put her on the bed. His thin lips suddenly fell and pressed against her soft lips. His voice was dark and hoarse. "No need to explain, it's my fault."

Qiao Mo was already a little moved, at this moment, her eyes became even moist. She sniffed and wrapped her arms around his neck, looking at his deep black eyes with her watery eyes.

A huge palm struck down, landing on her lower abdomen. Qiao Mo was startled, and subconsciously wanted to protect herself.

However, the pair of black eyes looked at her with a gentle gaze as if they were comforting her. The pair of large palms gently caressed her lower abdomen as they lightly explained, "That day, I just wanted to say hello to my child."

Qiao Mo's fingers stiffened, and immediately after, grabbed onto Xiao Yan's slender fingers.

His ten fingers were interlocked, and the last bit of coolness that remained on his fingertips was completely dispersed by the warmth.

Qiao Mo lowered her small face and carefully helped him wrap her arm in gauze. Xiao Yan held her small hand tightly in her big palm.

"Hmm?" She raised her gaze, her eyes shining brightly.

The man moved his thin lips, "Song Xiazhi is not my lover, but I do owe her a life. Qiao Mo, I don't want to deny that, the reason I married you back then was because I found out that your kidney origin and her matched each other very well. "

Qiao Mo's finger froze, and the smile on her face froze. Her small hand slowly pulled away from his palm without leaving a trace, "Then what you're saying is that everything you've done, was for Song Xiazhi's …?"

"Yes, but that was back then." The man's deep gaze fell on her lost little face, and he said word by word, "But now, I won't force you to make any decision. The person who owes Song Xiazhi is not you, but me. So, Qiao Mo, I respect all of your decisions. "

The little girl was shocked, her eyes that were filled with mist became red, "Xiao Yan …. I want to know, between you and Song Xiazhi … What had happened? Can I know? "

This man had always been a maverick, arrogant as hell. It was even harder for him to explain things than to ascend to heaven, yet Qiao Mo wanted to know, to know his past and to participate in his future.

Xiao Yan's dark eyes darkened. Remembering what happened back then, he seemed to still have lingering fears in his heart, and the depths of his eyes were filled with pain.

"Ten years ago, Song Xiazhi's brother Song Xia Ming and I were the best brothers. My past life was terrible, bad to the point that only Song Xia Ming is my friend. One day, I went with the siblings to play in the wilderness. We had previously agreed to have a swimming competition in the sea. Whoever lost would be in charge of the graduation thesis. In the end... It might have been a cramp in the water, the last time I saw Xia Ming … If I hadn't competed with him that day, he wouldn't have drowned … "

How old was the Xiao Yan from ten years ago? Twenty-two years old. The youth full of vigor was swept away by the pain of separation.

Qiao Mo reached out her arms to embrace his neck, and threw her delicate body into his embrace. "You're blaming yourself for this all the way until now? You want to compensate her sister for all the debts you owe Song Xia Ming, right? "

"Yes."

Qiao Mo slowly closed her eyes as tears rolled down her face. She held his hand and held onto her lower abdomen as she cried in a trembling voice, "But Xiao Yan … This is your child. Do you really want to use his life to exchange for Song Xiazhi …? "

Even so, Qiao Mo still could not be willing to give up her child, lie on the table, and donate a kidney for another woman.

"Qiao Mo..." His lips landed on her forehead and she gently kissed it. With a hoarse voice, he said, "If you don't want to, I won't force you again."

Qiao Meng was in his embrace and lightly choked.

On this night, Xiao Yan took off his jacket and shoes, and lay on the same bed as Qiao Mo.

Xiao Yan was 1.9m tall, no matter how thin he was, he took up almost the entire sickbed.

Qiao Mo was as quiet as a kitten, obediently staying in his embrace and not moving an inch.

After about fifteen minutes, Qiao Mo could not help but ask: "How about I go sleep on the sofa?"

Xiao Yan frowned, his black eyes looking at the little lady in his arms, "What, uncomfortable?"

The man clumsily moved his arms, attempting to hug Qiao Mo more comfortably. Qiao Mo could not help but laugh awkwardly: "I'm afraid that you're not feeling well."

"I'm fine, I'm fine." The man answered with a straight face.

Qiao Mo was speechless, "..."

She did feel a little uncomfortable …

Xiao Yan was a little slow, but in the end, he reacted and sighed softly, "If you want to sleep on the sofa, it should be me who sleeps."

Qiao Meng was startled. He pursed his lips and said, "I …" The person is rather small, it's better if I go to sleep! "

She started to rise from his arms, but was stopped by one of the man's large hands.

"Little Mo, be good."

Qiao Mo stared at his dark eyes in a daze. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the name "Xiao Mo".

Little Mo? Even Qiao Sheng had never called her "Little Mo" before, but to think that Xiao Yan would actually call her by that name with a stern face, without any hesitation or blush.

Qiao Mo shifted her uncomfortable gaze elsewhere. The man on the sickbed got off the bed, walked to the side of the sofa and looked at her deeply before lying down.

Qiao Mo turned her body, with her back facing the man on the sofa, and the moonlight shone down, she grabbed onto her pillow, and asked the question that had been plaguing her heart for a long time, "Xiao Yan … If, if I really didn't save Song Xiazhi, would you blame me? "

Even … Hate her?

For a long time, there was no answer from the man.

Qiao Mo's heart slowly turned from burning hot to cold.

When he reached the bottom of the ravine, he heard the faint voice say, "You have the right to protect yourself and your children. I can't blame you or hate you. Qiao Mo, I said before that I would respect your final decision. "

Qiao Mo's lips curved up in a warm smile.

Early morning, in a villa halfway up the mountain.

Su Hua threw a stack of photos in front of Song Xiazhi.

"Take a look for yourself. Do you think that if this goes on, Xiao Yan will still be willing to hurt the child in Qiao Mo's stomach for you?"

Every picture was of Xiao Yan accompanying Qiao Mo in the hospital. The man in the picture had been wearing a cold face the entire time, so it was impossible to tell what she was thinking but it was easy to tell that her careful movements were very concerned about the child in Qiao Mo's stomach.

In the depths of Xiao Yan's eyes, what else could it be other than pity?

Song Xiazhi sat upright on the sofa, her small face pale white, but not saying a word.

Su Tu could not help but agitate her, "Do you really want to see Xiao Yan together with Qiao Mo? I know you are a noble person, but when it comes to relationships, I'm comparing them to who has the best skills! Xia Zhi, believe me, as long as you make a move, you will definitely be able to snatch Xiao Yan back from Qiao Mo's side! "

"This is big brother Xiao's choice, I have no right to interfere!"

"Heh, stop pretending to be arrogant. As a result, everything about you will be taken away by Qiao Mo!"

Song Xiazhi stared at the pictures, every scene caused her eyes to feel pain, as though someone had dug a hole in her heart, and blood was flowing out.

"I... What should I do? "

she asked softly, hardly believing it was her own voice.

Su Tu laughed lightly and patted Song Xiazhi's shoulder. "Have you finally thought it through?"

… ….

After staying in the hospital for over half a month, Qiao Mo's body had gradually recovered, and even her complexion had improved by quite a bit.

Xiao Ru Qing was full of joy as she saw this. It was not hard to see that the feelings between Xiao Yan and Xiao Yan had heated up.

Xiao Ru Qing held Qiao Mo's small hand and said, "Looking at the way you two are now, I'm really happy."

Qiao Mo blushed red and lowered her eyes, a little embarrassed.

Qiao Mo wanted to leave the hospital, so Xiao Yan completed the procedures and came in from the outside, "The procedures are done, we can leave now."

Qiao Mo replied with an "Oh" and got up to pack her clothes. Xiao Yan stretched out his hand to press on her shoulder, "Sit, I will clean up with Aunt Yan."

Xiao Ru Qing looked at Qiao Mo with a meaningful smile.

As Aunt Yan cleaned up the mess, she said to Qiao Mo: "Our Young Madam is so lucky. Young Master has never served anyone in his life before!"

Xiao Yan's eyes turned cold and he glared at Aunt Yan who had his mouth wide open: If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute.

"Bad boy! When I was young, you drew a map on the bed and gave me the money to keep my mouth shut.

Xiao Ruqing and Qiao Mo were both startled, and then immediately laughed out loud.

Xiao Yan: "..."

After returning to the Xiao family, Qiao Mo began to be protected. She was four months pregnant, and because she was thin, her stomach was not obvious.

But when Qiao Mo walked, she would sometimes subconsciously start to support her waist.

Xiao Yan stood not far away, leaning on the carved railing, and looked at his wife who was afar.

A twenty-two year old little woman had given birth to a little life for him in her womb.

There was no way for him to convince himself to kill such a small life.

Leaning to the side, a slender hand took out a cell phone from the pocket of his pants and dialed a number.

Her gaze was warm, and it still rested on that small figure.

"Using Qiao Mo's child to exchange for some kind of health that I know about, I can't do it. Now, go find the next kidney source. "Yes, that's it."

… ….

Qiao Mo walked down the stairs with her hands on her waist and suddenly stopped in her tracks.

After Xiao Yan finished his call, he saw the girl standing on the stairs, stunned.

He strode over and asked with a frown, "What's the matter?"

Qiao Mo was stunned for a moment as she said with wide eyes: "Just now, my stomach moved a bit …."

Xiao Yan frowned even more, "How can that be?"

A four month old child who had not been fully formed yet, how could he possibly have a fetal movement?

Qiao Mo was helped downstairs, and seeing his unbelieving look, she explained: "I really moved a little just now, if you don't believe me, listen!"

Xiao Yan really turned his head, and knelt down on one knee in front of her, with his ear pressed against her lower abdomen, as he focused on listening.