C76 Observed Valentine's Day

The night before Qiao Mo was to be discharged, Xiao Yan stood alone in the hospital corridor. Her mood was heavy as she took out a cigarette from her box and was about to light it up when her finger holding the lighter suddenly stopped.

In the end, he put the cigarette back into the box.

He had promised Qiao Mo that he wouldn't smoke.

He went to the main doctor's office and asked about Qiao Mo's recent illness again.

The main doctor said sincerely to Xiao Yan: "Since the patient doesn't want to think about those unpleasant things, then why did Mr. Xiao force the patient to think about them? Moreover, it was not that Mrs. Xiao lost his memories, nor was it that he did not remember the past, but just that he was not willing to bring it up. Isn't that good? Let the past be the past, holding on to the present is the right thing to do. "

If Qiao Mo truly thought like that, then Xiao Yan wouldn't be worried at all. What was scary was that right now, Qiao Mo was intentionally trying to be nice to him so that he could have an opportunity to leave him.

Qiao Mo's attitude, was it simply because she had thought it through?

Previously, when he had placed her under house arrest in New Garden, she had no way of escaping. But now, was she preparing to flee from his side at any time?

… ….

Returning to the ward, Xiao Yan's emotions remained indifferent.

"We can leave the hospital tomorrow."

Qiao Mo, who was reading a magazine on the sickbed, saw Xiao Yan enter the sickroom. She raised her eyes and looked at him with a sweet and clear smile.

"What's the matter with you?"

Xiao Yan looked to be deep in thought, and it was not easy at all.

"Nothing."

Qiao Mo leaned over, her soft little hand holding onto his big hand which was hanging on the side of his pants, she lightly pulled on his long fingers, looking like she wanted to say something but hesitated, causing Xiao Yan to laugh uncontrollably.

"What do you want to tell me?"

Qiao Mo pulled him to sit by the side of the sickbed, and bit her lips: "Um … I want to discuss something with you. Previously, I was suspended from school due to pregnancy, but now … "

Speaking of children, a flash of pain passed through Qiao Mo's eyes, but very quickly, she lowered her eyes and covered it up. She pursed her lips and continued: "Now that I'm fully recovered, I want to return to school and continue studying, okay?"

Xiao Yan retracted his gaze, the light in his eyes was cold and piercing, his thin lips curved upwards, "All of the changes you've made in the past few days were actually for this purpose, Qiao Mo, right?"

The finger Qiao Mo used to hold his large hand stiffened slightly.

"I didn't... I just feel that the past is all in the past, and I mean nothing else. "

Perhaps it was because of Xiao Yan's sudden indifference that caused Qiao Mo's mood to become somewhat low.

Xiao Yan's mood seemed to be just too firm. After the two of them had been in a stalemate for a while, Qiao Mo could only lower her head and muttered in a slightly disappointed voice, "Forget it, since you don't like it, just pretend I never said anything."

The small hand that was holding his big hand was falling down from his palm, and at the end of the fingertip's contact, it was firmly grasped by him.

Qiao Mo looked at him in astonishment, "Eh?"

"As you wish."

The man indifferently spat out these four words without any emotion. However, to Qiao Mo, these four words were as good as gold.

The little girl instantly went from being depressed to being exceptionally happy and excited. Her wet eyes stared at him with wide opened eyes and asked in disbelief, "Are you for real? You aren't trying to coax me, are you? "

Xiao Yan slightly nodded, his large hands stroking her soft and tender hands, "I didn't coax you."

It was just permission for her to continue with her studies. Was there a need to be so excited?

Could it be that obediently staying by his side and being a obedient Mrs. Xiao made her this unhappy?

Since she wanted to go study, then he would let her go. Could it be that he, Xiao Yan, couldn't bear to see someone living in Seahold?

"Xiao Yan, thank you."

As long as she could go to school, then … She would have ample opportunity … Leave him.

The gaze Qiao Mo looked at him with was clearly sincere, and even revealed a hint of unconcealable love and affection. However, Xiao Yan's keen senses told him that she wanted to leave him.

Heh, leave! Without his permission, even if she were to put on wings, it would be impossible for her to escape!

Qiao Mo's ring finger went cold, she lowered his head and saw that it was the wedding ring that had been thrown into the sewer.

The man slowly slipped the ring into her ring finger and said, "Don't take it off again. If you throw it again, I won't let you off lightly."

When he said those words, his expression was calm, and he didn't seem angry at all. In fact, even his gaze didn't waver. However, it wasn't hard to hear an order that he couldn't refuse from his mouth.

Qiao Mo acted dumb, nodded her head, then tightened her grip on the ring on his hand, "Alright, I won't throw it away."

Acting, continue acting. He wanted to see how long she would be able to persevere for.

"Alright, be good and go to sleep."

The man helped her tuck her in, causing Qiao Mo to lie down obediently.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" the little woman asked, blinking her large eyes.

"I'll sleep after you sleep."

Qiao Mo laughed, closed her eyes and sweetly fell asleep.

… ….

In the middle of the night, Qiao Mo lightly patted the man beside him.

"Xiao Yan? Xiao Yan? Are you asleep? "

The man did not make any sound. She sized him up, and after confirming that Xiao Yan was asleep, she reached for the phone on the table.

With the password, Qiao Mo was stunned. After thinking for a few seconds, she entered the date of Xiao Yan's birthday, showing an error.

What exactly was the password for Xiao Yan's phone?

Just as Qiao Mo was at a loss for what to do, unintentionally or unintentionally, the man beside her flipped over and placed his arm around her waist.

Qiao Mo was so shocked that she grabbed her phone and did not dare to move.

The little hand climbed onto his arm, lightly shook, and softly called out to him: "Xiao Yan?"

Still no response.

Qiao Mo slowly breathed in and tried another password. This time, for the first time ever, she opened it.

For a moment, she was stunned, because the password was her birthday.

She slightly turned her head and looked at the handsome face of the man sleeping beside her. The man sleeping beside her didn't have that much coldness and sharpness, instead, he looked like a large boy who had been casted into a feather. Kiss him on the lips.

In fact, Qiao Mo did indeed put her lips close to his and lightly kissed the corner of his lips.

She mournfully looked at Xiao Yan, and mumbled in a low voice, "If not for Song Xiazhi, and if not for the loss of children … Maybe I still choose to love you, but Ah Yan, it's too late. "

She had nothing left, and would never be able to reunite with him.

Perhaps, there had never been such a thing as breaking through the mirror and regaining one's senses, because there had never been a perfect completion between the two of them.

It had always been hers alone … It's just love and wishful thinking.

Qiao Mo took down all the recent records of his conversation, and all the bits and pieces of the conversation between him and Song Xiazhi, Qiao Mo took them all, not sparing a single detail.

If he wanted to win this case, then he must win beautifully on the evidence that Xiao Yan cheated and overpower his all at once.

She didn't want to confront him, but she really couldn't take it anymore. Divorce was the only way out for her and him.

After Qiao Mo collected the evidence, he returned his phone back to its original position, closed her eyes, and just like before, she laid down in his arms and slept soundly.

The man pressing down on her head suddenly opened his black eyes.

She was willing to pay any price just to stay by his side, collect evidence of his cheating, and divorce him!

… ….

The morning of the second day, Qiao Mo left the hospital.

Fifteen minutes later, Qiao Mo who was sitting in the front passenger seat suddenly felt that something was wrong.

This wasn't the way back to the Xiao family.

"Where are we going?"

Xiao Yan stretched out his big hand and held onto her small hand that was on his knee, "Let's go back to Valentine's Day, hm?"

Qiao Mo was startled, he... Was this to make up for Valentine's Day?

On Valentine's Day, he was with Song Xiazhi, and she was with Rong Chengmo.

What a terrible marriage, what need was there to make up for it?

Qiao Mo frowned, "Sure, but, what are we going to do?"

"Date, do everything you want to do."

Xiao Yan turned his eyes and looked at her deeply.

Qiao Mo almost lost herself in those deep eyes.

… ….

The two of them held hands like an ordinary couple and walked on the main road.

When the light turned green, Qiao Mo leaned on his shoulder.

The weather in Seahold hadn't gotten warm yet, so it was a bit cold.

Qiao Mo's hands became cold, and with a turn of her body, a small pair of hands reached into Xiao Yan's open overcoat.

A pair of arms wrapped around his waist.

"Ugh …" "It's so cold."

Xiao Yan's chin was pressed down on top of her head, he reached out and wrapped her whole body inside his coat, "This way, will it be better?"

Qiao Mo suddenly wanted to act like a spoiled child, probably because she had thought of today as a Valentine's Day day. Although the weather wasn't very sunny, Qiao Mo put down those unpleasant things, and only thought of doing it with her heart as the last time she would indulge herself, but it was also very sweet of him.

Thinking about the old man in her family, although he was stern and old-fashioned and was a little fierce, but now that he had wrapped her in his arms like this, she felt that … So safe.

His body became light, and before Qiao Mo could react, he was carried.

Xiao Yan carried her and headed towards the movie theater, "Do we look like a pair of kangaroos?"

Perhaps it was because they were about to part soon, or perhaps it was because this false sweetness made Qiao Mo's eyes a little hot. She had just eaten her fill, she was so heavy …

Sniffing his nose, Qiao Mo hugged his neck and said softly: "Little Kangaroo is so cold, can I trouble Big Kangaroo to quickly bring little Kangaroo to find a safe haven?"

"The big kangaroo is going to take the little kangaroo away from the wind--"

Xiao Yan immediately hoisted the little person in his arms onto his shoulder.

Qiao Mo was struck so hard that she started to feel uncomfortable.

His small hands couldn't help but tighten around her.

She didn't know if using Xiao Yan was right or wrong to deceive her, but thinking about how she would be standing in front of him in a court battle in the near future, her heart felt as if it was being ruthlessly crushed by a large truck.

Xiao Yan... I'm sorry.

After exiting the movie theater, it was unknown if it was because he was moved by the plot of the movie or because it gave birth to feelings when he saw the scenery, Qiao Mo suddenly threw himself at Xiao Yan's neck.

The man fell into a deep sleep, and his hand stiffened behind her back.

A few seconds later, it gently landed on her slender back.

Her thin lips lightly kissed her ear. "Next time, I won't let you see tragedy."

Qiao Mo's eyes turned sour, she bit her lips and laughed, "But I feel that it can't be considered a tragedy, at least the male and female protagonists love each other, and love won't be separated because of time and space."

Was there a next chance? This might be the last time.

Xiao Yan seemed to have understood the hidden meaning behind Qiao Mo's words, as he lightly sighed, and spoke with a domineering tone, "As long as you're alive, there's a chance for you to make the other party fall in love, isn't that right?"

Qiao Mo smiled faintly. That's right, she was confident in herself since she was the one who made him Xiao Yan. Indeed, she had the qualifications to make others fall in love with him easily.

But he, he said, never loved anyone.

Qiao Mo looked up into his black eyes and suddenly stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.

At the entrance of the crowded movie theater, she kissed him without any hesitation.

Qiao Mo said with disdain in a low voice, "Your lips are so dry …"

Xiao Yan used his strength to hold onto her waist and deepen this kiss: "Then help me apply the lipstick more carefully."

The lipstick on her lips was smeared all over his thin lips.