C142 The man with the worm in his brain!

Xiao Yan laid on the sickbed with his upper body, half lazy and half sexy, and hugged Qiao Mo who was in her arms.

Early in the morning, with the soft fragrance in his chest, Xiao Yan's emotions were once again aroused.

He lowered his head, turned Qiao Mo's body, and was about to kiss her, but she suddenly covered her thin lips.

Qiao Mo winked at him, a rare hint of playfulness in her tone, "Hey, what should I do when the nurses and cleaners come in and see us like this? "Don't mess around."

Xiao Yan slowly sighed, his black eyes staring at her small face as he asked her, "Then what should we do?"

"What do we do? Wake up and get dressed. "

After last night, Qiao Mo truly felt that Xiao Yan was a bug in the brain.

However... Qiao Mo did not dare to think too deeply into the matter of the man who had been vacant for two years. If they were not at the clinic last night, would Xiao Yan's reaction be even greater? She was even more unrestrained.

Xiao Yan was like a lost child who couldn't get the candy. He slightly lowered his bright eyes, "Can't you understand the physiological needs of a man who has been starved for two years?"

With a "puchi" sound, Qiao Mo laughed softly, as if she was coaxing a three year old child.

One was cold and the other was silent. But now, the sun shone brightly outside the window, illuminating the entire snow-white Mount Switzerland. It was as if the darkness at the bottom of their hearts had been completely illuminated.

Xiao Yan stood up unwillingly, the upper part of his body was lean and lean, but he did not put on any clothes.

Qiao Mo took out a white shirt and threw it into his arms, "Quickly put on your clothes, in case you catch a cold."

Just as Qiao Mo was preparing to look around the ward to see if there was anything that she had left behind, her wrist was grabbed by the man lying on the bed.

Unprepared, she fell into his hard, thin chest.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Xiao Yan's chin rested against the top of her head, gently smelling the sweet scent of the stars in her hair. His slender fingers pinched her soft and white fingers, kissing her hair and saying hoarsely: "As Mrs. Xiao, shouldn't you help him put on a shirt?"

Qiao Mo was startled, then raised his eyes and stared at his profound eyes in disbelief.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You … Do you remember something? "

Two years ago, countless times, he'd pulled her out of bed, dozed off, and helped him on with his shirt.

Qiao Mo looked at his black eyes with anticipation and pleasant surprise. But helplessly, she had truly thought too much into it, Xiao Yan had no way of recovering her memories at all.

The man's large hands caressed her hair. "Did I let you help me put on my shirt before?"

"Yeah."

Qiao Mo picked up a white shirt at the side and shook it. She would iron the shirt that Xiao Yan would wear the next day the night before, but now, there was no iron in the clinic.

Her slender fingers carefully twisted the buttons of her white shirt.

Qiao Mo stared at the row of buttons, and laughed uncontrollably: "In the past, you were very rough, so before I woke up, you had already pulled me out of bed and helped you button your shirt. "You probably did it on purpose. If you don't bully me, you'll feel uncomfortable."

When he buttoned the last button, Qiao Mo's hand was just about to leave, and he grabbed onto it.

Xiao Yan pulled her into his embrace, "Xiao Mo, because of me, you've gotten depressed …"

Before he even finished speaking, Qiao Mo had lightly covered his lips.

"Looking at your performance in the future, I will decide not to forgive you."

Xiao Yan smiled, the gloominess of the past few days had finally disappeared like smoke into thin air.

He took her small hand away and held it in his palm, gently kneading it. Their foreheads touched, he joked with her in a serious tone: "If you behave as recklessly as last night, won't you forgive me?"

Qiao Mo's face was slightly red, "Who told you that?"

When this man wasn't proper, he was especially so!

The man's large hand suddenly fell upon her as she retreated backward by two moons. Qiao Mo was startled as she exclaimed in a low voice, "Hey …!"

"Does it still hurt?"

After hearing this greeting, Qiao Mo's tensed heart finally relaxed.

He thought that Duan Ling Tian was going to do something rash again.

She shook her head gently. "It's kind of like the first time, but …"

Qiao Mo reached out her hand, moved it from her shirt's hem, and her small hand slipped inside. She touched the scar on his left upper abdomen as she gently laughed, "I was really foolish in the past, I didn't believe that the person from six years ago would be you."

Six years ago, she was eighteen years old. Besides him, who else could it be?

In the same place, with the same scars. Moreover, Xiao Yan had personally promised Xiao Ruqing before, but …

At that time, perhaps he really did not love her and was afraid that he would not be able to get rid of her trouble because of this. That was why he denied that the person who had taken away her first time was not him.

Xiao Yan held onto her small hand which was moving randomly, and his eyes darkened: "But what?"

She knew what the consequences would be if she continued to carelessly touch it.

Qiao Mo slightly smiled and objectively evaluated: "Your skills are really far too lacking compared to two years ago or even six years ago."

Xiao Yan frowned, like a child, he chased after him and asked, "Are you saying that I can't do it now?"

Qiao Mo pursed her lips, endured her laughter, and escaped from his side, packing up her luggage, "I didn't say that you couldn't do it."

Only, last night, he really did have an impulse and a lack of hope. He didn't have any skill at all, not even a … He entered and searched for a long time...

Xiao Yan got off the sickbed, walked behind her, and hugged her waist. He lowered his head and covered her ears, and bit her earlobe.

Although he was confused, but Qiao Mo could hear the tone of the question, it was somewhat threatening, and the big hand that was placed on his waist, was already slowly rubbing it.

Xiao Yan would one day be questioned by others and his "skills" would never work? Qiao Mo wanted to laugh.

Qiao Mo turned, looked at him with a smile, and comforted him. Although Mr. Xiao has lost track of her actions and memories, but from last night's performance, your comprehension ability must be above average. "

Fortunately, the last sentence, "It is your understanding that is superior", saved the whole situation.

Xiao Yan obviously enjoyed it. He held Qiao Mo's waist, and pressed her body even more tightly into his embrace.

Qiao Mo's small face grew hot, but Xiao Yan's expression was deep and serious. He spoke word for word as if she was talking about some important matter, which made him feel extremely awkward.

"Next time, I can make you feel better."

How could there be someone who would speak of such a matter so earnestly and seriously?

Like a promise before the mission.

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the ward.

Qiao Mo gently pushed him away. It should be the nurses and cleaning staff who came in to clean up the ward.

"Let's go."

… ….

On the way, Qiao Mo told Xiao Yan a lot of things about their past.

The relationship between the two finally eased up.

After last night, Qiao Mo seemed to have untied the knots in her heart.

After getting on the plane, Qiao Mo leaned against Xiao Yan's shoulder, looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside, and said lightly: "If I had known that you had given me a fake divorce certificate two years ago, I definitely wouldn't have left you so easily."

He didn't know that the more she talked about leaving him, the more she needed him.

In the past, there had been too many uncertainties about the feelings he had given her. She wasn't sure if he loved her or not.

Qiao Mo took his arm and hugged him tightly. But now, she was truly tired, and wanted to lean against his shoulder and never leave.

The plane flew through the white clouds and blue sky. After more than ten hours, it landed on the land of Haicheng.

Qiao Mo held Xiao Yan's arm, and the two of them got off the plane intimately.

Zhao Qian had long since been waiting at the airport, and when he saw Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo's hands intersecting, he smiled in gratification.

"Good, I saw the Boss with Madam again."

After getting on the carriage, Zhao Qian felt slightly embarrassed. He wasn't clear about where to go and what kind of place to go in the Xiao Family Villa …. Or the company? Or maybe the villa in New Garden?

When Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo got married two years ago, they stayed in New Garden Villa for a period of time.

Right now, there was still one more in the Xiao Family Villa, so it wouldn't be good for Qiao Mo to follow Xiao Yan back like this.

"Boss, where are we going now?"

Xiao Yan looked at Qiao Mo, "Let's head back to the Xiao family."

However, Qiao Mo stopped him, and said to Zhao Qian who was driving: "Assistant Zhao, let's go to New Garden."

Xiao Yan frowned slightly. He didn't really understand why Qiao Mo did what she did.

"Little Mo."

Qiao Mo held onto his hand, leaned into his embrace and said softly: "Give me some time. I'm not ready yet to face those people. "Also..."

She knew, if she followed him now, openly returning to the Xiao Family Villa, how awkward the situation would be.

Song Xiazhi's stomach, no matter what, was still carrying his child.

No matter how wrong Song Xiazhi was, in love, Song Xiazhi did better than a woman. She had always loved Xiao Yan and had never let him go.

In his embrace, Qiao Mo closed her eyes, extended her arm around his waist and softly said: "I don't want to make things difficult for you."

From a certain point of view, the matter of Song Xiazhi being pregnant with Xiao Yan's child really couldn't be blamed on Xiao Yan.

After all, Song Xiazhi had taken care of him for two whole years, so when he had forgotten about her, what mistake had he made?

All her stubbornness and stubbornness was just for that one "I love you".

Xiao Yan lowered his handsome face and tenderly kissed her on the forehead, "Qiao Mo, I'm fine, you're the one who's at fault."

He did not want to hurt his woman again.

Qiao Mo sighed, "Being with you, if you love me, then I won't feel wronged. The reason I felt wronged in the past was because you didn't love me."

In the past, she would feel wronged and feel that all her efforts were unilateral and foolish. But now, it was different. She knew that she wasn't the only one who was managing and protecting this marriage.

What she loved, she loved.

Thus, no matter how much suffering she suffered, she didn't feel wronged.

… ….

Maybach slowly stopped in front of the New Garden Villa's courtyard.

When Qiao Mo returned to this place again, she felt that it had been a lifetime.

For two years, twenty-four months, she had returned here with him.

Xiao Yan embraced Qiao Mo's shoulder, "Go in."

Inside, everything was clean and fresh.

Zhao Qian carried the luggage in and said with a smile, "Boss, madam, I have been sending people to clean the New Garden's house, so we can stay there directly. There is no need to tidy up anymore."

Xiao Yan had forgotten about everything, but Zhao Qian did not. Two years ago, he had followed Xiao Yan's instructions and sent his working auntie over every week to clean everything. After Xiao Yan had treated the patient, he had forgotten about everything, but Zhao Qian had still sent people to clean this place.

When Zhao Qian left, he said with a smile, "Boss, Madam, good night."