C127 In the narrow fitting room, he say elope

Qiao Mo followed the three designers of the company's Design Department out of the company and went to Gao Dingdang's shop to pick out a dress.

Three women for one, adding Qiao Mo, there were four.

The four girls sat on the same carriage. Qiao Mo leaned on the window as he listened quietly to their discussion on high-end skin care products, the new season's discount branded bag, high heels … Evening dress.

Among them, it was unknown who started the conversation.

"Right, of the four of us, who isn't married?"

Qiao Mo was still immersed in her own thoughts, she did not expect to be called out.

colleague A poked Qiao Mo's arm, "Jolin, what are you thinking about? Aren't you unmarried? "

"Jolin, a distant brother of my husband, has never found a girlfriend. He has a big House in Seahold, has a luxury car, and is paid a million a year. The conditions are pretty good. If you think it's okay, why don't you go out and give it a try?"

"You don't understand Jolin's market. Jolin didn't get married. That's because the conditions are too good and you don't know what kind of man you want to marry."

Qiao Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "How could that be?"

Colleagues C continued: "Jolin, I saw it a few days ago. Your boyfriend drove a black car to bring you to lunch. Jolin, don't be picky about it. If you encounter such good conditions and care about such a gentleman, you can just marry her! Be careful not to get snatched away by others! "

Qiao Mo pursed her lips and laughed lightly, "I should be getting married soon, at that time, both of you will come over."

"Are you for real?" So suddenly? Jolin, is that the wedding ring he gave you on your ring finger? "

Colleagues C turned suddenly, took her hand, and examined the diamond ring on her ring finger.

Qiao Mo was startled, on her ring finger, there was even a wedding ring that Xiao Yan had given her.

Last night when she was taking a bath, she had lathered it a few more times, but still could not remove it.

Colleagues C to fashion grip very tight, eyes are very toxic, any jewelry that appeared in the magazine bag clothes, she seems to be able to have photographic memory.

"Weird, Jolin, didn't your boyfriend propose to you recently? Why is this ring from a magazine from two years ago? Beautiful indeed, but the style is from two years ago. "

Qiao Mo was slightly startled. She withdrew her hand, lowered her eyes, and covered the emotions in them, "Let's go look at the ring together, it's this ring we like."

"I've also discovered that Jolin likes things that have an era in them. In your design, there are also some elements that have an age in them. I like the season."

Qiao Mo curled her lips and laughed bitterly, "It is only natural for people to like new life and hate the old. I was too stupid to forget the old things, and I wanted to look ahead. "

She also hoped that she would be able to accept new things and new people.

However, she liked the old ones.

Soon, they arrived at Gao Dingdang's store.

The most famous storefront in Seahold was the set store of the Seahold.

Two years ago, Qiao Mo started a fight with Su Tu at Gao Ding's store for the sake of a qipao. In the end, the qipao was also torn apart.

She didn't expect that she would still remember so clearly what had happened so long ago.

With a wry smile, he followed his colleague into Heisley.

The three colleagues all ran over to the dress area, but Qiao Mo just happened to walk over to the qipao area.

She extended her hand to take a look at the qipao that she had taken a fancy to, but the shop assistant walked over and politely praised, "This young lady has very good eyesight. This qipao's complexion and figure are very good, you will definitely look good if you wear it. You can try the fitting room. "

Qiao Mo nodded, and just as she was about to bring it to the fitting room to try on.

She heard a familiar voice — —

"Brother Xiao, let's go check out the qipao area."

Qiao Mo's fingers were slightly stiff.

Song Xiazhi...

She raised her head, only to see Song Xiazhi holding onto Xiao Yan's arm, slowly walking over.

The other party had also noticed her presence.

The expression in Song Xiazhi's eyes was first filled with disgust, and then, it was concealed flawlessly. "Sister Qiao, you're also looking at the qipao? To think that... "What a coincidence."

Song Xiazhi held Xiao Yan's arm and walked over with graceful steps. Her gaze landed on the cheongsam in Qiao Mo's hands. She raised her little face, pointed at the cheongsam in Qiao Mo's hands, and smiled at Xiao Yan. "Big Brother Xiao, I want the cheongsam that has the same style as Sister Qiao. I think that's the one that suits me the best. "

Qiao Mo avoided Xiao Yan's burning gaze and turned her face away.

The clerk said apologetically, "This lady here, this qipao is a limited amount of money, there's only one … Why don't you take a look at the other styles? "We also have some good styles here …"

Before the shop assistant finished speaking, Song Xiazhi stared at Qiao Mo, and said word by word: "I like the one in Sister Qiao's hands."

Xiao Yan slightly frowned, "Understood, don't mess around!"

Song Xiazhi felt wronged, "Big Brother Xiao, I'm not messing around …"

Qiao Mo sneered, curled her lips, and said generously: "Since Mrs. Xiao likes this qipao, then I'll let you have it."

"Sister Qiao, don't be offended, I really liked this qipao at first glance."

Xiao Yan could no longer hold it in, his thin lips twitched, and said sullenly: "There is always a first come first serve, and this qipao, is what Qiao Mo was looking for first. If you know, go pick something else."

Song Xiazhi had yet to complain about her emotions when she heard Qiao Mo's calm voice. It did not carry any emotion as she said: "Mr. Xiao does not need to follow the rules like that, after all, Mrs. Xiao does not mind coming in first. Clothes are like this, men are like this, they always pick the ones they like first. "

When Qiao Mo sneered, a pair of crystal clear eyes would become enchanting. She stared at the guilty Song Xiazhi at the side.

Song Xiazhi bit her lips, "Sister Qiao, if you have something to say, just say it, no need to beat around the bush and scold me!"

"Since you like to sit on the right seat, then I have nothing to explain."

Qiao Mo threw the cheongsam in her hands into Song Xiazhi's arms, "I will give the cheongsam to you."

As Qiao Mo left with her head held high and her chest held high, she lowered her head again and covered it to Song Xiazhi's ears. She whispered to him in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "You also use men that I have used before, Song Xiazhi, how can you be so lowly?"

Song Xiazhi was so angry that her face turned red and white on the spot.

Qiao Mo laughed enchantingly as she turned around to head towards the dress area.

She clearly remembered every single thing Song Xiazhi had done two years ago to hurt her and her child. She was not the Holy Mother, it was simply impossible for her to release the hatred she had towards Song Xiazhi!

If Qiao Mo really wanted to deal with Song Xiazhi, it would not stop there.

In the huge mirror, Qiao Mo saw the pale, lifeless face.

After two years, how could she not know him?

She became dull, taciturn, and sullen.

Song Xiazhi who was in the qipao area had obtained the qipao that Qiao Mo had set her eyes on, but she chose to give up on it.

Xiao Yan was waiting outside, but his gaze continued to search for Qiao Mo's figure.

In the huge mirror, he could see Qiao Mo holding onto a set of formal clothes and preparing to enter the changing room.

He got up from the sofa and strode over, one long leg pressing against the door of the fitting room.

Qiao Mo was furious, "Why, Mr. Xiao brought his wife here to pick out the clothes, and now he is blocking my way to the fitting room, what is going on?"

Xiao Yan squeezed his way in.

The door to the fitting room was abruptly closed.

In the narrow space, the two of them were alone, facing each other.

Qiao Mo began to feel that the surrounding air had been sucked dry, and even breathing had become difficult.

She pretended to be calm and sneered: "Mr. Xiao, what exactly do you want to do? "Aren't you afraid that your wife will see us in a small fitting room? What will she think?"

"I apologize for my actions."

"You're you, she's her. I won't accept your apology!"

The flame in Qiao Mo's chest burned even more vigorously. Even she did not know this, but the reason for her anger was only because from Xiao Yan's mouth, he had described his close relationship with Song Xiazhi.

The man stood tall and straight, pressing closer, his gaze aggressive, slender beautiful big hands, holding her hand, his ten fingers interlaced on the wall, his breath was only 0.01 mm away from her, hot breath, almost burning her body.

"Qiao Mo, let me ask you one last time, do you really have no feelings for me anymore?"

"Yes." She raised her head and fearlessly met his cold and deep eyes, "Even if I have feelings for you, so what? Don't forget, not only do you have a wife, but you also have children. "

"If you have feelings for me, no one will be able to find us if we leave this place."

His gaze was so serious and focused.

Qiao Mo was stunned for a moment, as if she had returned to that night two years ago when she was staying in the Qingcheng. She hugged her tightly and asked her if she wanted to elope with him, to go to a place where no one could find them.

At that time, she had rejected him. But now …

Qiao Mo laughed bitterly, "Mr. Xiao, are you daydreaming? You ran away with me. What about your wife and children? What about my fiancé? "

Xiao Yan's fingers gradually loosened their grip. His handsome face drooped slightly, and a grey shadow appeared at the corner of his thin lips. He looked lonely and lonely, "I was only joking, what's the point of taking it seriously?"

Qiao Mo's heart was moved in an instant.

She turned around and no longer looked at him, "Xiao Yan, we really can't do this anymore. You have your responsibilities, I have my life, that's all. "Okay?"

If he hadn't been sick and forgotten about her, he wouldn't have been with Song Xiazhi, nor would he have allowed Song Xiazhi to become pregnant.

However, there was no 'if' in all of this.

After Xiao Yan left the room, he squatted in the changing room, covered his mouth and endured his tears.

She bit her lips to prevent herself from crying.

— Qiao Mo, wake up, she is already someone else's husband. She might even be someone else's father.

After choosing his attire, walking out of Gao Dingdang's store and getting on the carriage, Qiao Mo did not speak again for the rest of the journey.

Her face was very pale, like a ghost girl's. After arriving at the hotel, she sat in the car and fixed her makeup before her appearance.

On the other side, Song Xiazhi was wearing a qipao as she sat next to Xiao Yan. Holding his hand, he gently asked: "Brother Xiao, where did you go when I was trying on your clothes earlier? When I came out, I wanted you to look for me, but I couldn't find you. "

Xiao Yan's expression was extremely cold, and did not look any different than usual. He said very perfunctorily: "Go outside and smoke a cigarette."

Song Xiazhi could not ask further.

When he reached the venue for the charity banquet, the woman standing beside Xiao Yan was destined to be the center of attention.

There was no lack of people talking to Xiao Yan.

"President Xiao, may I ask who this lady is?"

Xiao Yan said indifferently: "Mrs. Xiao."

That person had some doubts. He remembered that two years ago, he saw Mrs. Xiao at a banquet.

However, on the surface, he still said respectfully: "Mrs. Xiao, hello. You're even prettier than you were two years ago. I don't even know you. "

Xiao Yan frowned slightly.

Song Xiazhi's face was slightly pale, "You must have remembered wrongly. Two years ago, I was like that, without any changes."

Xiao Yan was not in the mood to deal with all this, he glanced around, only to see a slim figure, who did not stay for long at the banquet, leaving the main hall.

He patted Song Xiazhi's shoulder, "Stay here for a while, I'm going to the washroom."

After which, he strode forward and followed the frail figure in front of him.