C140 Love in One Body

The snow outside the window made the entire ward seem especially bright.

After Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo finished their fight, they left the sickroom with calm and collected faces.

As Qiao Mo sat alone on the sickbed, the originally peaceful atmosphere between the two of them once again stiffened.

Qiao Mo covered her face and sighed deeply.

Xiao Yan, who was standing outside the ward, had never left. He frowned and stood in the corridor of the small clinic, leaning against the white wall with his jade body, frowning and smoking.

Occasionally, a nurse who passed by reminded him kindly, "Sir, no smoking is allowed here, please put it out."

Xiao Yan's heart was agitated as he quietly stubbed out the scarlet cigarette at the tip of his finger.

His thumb and forefinger were a little black from the heat.

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. The caller ID showed that it was Zhao Qian.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

On the other side, Zhao Qian replied, "Boss, Miss Song Xiazhi has been asking about your itinerary. She said that she hadn't seen you for a few days and that she couldn't get through to you on the phone."

"For the time being, don't mention the matter of me coming to the Switzerland. Just say that I'm on a business trip and I'll be back in a while. "

After he finished instructing, he hung up the phone. Qiao Mo who was standing at the back of the ward looked at his silhouette in a daze.

He found it hilarious.

The one who was clearly on his marriage certificate, the honorable Mrs. Xiao, was still her, yet he was going to hide her, like a shameful third party.

Qiao Mo bit her lips, wanting to call him in, but in the end she turned and went back into the sickroom.

… ….

Sea City, Xiao Family Villa.

These few days, Song Xiazhi's mind was not at ease.

She kept calling Big Brother Xiao's phone, but no one answered or turned off their phone.

Assistant Zhao said that Big Brother Xiao went on a business trip, but if it was a normal business trip, why didn't he pick up her phone?

He seemed to be avoiding something.

Could it be … Brother Xiao went to New York to find Qiao Mo? The two of them are together now?

As long as she thought that Xiao Yan could possibly be with Qiao Mo, her heart would not be at ease.

As long as Qiao Mo gave Big Brother Xiao her marriage certificate, she wouldn't be able to rest in peace.

She lowered her head and looked at her exposed, flat lower abdomen. Her hands slowly stroked it. This child was her only, final bargaining chip!

She sent a message to Xiao Yan. Her tone was very gentle, as if she was a husband on a business trip, reminding him to pay attention to his wife.

"Big brother Xiao, no matter how busy you are at work, don't forget to eat. You're not alone anymore, you still have me and baby."

She knew that Xiao Yan was not an ungrateful person, and she had taken care of his kindness for two years, so he would definitely not forget.

The quiet phone in Xiao Yan's pocket vibrated once again. He took out his phone and frowned as he stared at the text messages that lit up on the screen. He did not look carefully, and simply locked onto his phone.

With a slight burning pain on his finger that had been burned black by the cigarette butt, he stuffed the phone back into his coat pocket and went into the ward.

Qiao Mo who was on the sickbed sat quietly, holding a copy of Switzerland's Fashion magazine in her hand. She did not know which corner of the sickroom she found it from, but the magazine was a little crumpled, and she was reading it seriously.

In reality, when Xiao Yan entered the sickroom, he was not paying attention at all. The magazine was right in front of his and there were many different types of English words written on it.

But she just pretended to be so indifferent.

Xiao Yan was dressed in a black overcoat with a cold, white aura, his entire being was composed and calm.

When he walked into the sickroom, his eyes were blazing as he stared at Qiao Mo who had a small face, her face was pale and haggard because of her weakness.

Until Xiao Yan walked to the sickbed and looked down at her from above, coldly saying: "Qiao Mo, follow me back to the country, leave everything to me."

Qiao Mo suddenly closed the magazine in her hand with a "Pa" sound. The anger in her heart rushed to her head and she looked at him with a sneer, "Come back with you, are you going to solve everything? What is your solution? Avoiding the fact that you are about to become the father of an unborn child? "

"Qiao Mo!" He snapped at her.

"Actually, our problem is very easy to solve. Either divorce me, and you continue to be with Song Xiazhi and her children, or …" Qiao Mo coldly snorted, "However, no matter if it's for the sake of the successor of the Xiao Family or for other matters, as long as you're an intelligent person, it's obviously more worthwhile for you to be together with Song Xiazhi than me."

When Qiao Mo said this, the veins on her forehead popped out, filled with anger. Her long and large hands grabbed onto her slender wrist, and almost crushed it!

"Qiao Mo, you have no conscience!"

Last night, they had spent life and death in a snowy cave. Now, these cold words came out of her mouth, 'What the hell …' No heart?

Qiao Mo smiled charmingly, stared at his black eyes that were filled with deep anger, and said word by word: "You are wrong, I was just too considerate, that's why I advised you to divorce me."

He had always been evading Song Xiazhi's call, could it be because he felt that it was a guilty conscience when he was with her?

"You're not allowed to mention the word 'divorce' again!"

Qiao Mo struggled with his wrist, but he held it too tightly, to the point that no matter how much strength she used, she was unable to break free from the bindings.

Qiao Mo was furious to the extreme, and both parties were furious and anxious. She shouted at him hysterically, "Why don't you dare to tell Song Xiazhi about being with me? Aren't you afraid of being a thief? Xiao Yan! You kept saying you wouldn't let me mention the divorce! But every single thing that you've done, has always been biased towards Song Xiazhi! "

Even at this moment, she was still the other half of his marriage certificate.

Xiao Yan was startled. His deep eyes glazed over as he stared at her.

She was furious. She was wearing a hospital gown with wide and striped stripes. It was also possible to see that her chest was heaving.

After staring at her for a few seconds, Xiao Yan suddenly let out a light laugh. His gaze was tight and he grabbed onto her wrist, pulling her into his embrace, "So, you're jealous?"

Qiao Mo frowned, her easily stirred lake of heart, as if someone had spied on her privacy. Her ears were slightly red, but her expression was calm, and she bit her lips and said forcefully: "I just can't take it, obviously the third person is her, but I'm more like a fox who ruined someone's marriage."

She said each word, and it was really aimed at Song Xiazhi.

Qiao Mo was a good-natured girl, but to Song Xiazhi, that woman, she had ruined her love, her marriage, and even caused her to miscarry.

Xiao Yan hugged her, but she was really a little too light. He effortlessly carried her onto his lap, and she sat on his long legs and knees, in his embrace.

In the past two years, they had never been this intimate. At first, Qiao Mo was not used to it, but her eyes trembled as she subconsciously took a quick glance at the door of the ward.

Xiao Yan approached her, buried his face in her neck, and sighed softly: "I know, you're not convinced, but Song Xiazhi took care of me for two years after all. Even if she didn't do anything, he had to work hard. Qiao Mo, you should believe in me. "

Qiao Mo sneered, "Are you confident that Song Xiazhi will be able to live if she leaves you? Are you sure she won't threaten you with the child in her womb? Are you sure I have no grudges against her, or against the child in her womb? "

He was truly too confident. He confidently believed that her love for him would be able to contain everything.

But in love, no matter how much tolerance, but as long as it is love, will not tolerate impurity.

Xiao Yan's gaze was deep, and almost burned Qiao Mo.

His big hands left her body inch by inch. The temperature at his fingertips became very cold and his eyes became even more so as cold as water, "I have never regretted doing anything except letting you go. I have always regretted it. I often think that if I hadn't let you go, this wouldn't have happened. Qiao Mo, I don't want to miss another chance with you. "

His voice was cold and dull, yet it carried a trace of sonorous strength.

Qiao Mo's heart, froze for a moment, bit her lips, and tightly furrowed her brows.

The two of them seemed to be trapped in a swamp at the same time. The more they struggled, the deeper they sunk.

Xiao Yan stood up, took a deep breath, and abruptly pulled his arm.

It was hard to tell where she got the strength from, but all of a sudden, she dragged him onto the bed. Both of them were caught off guard and they fell onto the bed.

Qiao Mo's watery eyes stared into his deep black eyes in a daze, and suddenly reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck. It was unknown if it was a complaint, or a compromise that was too helpless, "Xiao Yan, you bastard!"

She lifted her head, hooked her arms around his neck, and kissed his thin lips.

Xiao Yan was drowsy for a moment, but after he reacted, his hands burned down to his waist, and her back.

Men were the main culprits.

This kiss was burning hot, as if it contained the memories of two years after they had been together.

The door to the ward was locked.

Qiao Mo didn't want to lie to herself anymore. She missed this man, her embrace, his kiss, these were all things that she had converted to.

"Little Mo …"

He kissed her temples and whispered, his voice hoarse and moving.

Qiao Mo's body fiercely trembled. This was the first time he called her "Little Mo" two years later. Qiao Mo slightly closed his eyes as the tears that seeped out from the corner of his eyes slipped into his hair.

She reached out and wrapped her arms tighter around his neck.

He wanted it so urgently, without a trace of skill, but it was as if the longing for each other had been soothed, the longing, the weight, the depth, smashed into her.

Pain …

Her slender fingers clung onto his shoulder, painfully pinching his bones and blood. But only this little bit of pain, and this fierce demand, made Qiao Mo feel that she had truly returned to Xiao Yan's side.

She kissed his cheek, his chin, his neck, and finally stopped at the side of his neck. With a soft and hoarse chuckle, she asked: "Was the 'I love you' you said in the snow cave true or not?"

So stubborn, so inquisitive, so unlike her, and yet it was her.

Xiao Yan grabbed her finger and pressed it onto the pure white bedsheet, his ten fingers interlocked tightly, the ring on Qiao Mo's ring finger was burning his palm.

He suddenly stopped kissing her and snuck onto her body. Looking at her through the air, he frowned his handsome brows and said word by word, "I don't like to make fun of things like this."

Qiao Mo pursed her lips and smiled, she got up and hugged him, then fiercely bit on his shoulder as though she was biting on a bead of blood.

Was he going to murder his husband all of a sudden?

However, she held him tightly and closed her eyes. Finally, she spoke in a hoarse voice, "From the moment I met you, I have been waiting for this answer. Why is it now, that you are willing to speak? "

However, what she did not know was that two years ago, when they had parted, he had also tenderly kissed her on her forehead in the small lodging in Qingcheng, saying "I love you".

It was just that he had forgotten about it, and she had never heard of it before.