C67 just venting

The backseat of the Mai Bach was obviously spacious, but Qiao Mo's entire person was sealed inside this small space, and in this space, it was filled with the cold and manly aura of his body. In this space, Qiao Mo was unable to contain anyone other than Xiao Yan.

The two people's faces were very close, so close that if Qiao Mo raised her head slightly, she could easily kiss's lips.

"You don't want to do what you want, but don't give it to others. Mr. Xiao, have you not learned your language lessons?"

Xiao Yan sneered, and used his slender fingers to pinch her chin. He never realized that this little wife that he picked up was so sharp-tongued, that even he was brought into this pit.

His breath was obviously scorching hot, but it also carried a hint of coldness. It gushed onto her thin skin and caused her to tremble violently.

"Could it be that I have to hold you in my arms and coax you in a soft voice? Little Mo, it's cold outside and you want to go home with your husband? Qiao Mo, are you thinking too much? It's just an arranged marriage between us. "

The four words "arranged marriage" echoed in Qiao Mo's ears for a long time.

Like a spell, it pierced Qiao Mo's ear drums.

Qiao Mo pushed him away slightly, and emotionlessly replied, "I understand."

It looked like she shouldn't have thought too much of herself.

After the two of them separated, they found themselves in the back seat of Maybach.

It was as if two of the most unfamiliar people had gotten into the same car.

… ….

Arriving at the entrance of the hospital, Qiao Mo had no intention to get off the car.

Xiao Yan gracefully left behind a few words: "I had blown the wind tonight, you stay behind to take care of me."

Steadily, he opened his long legs and stepped out of the car.

Like a lord.

As the Big Boss said this, Zhao Qian did not dare to drive Qiao Mo back.

Since Qiao Mo did not move, Zhao Qian could only turn around and seek help from Qiao Mo.

"Madam, I have both old and young friends …"

Qiao Mo did not utter a word, and followed Xiao Yan out of the car.

Along the way, the two maintained a safe distance. Those who didn't know the answer would think that they didn't know each other at all.

The distance was too far, and there was no eye contact, much less physical contact.

Reaching the door of the ward, Xiao Yan let out a long exhale, as if his patience had been grinded to the limit. His heart grew dry for a moment, then he suddenly stretched out his long arm, pulling the small, slow woman behind him into his embrace, pressing her into the wall of the hospital. He lowered his head and fiercely kissed her lips, only stopping when the person in his embrace lowered his baby's body to taste the bloody taste of her sweet mouth.

After a long kiss, he bit her lips again. Her warm breath almost melted Qiao Mo's body.

The four lips seemed to be kissing.

The man's deep voice was somewhat coarse from the fervent kiss, but it was especially mesmerizing and sexy.

"Why are you so far away from me? It's not like I'm going to eat you."

Xiao Yan sounded like a child, and his tone was surprisingly complaining about something.

Qiao Mo lowered her gaze, her thick and curled eyelashes casting a gentle arc under her eyelids, "If you get close enough, others will find out that I'm your wife and embarrass you, right? Instead of waiting for you to deny me, it's better to stay away from you and avoid bringing you trouble. As you said, it's just an agreement between us. "

It was clearly so soft and light that it weighed nothing, but Xiao Yan could hear Qiao Mo's dissatisfaction and decisiveness.

"Still jealous?"

Xiao Yan lifted her lowered face and asked with a frown.

Qiao Mo was confused, "What are you jealous of? I was just talking to you. "

A man's intelligence level wasn't necessarily high. In some ways, Xiao Yan was a retard.

"Aren't you jealous of Song Xiazhi?"

Qiao Mo bit her lips, pushed him away, turned around and entered the ward, while replying, "So what if I'm jealous of her. Besides, our current problem has nothing to do with me being jealous of Song Xiazhi!"

"Why doesn't it matter? Usually when I kiss you, you kiss me back. Today, you didn't react at all to me. "

Xiao Yan stated this fact without hesitation or blush. He knitted his eyebrows, as if he was extremely vexed over this matter.

Qiao Mo turned around and glared at him, then glanced at the ward. There was only one bed.

"Where do I sleep?"

The frown between Xiao Yan's brows deepened, and his thin lips pursed up tight, looking very unhappy: "Qiao Mo, you still haven't answered my question."

"Is it important that I kiss you back? I don't want to answer you! "

She really didn't understand this man. Was he pretending to be stupid, or did he really not know?

It wasn't like she was lacking in constitution. He had hurt her so deeply and was now entangled with other women. Yet, he still asked her to kiss him?

Qiao Mo was rather angry, her small face completely red.

The two of them looked at each other as if they were enemies, Qiao Mo avoided him, "I want to sleep."

It was pulled back by a long arm.

"Don't even think about it." Xiao Yan was tyrannical, he could not get the answer he wanted, and refused to give up, "This matter is very important, even if you don't want to answer, you have to."

Qiao Mo threw her head back and retaliated, "Then answer me too, do you love me or Song Xiazhi?"

His watery eyes met the deep eyes; he was stubborn, he was stubborn. It was uncontrollable.

"I don't love Song Xiazhi!" Xiao Yan flung out his hands in frustration.

How many times did she want him to say this?!

Qiao Mo stared blankly at him, but did not respond.

Until Xiao Yan pinched her wrist and asked her firmly, "Now, you have to answer my question too!"

Qiao Mo bit her lips, "You haven't finished answering my question, you … Since you said that you don't love Song Xiazhi, then what about me? "

She just wanted to know the truest answer in his heart.

Xiao Yan stared at her for a long time, his lips moved, but he did not say a word.

She sighed, disappointment flashing across her eyes. "Alright, stop messing around. Go to sleep."

She would never ask stupid questions again.

Just as she was about to escape from his embrace, she was caught by him once again. He frowned slightly, his expression focused and serious as he stared at her and spoke word by word, "To me, you are a woman and Song Xiazhi is my younger sister. Is that enough? "

Qiao Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and a hint of bitterness appeared on the corner of her mouth.

That's right, to Xiao Yan, she was at most just a woman.

Just venting.

Qiao Mo looked tired and said, "Go to sleep."

Xiao Yan's brows could not keep furrowed. He had even explained why Qiao Mo still ignored him.

"You haven't answered my question!"

Qiao Mo looked at him helplessly, "Kissing is only felt by those who love each other. You don't love me, so why should I kiss you back? "

"Qiao Mo, you love me."

Not a rhetorical question, but a declaration.

This man was extremely arrogant.

Qiao Mo did not speak, she lowered her head and sealed the letter with her kiss.

"You sleep next to me, if you don't want to."

He didn't give her the choice to escape again. Qiao Mo naturally chose to sleep on the same bed as him.

At night, dazed.

His throat was hurting.

It was unknown if it was because of the cold wind during the day, but in the middle of the night, he started to feel dizzy and dizzy.

He couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

However, her thoughts were confused and confused. A big hand reached out to touch her forehead. It was boiling hot.

"Qiao Mo? Qiao Mo? "

Faintly, someone called out to her.

… ….

On the morning of the second day, Qiao Mo was still in a daze as she once again stretched out her big hand.

Fortunately, the fever had subsided.

Otherwise, if she was pregnant, she wouldn't be able to hang up and she wouldn't be able to take medicine. There really was nothing she could do.

When Qiao Mo woke up, her little face was flushed red.

"The fever has just subsided. Be quiet."

Xiao Yan warned her in a low voice, and his black eyes coldly stared at her.

After the fever came a cold, cough and runny nose.

The patient was clearly Xiao Yan, but now, it was Qiao Mo.

Qiao Mo laid on the sickbed exhausted, while Xiao Yan took care of him by the side.

Pregnant women could not take cold medicine, so they had to hold on.

Xiao Yan did not know where he came from, but it was said that he had a cold from drinking pear juice quickly. He bought a cup of steaming hot pear juice outside and let Qiao Mo drink it.

… ….

At night, Qiao Mo slept in a daze, falling into a firm chest.

Her thin lips fell on her soft lips that were like cotton candy.

Qiao Mo could not help but flop twice, and let out a low "wuu wuu" sound. However, she was mesmerized by the suffocating and fervent kiss.

After Xiao Yan kissed her, both of their breathing became unsteady.

Qiao Mo's voice was slightly hoarse, it was especially gentle and pleasant to the ears. Because she was a bit complaining, it sounded even more like she was acting spoiled. I have a cold. "

Wasn't he afraid that she would infect him with a cold?

Xiao Yan curled his lips and did not say another word.

I heard that the person who has a cold will get better if he passes it on to another person.

"Sleep."

Xiao Yan pulled up his blanket and covered her with him.

Qiao Mo: "..."

Did this person change his nature today?

… ….

In the morning of the second day, Qiao Mo roughly managed to get a good night's sleep.

On the other hand, Xiao Yan was a little listless, like a dehydrated vegetable in the refrigerator, leaning against the sickbed in low spirits.

Qiao Mo was suspicious, "Did I infect you with the cold yesterday?"

Xiao Yan was so angry that he snorted lightly, "It worked."

"Hmm? What works? "

Qiao Mo was confused by what she heard, but she did not care.

Following that, Xiao Yan acted like a big boss, half lying on the sickbed, instructing Qiao Mo here and there.

Qiao Mo bought a bowl of hot porridge outside and remained unmoved.

Qiao Mo asked: "Didn't you just say you were hungry?"

Xiao Yan snorted, "Hey."

"What?" Qiao Mo's ears perked up, she did not hear clearly.

"Feed me."

Qiao Mo pouted, and looked at his healthy limbs, "It's not like you've lost your hand, it's just a small cold, why can't you eat by yourself?"

Xiao Yan didn't feel the slightest bit of embarrassment. His black eyes stared at her, "It's because of you that I was injured and hospitalized. Isn't it natural for you to take care of me?"

"..."

Qiao Mo couldn't stand to owe others, she had taken advantage of her.

He could only take the porridge bowl and give it spoonful by spoonful.

As before, he didn't open his mouth.

Qiao Mo frowned, a little impatient. "What now?"

"Hot."

Xiao Yan did not say much, but Qiao Mo could tell from her words that she was not going to give up.

Qiao Mo tried her best to be patient, she blew on her lips and maintained a smile: "Big BOSS, you can open your mouth now."

As he was feeding the beasts mouthful by mouthful, Qiao Mo seemed to be completely unwilling to accept this fact. However, Xiao Yan had a rare smile plastered on her lips.

Just as he finished his porridge, Xiao Yan's phone started to vibrate.

Xiao Yan looked at the caller ID and did not answer.

Qiao Mo was annoyed by the trembling sound, "Why aren't you accepting?"

The man's gaze was indifferent and his voice was steady. "Yes, my hand is broken."

Qiao Mo: "..."

Qiao Mo was so annoyed by him that she did not even look at the caller ID. She immediately picked up the phone.

His tone was somewhat bad. "Hello, who is this?"

"Where's Big Brother Xiao?" I know. "

Qiao Mo's mouth opened and closed, she was shocked, then felt awkward. She swallowed her saliva and gave her phone to Xiao Yan.

"Oh, Miss Song is looking for you."

Qiao Mo probably did not realize that when she said those words, her tone had some resentment.