C60 Powerful Men

After eating, Xiao Yan called Luo Su.

"Send a set of winter clothes over."

When Qiao Mo heard this, she subconsciously looked at her. The man's deep black eyes glanced at her abdomen and spoke into the phone: "M number."

Only then did Qiao Mo relax. Originally, she had more than enough money to wear # S clothes, but after she became pregnant, even though she did not get fat, her 4 month old stomach had stopped her from wearing any clothes.

… ….

When Luo Su brought the clothes over to the office, she stared coldly at Qiao Mo's stomach with his almond eyes, as a trace of astonishment and astonishment flashed past his eyes.

Ever since she met Qiao Mo in the afternoon, she had been wearing a large man's shirt. At this moment, her gaze fell on her round stomach, and was able to discern some clues.

This woman … It seemed like he was already pregnant with the child of the President Xiao?

Xiao Yan instructed indifferently: Leave your clothes here, you can go out.

Luo Su nodded, and said respectfully: "Okay."

… ….

Qiao Mo carried the set of clothes that Luo Su had brought and entered the resting room.

He took off his clothes and was about to put them on when the door to the lounge suddenly opened with a "click".

Qiao Mo subconsciously held onto his clothes, and stacked it in front of the hump, as she stared at the person in front of him with caution.

Xiao Yan looked at her with his black eyes, and walked towards her steadily.

Qiao Mo's face heated up and she immediately lowered her clear eyes, intending to quickly put on her clothes.

However, his slender wrist had been grabbed by a slender hand.

"Come to the company later and call me first."

His palm was warm and cold, and a cold sensation was seeping from his fingertips. It flowed along Qiao Mo's skin and into her blood, and hurt a little.

Qiao Mo bit her lip, raised her eyes and looked at him with hidden patience, and eventually agreed. "Got it."

See, he just thought she had disgraced him by coming to the company.

Xiao Yan's sharp black eyes stared at her drooping neck, gently bending over in an elegant manner. Her neck, pursed his lips and spoke indifferently: "I don't like my wife, appearing in public outside."

In particular, she was pregnant. If something happened, who would take responsibility?

Qiao Mo swallowed her saliva, her heart sour.

Actually, he didn't want her to appear in front of others. To put it bluntly, she could pretend that she didn't know him at all and wouldn't embarrass him.

… ….

After Qiao Mo changed her clothes, she came out from the resting room and saw Xiao Yan working at his desk.

Xiao Yan had heard that Xiao's was about to start a large project and did not plan to go home with her.

"Xiao Yan, I will go home first."

She stood there quietly and said.

Xiao Yan paused for a moment as he looked at the documents, then shifted his gaze away. Staring at her delicate hands that were holding onto the lunchbox, he said, "I'll get Zhao Qian to send you back."

Qiao Mo looked at him. He was sitting on the black executive chair, and behind him was a large area of transparent and clean French windows.

Even though they were merely a few steps away, Qiao Mo felt that they were separated by a thousand mountains and ten thousand water, unable to cross over no matter what.

She opened her mouth to refuse, "There's no need, I've already called the Uncle Wang to come pick it up. "Go ahead, I'll take my leave."

Qiao Mo carried her empty lunchbox and walked out of the room with her head lowered. When she reached the door, she couldn't help but turn around once.

With a small loss in his heart, he gradually enlarged. Sighing lightly, he turned around and left the office.

When Qiao Mo entered the elevator, she was stopped by Luo Su.

"Miss Qiao, President Xiao is very busy, I hope that you do not come to our company to disturb his work in the future."

Qiao Mo did not have a good impression of this woman, "I understand."

In the future, even if Xiao Yan invited her, she would not come again. In front of others, she had tried so hard to distance herself from their relationship.

He lowered his head and was about to step into the elevator.

The melodious voice of a woman rang out from behind him in a cold and harsh manner.

"Also, take this cheque, I hope that after you take this money, you can find another customer. You know, President Xiao and you are not people of the same world. I hope that Miss Qiao will take care of himself. By the end of the fight, the only one who will be injured will be you. "

Luo Su stuffed the cheque into her hands and laughed coldly. She turned around haughtily, seemingly thinking of something as she turned her head around and looked at her slightly bulging abdomen mockingly, "Oh, right, I don't care who the child in your stomach belongs to, go and beat it all up. President Xiao would never accept this child. Since you're still young, don't overestimate your own potential and ruin it. Just take care of yourself. "

Qiao Mo raised her head slightly, laughed out loud, then turned around to look at Luo Su. She pinched the cheque in her hand, and said with a small bite of her lips: "Did Xiao Yan tell you to do this?"

"Does it matter? I have followed President Xiao for ten years, so even Special Aide Zhao might not know President Xiao better than I do. "

Qiao Mo was about to crush the cheque in her hand, she coldly said to Luo Su: "Whether or not it's Xiao Yan's orders, I feel that you are only an assistant, so you should respect Mrs. Xiao a little more when you speak of it."

Luo Su's brows fiercely knitted, and the three words "Mrs. Xiao" stabbed into her ears like needles. She asked back in disbelief, "What did you say? Heh, you are Mrs. Xiao? "

"I don't care what Xiao Yan thinks, but the fact that I am Mrs. Xiao is a fact. You go and tell him, it's fine if he admits it, or if he doesn't, but as long as I stay on his marriage certificate for one day, I will be Mrs. Xiao."

… ….

The moment the elevator door closed, Qiao Mo could see from the reflection of the glass that the woman inside was crying.

She touched it, wet and warm.

He clearly had the upper hand in words, but he actually made himself cry. Qiao Mo, oh Qiao Mo, you are so stupid.

After Qiao Mo got off the elevator, she ran all the way out of the Xiao's building.

The traffic at the crossroads was very fast. She could barely make out her surroundings as she ran forward, but she was pulled back several steps by a force.

The man's voice was gentle as he bent over and whispered into her ear: "Why aren't you looking at the road?"

Qiao Mo looked up, "Mr. Rong..."

Rong Chengmo lifted his lips and stared at her completely red eyes. Half of it was a joke, and the other half was a serious question, "Why is it that every time I see you, you're always in a bad mood?"

Qiao Mo was speechless, and only bit her lips.

"Where are you going?" "My car is right here, why don't I give you a lift?"

"No need." She pulled her wrist away from his hand.

Rong Chengmo raised his eyes and looked at the Xiao's building, he was extremely patient, and asked with a smile: Did you fight with Xiao Yan?

Only couples had the right to quarrel. How was and her? Xiao Yan was so high up, what did she have the ability to quarrel with him?

Shaking his head, he didn't deny it.

"Let's go, I'll send you off!"

Qiao Mo remembered that Xiao Yan had always kept her at a distance from him. Although she never knew if there was any hatred or misunderstanding between the two of them, he still had his guard up as he faintly rejected him with a smile: "No need, I've already gotten the driver to pick it up."

"Is that so? "Since you've already called the driver, why are you still rushing towards the crossroads?" Rong Chengmo mercilessly exposed her lies.

Qiao Mo was helpless, she laughed awkwardly.

"Okay, you don't want me to send you off, but it's not good to stand in the cold wind at night, right? There's a coffee shop over there. It just so happens that I have to wait for your driver to pick you up? "

Rong Chengmo teased.

Qiao Mo laughed, at this point, she could no longer refuse him. Since she did not want to go home now, she might as well go to the coffee shop.

"Alright."

… ….

In the coffee shop.

Rong Chengmo ordered a cup of Southern Mountain while Qiao Mo ordered a cup of hot water to hold it in her hand.

Rong Chengmo saw her bulging stomach with his sharp eyes, and asked: "Are you pregnant?"

Qiao Mo let out a light "Ah," and recovered from her absent-mindedness. Her small white hand subconsciously reached into her abdomen. "Yeah."

"Xiao Yan's child?"

Qiao Mo nodded her head in panic.

Rong Chengmo muttered to himself for a while, stared at her delicate little face, and seemed to have something to say: "Qiao Mo, there are some things I don't know whether or not I should say."

Qiao Mo raised her head and looked at him suspiciously. She frowned, and did not understand what he meant.

"Because I feel that I have known you for a long time, there are some things that I want to tell you in advance. Otherwise … You'll get too hurt. "

Qiao Mo laughed, "What does Mr. Rong want to say? How could I be hurt? "

If she was fine, what harm would she suffer?

"You should have seen Su Painting before. I don't know if anyone said that you really look like Su Painting." Everyone in the circle knew that Su Hua had even committed suicide for Xiao Yan … "So much so …"

"Even what?" Qiao Mo asked subconsciously.

Rong Chengmo stared at her wet and clear eyes and laughed, as if he was helpless and powerless to help. "Su Painting even lost a child for Xiao Yan."

Qiao Mo's face turned pale white.

"Oh, so it's like that."

She lowered her head and held the cup of hot water, but she was completely lost in thought. The water in the cup suddenly swayed and scalded her fingers.

The pain made her cry out in pain.

Rong Chengmo immediately stood up and grabbed her hot hands, and asked: What's wrong?

Before Qiao Mo could pull her finger away, she heard a clear and cold male voice!

"What are all of you doing?!"

Qiao Mo looked towards the familiar voice and saw that her face was pale white, and she quickly pulled her finger away from Rong Chengmo's hand.

Xiao Yan was dressed in a black overcoat, which made his complexion turn even more chilly and fair. When he walked over, he carried a strong sense of killing intent and coldness with him!

His sharp eyes closely examined Rong Chengmo and Qiao Mo.

When the man walked closer, Qiao Mo wanted to explain, but she was grabbed by the wrist, and pulled forcefully into the man's embrace.

It was as if he had declared his ownership, domineering and irrepressible!

Qiao Mo bit her lips, "Xiao Yan, don't misunderstand …. There's nothing between Mr. Rong and I … "

However, Xiao Yan did not hear her at all. With his hands, he tightly grabbed her waist, and when he looked at Rong Chengmo, his gaze was especially cold and murderous.

"I never thought that Mr. Rong would be interested in a married woman!"

Rong Chengmo laughed and threw up his hands, "It was just a misunderstanding, President Xiao wouldn't make a big deal out of it."

Just as Qiao Mo wanted to speak up again, she was met with a fierce glare from the cold gaze above her head.

He had to give up.

… ….

Exiting the coffee shop, Xiao Yan carried Qiao Mo onto the carriage.

Along the way, Maybach walked slowly.

Xiao Yan leaned silently on the black leather chair, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Qiao Mo bit her lips and finally mustered up the courage to speak, "Xiao Yan, between Mr. Rong and I … "It's really nothing."

The man's black eyes abruptly opened — —

"Will he hold your hand? "Why would you guys sit in a coffee shop and chat with each other for no reason at all?!"