C59 You're hurting me

You're hurting me

Qiao Mo was really afraid that Xiao Yan would do something too excessive in the office.

After all, if he really wanted to do something, with her strength, it would be impossible to stop him.

The man's thin lips curved slightly in a mocking arc, "I think you're right. There are some things that are inappropriate, so you shouldn't force yourself to do them. For example, cheap belts. "

Qiao Mo stuck to the tip of his finger that had a buckle on his leather belt and stiffened. Her little face paled as she asked in a probing tone, "What do you mean by that?"

"Literally." Tan Hei stared at her in astonishment.

No matter how slow Qiao Mo was, she could feel that the atmosphere was not right. She placed one hand on her stomach and the other on the desk, "Eat."

However, Xiao Yan pushed her little hand away, "Go ahead and eat, I still have an important meeting to attend."

Qiao Mo pursed her lips, feeling a little disappointed, but she also obediently said: "Oh, then go quickly."

Xiao Yan pressed his temple, she … He really didn't want to stay?

He let out a heavy breath, and the rage in his chest slowly accumulated and exploded out …

One of her hands was still supporting her slightly bulging abdomen while the other was pressed against the desk behind her back. Her heart still hadn't calmed down when her vision turned black and her lips suddenly hurt.

"Ugh …"

Biting and swallowing, Leng Xue ruthlessly crushed her lips.

A soft little hand rested against his broad shoulder, and she knitted her brows. "You're hurting me …"

It was a kiss that almost suffocated her. After it ruthlessly brushed across her lips, his heavy breath matched hers and pressed against the corner of her lips as he coldly said word by word: "You did something wrong, so you sent food to please me? Qiao Mo, in your eyes, am I that easy to get rid of? "

"What are you talking about …" "I don't understand …"

From the moment he entered the office, he had been talking to her coldly and sarcastically. She restrained herself and didn't lose her temper, but he only got worse.

Xiao Yan's slender fingers unbuckled the leather belt buckle, and coldly laughed: "Since you have come to curry favor with me, I do not mind if you change the method."

Qiao Mo was once again placed on the desk. She was a little afraid, and resisted his approach, "But this is an office …"

Someone would come in.

"Good, here it is." Without his orders, no one dared to enter.

Qiao Mo: "Xiao Yan …"

Her words were stuck in their mouths.

Actually, what she wanted to say was —

I'm so tired, can you let me go?

Qiao Mo admitted defeat.

… ….

In the final moment of its eruption, Qiao Mo sobbed like a little kitten.

Xiao Yan did not accompany her to eat. After pulling her to cook once, he threw a clean spare shirt to her.

Her clothes were torn.

When Assistant Luo Su went into the office to retrieve some documents, she saw a tiny person curled up in the corner of the sofa. The person was wearing a white shirt and her feet were bare.

The flushed face of that little woman had yet to recover from being pitied and doted upon.

The air was still filled with the lingering scent of love.

She recognized that the shirt was from the President Xiao.

Hmph, what kind of wild child are you? You're still young, but your ability to seduce men is first-rate.

"Young lady, please leave."

His voice was ice-cold, devoid of any trace of humanity.

Qiao Mo was woken up by the noise, her eyes were drowsy and she said, "... You are Xiao Yan's assistant? "

"That's right."

"Has Xiao Yan finished his meeting? If he's not finished, I'm going home. "

Qiao Mo looked at the time, it was getting late.

Luo Su frowned, did this girl not hear what she said clearly or was she pretending not to understand?

"Miss, I said, please leave."

Qiao Mo blinked, it was unknown if she did it on purpose or not, "But I have to tell Xiao Yan before I can leave, otherwise he will be angry."

Luo Su felt that this little girl was getting ahead of herself and mocked: "Don't think that just because you've gotten into bed with a dragon that you have a special status in the President Xiao, I'll tell you this, you and the other women that I have dealt with are all the same to the President Xiao. So, take the cheque and leave quickly. "

Qiao Mo became even more confused, "Xiao Yan didn't write me a cheque."

"Oh, you're actually waiting for President Xiao to write a cheque for you, that's why you're reluctant to leave?"

No one would have a good temper when they heard such humiliating words.

Qiao Mo frowned: "Because you said you're Xiao Yan's assistant, so I don't want to argue with you."

"He's young, but his tone is quite strong!" Do you know what kind of woman President Xiao hates the most? " Luo Su laughed with disdain, and sized her up with a disdainful look, "President Xiao hates women that pester the most and overestimate their capabilities."

Qiao Mo bit her lips, not having the strength to argue with her. She only threw out one sentence: "I don't need you to teach me what Xiao Yan hates."

"You …!"

Qiao Mo arrived at the entrance of a meeting room and tiptoed to check if there was anyone inside.

Little hands, holding the doorknob, wrenched it open.

In an instant, everyone's gazes turned to Zhang Xuan.

She stood in the doorway, completely at a loss. It was as if her feet were coated with glue and she couldn't move at all.

Xiao Yan frowned, a sharp glint flashed past his eyes, and his voice became stern: "Get out!"

"I …" Qiao Mo suppressed the words on her tongue, lowered her small face, and turned around to close the conference room's door.

However, Xiao Yan who was in the conference room was distracted by the small lady's sudden intrusion.

He pressed down on his brow, "We will end the meeting here today, adjourn the meeting!"

… ….

On one hand, it was because he was exhausted; on the other hand, it was because of Xiao Yan's attitude.

Ye Zichen shook his head. Forget it, I don't want him anymore.

"Halt!"

Didn't I say that I don't miss him?

Go on...

"Qiao Mo, come over here!"

She was stunned, it didn't seem like she was hallucinating …

When he turned around, he saw Xiao Yan standing not far away with a dark and handsome face, faintly about to throw a tantrum.

She stood where she was and asked him, "Will you be finished?"

"How many more times do you want me to repeat it? "Come here."

Who would allow her to run around the company corridor dressed like that? Did she think this was the Xiao family's garden?

The white shirt was over her denim shorts, and it looked as if she was not wearing it underneath. The man's shirt, too big for her, was wide and long over her small, delicate body, and her thin, white legs were alluring.

Although there was a central air-conditioning system in the corridor, was it really okay for her, a pregnant woman in April, to wear so little in such a cold weather? Or … Did he really dress this way on purpose to seduce men?

Damn it!

In his mind,'s words, the relationship between Qiao Mo and Qiao Mo …

Was she really that careless?

Qiao Mo originally wanted to endure the pain and walk over, but with a glance, she saw Luo Su slowly walking over.

Her small mouth pouted, purposely acting like a spoiled child: "Xiao Yan, my legs are in pain … …"

Xiao Yan squinted his eyes. When did this little thing learn to kick on the nose and look at the face? Call her over here, she actually had the guts to say that her legs were in pain.

"You want me to hug you?"

When Qiao Mo heard this ice-cold voice, she immediately regretted it. She shrunk her neck, "Forget it …"

However, the man in front of him had already walked over with steady steps.

When he bent down to pick her up, he asked in a low voice, "Who taught you to push yourself further?"

Although his tone was stern and cold, but what he vaguely revealed was a type of doting.

Qiao Mo placed her messy little head on his chest, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said: "I haven't eaten yet."

Xiao Yan looked at her coldly, as if saying, "Serves her right".

Luo Su was startled, she looked like she had taken responsibility, "President Xiao, I was not optimistic about her, I let her run around and disturb you."

Qiao Mo sneaked a glance at Xiao Yan. With his ice face that had lasted for ten thousand years, he couldn't see any emotion at all.

The man lowered his eyes to look at the little girl in his embrace before speaking in a bland voice, "Indeed, you've disturbed me."

The meeting could not continue because of the disturbance he caused.

Luo Su laughed complacently: "Young miss, you still don't know what's good for you? The President Xiao still has some social events later on, so I don't have time to accompany you to play house. "

Qiao Mo was a little embarrassed, and was hesitating on whether or not to jump down from Xiao Yan's embrace. However, the big hands that were clasped around her back and legs tightened.

"The social meetup for the evening is cancelled."

Luo Su's red lips slightly opened, feeling somewhat shocked, "But..."

Qiao Mo raised her face, her gaze clear, "Then let's go eat."

The man gave a faint snort. He didn't refuse her, so it could be considered as a yes.

Luo Su was left speechless.

In the office.

Qiao Mo saw that there was a microwave oven in the office, so she held the lunch box to herself and stood up, "I'll go heat up the dishes."

Xiao Yan took the lunchbox away from her bosom and asked: "Does your legs hurt anymore?"

Qiao Mo looked at his back, and muttered in a low voice: "It's not that my legs are in pain anyway …"

"Where does it hurt?"

"There. Eh … "It doesn't hurt anywhere."

When the man finished heating up the food, Qiao Mo sat obediently beside him and ate together with him.

Biting his chopsticks, he asked, "Are you really not going to eat a big meal with me?"

Xiao Yan shot a glance at her, staring at her small mouth that was chewing on a pair of chopsticks, his gaze sinking, his body drawing closer, "You like biting on chopsticks so much?"

Qiao Mo immediately stopped biting, he had said before that biting the chopsticks was impolite.

"Chest pain?" A large, cool palm was stretched out between her moons. "Or is it here?"

Qiao Mo's little face was bright red, as she stammered, "No …"

"Let me rub it."

Qiao Mo: "..."

Qiao Mo came out of his embrace bashfully, "I'm going to the bathroom!"

Xiao Yan smiled slightly.

Staring at that delicate back view, he couldn't help but feel it in his heart. Even though he knew that her relationship with Rong Chengmo was not ordinary, he still knew that …

Yet it was still towards her. She couldn't lose her temper, and she couldn't feel cold at all.

Luo Su knocked on the door and entered, seeing that Xiao Yan was really eating in the office, "President Xiao, do you want me to negotiate with her? Her pestering you like this must have caused you a great deal of trouble. "

"Do you think she's got me in trouble?"

In reality, he did not dislike Qiao Mo's pestering, sticking to people and also … She occasionally acted like this.

Although she acted weak and spoiled towards him just in order to redeem her dignity and face in front of Luo Su, it seemed like she had changed her mind as she spoke in her soft and gentle voice.

"President Xiao, she is …?"

Even when Xiao Ru Qing announced the engagement of Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo to the outside world, she did not report it to the media, but had only caused quite a sensation during the charity banquet.

Most people still did not know where Mrs. Xiao's position was and who exactly was sitting there.

"She's just an insignificant woman, is she worth Assistant Luo being concerned about?"

Just as Qiao Mo opened the door and stood behind the bathroom door, she heard a cold voice.

Qiao Mo's gaze just happened to land on Xiao Yan's cold face, Mu Mo said coldly.

It wasn't like he was joking.

Her small white hand was tangled in a knot on the doorknob.

Could it be that he felt that she, Mrs. Xiao, had humiliated him?

Lowering her clear eyes, she laughed bitterly. That's right, how could she forget that Xiao Yan never liked to confess their relationship in front of outsiders?

Even though she already had his child.