C149 The Addicts in the Elevator

Xiao Yan's gaze was cold and heavy. Leaning on the side of the carriage, his eyes were meticulously staring at Qiao Mo, who was slowly walking towards him.

Qiao Mo swallowed her saliva, then forced herself to quickly walk over.

When he walked in front of, Qiao Mo pursed her lips and curled her eyelashes slightly, as if she was a wife who had done something wrong. "Xiao Yan, let's go home first. "I …"

Xiao Yan's large hands grabbed onto her waist and pulled her into his embrace. His sharp and precise gaze was fixated on Huo Xing, who was staring at him from not too far away.

Xiao Yan covered his lips next to Qiao Mo's ears and said word by word: "Explain it properly to me later. Get in the carriage now."

Qiao Mo shuddered. When Xiao Yan was stern, he kept his promises.

Moreover, she was in the wrong with this matter. She nodded and got into the car first.

She sat in the front passenger seat and saw that Xiao Yan was already holding onto his pockets with a stern expression on his face, his body striding straight towards Huo Xing.

Even as she sat in the car, she could feel the rivalry between the men.

Qiao Mo was not afraid of anything happening to them. At least, in this kind of situation where both of them were awake, Xiao Yan would not make a move, and neither would Huo Xing.

What she was worried about was how to explain it to Xiao Yan later.

Xiao Yan's personality was stubborn, tyrannical, and decisive. If he really wanted to misunderstand her and Huo Xing, then no matter how she explained, it would be useless.

Xiao Yan only believed what he saw.

… ….

Xiao Yan and Huo Xing stood face to face.

He sneered: "I never thought that Mr. Howe would be so interested in a married woman."

"Qiao Mo and I had merely said our goodbyes. Why must you be so overbearing?"

Xiao Yan coldly snorted as his gaze grew heavy, "Since it's a simple farewell, are you sure that you want this Mr. Howe to come and find this Xiao just so I can see you and my wife embracing?"

"If the one Qiao Mo marries is really just a jealous man, then I feel really sad for her."

"Don't you think that it would be a kind of sorrow if Qiao Mo went along with you?"

Xiao Yan pointed out.

Huo Xing turned around, and was slightly startled. What Xiao Yan had said must be the last time he brought Xiao Sen to see him. He told Xiao Yan that Xiao Sen was his and Qiao Mo's son.

Xiao Yan also didn't plan to waste time talking with him, he only coldly spat out: "I advise Mr. Howe not to think about Qiao Mo anymore. Qiao Mo would be Mrs. Xiao for two years, and after two years, she will also not change from Mrs. Xiao to Madam Huo. "

After Xiao Yan finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the side of the black viscount carriage with big strides.

When he got into the car, started the engine, and entered the flow of traffic, there was still silence in the car.

Qiao Mo thought about it, but still couldn't think of an explanation.

Xiao Yan, who was controlling the wheel with one hand, looked at her with an indifferent gaze. His voice was calm and no emotions could be heard, "Don't you think you need to explain to me?"

Qiao Mo lowered her eyes slightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly as she bit her lips and said, "Even if I explain, would you listen?"

Xiao Yan frowned, "What you mean is, you don't even care about explaining?"

"..." Qiao Mo sighed, "There's nothing going on between Huo Xing and me."

Xiao Yan seemed to have suppressed a heavy layer of anger, his black eyes suddenly stared at her and asked: "Since there's nothing, why are you lying to me?"

"I'm afraid you'll misunderstand, you …"

"Then what could possibly cause me to misunderstand?"

Xiao Yan could not bear to see others deceiving him, and this person was even Qiao Mo.

Qiao Mo was also helpless as she sat in the front seat. After pondering for a while, she finally spoke up, "It's understandable that Huo Xing took care of me in New York for two years, so I came out to have a farewell meal with him. "Just like …"

"Like what? Just like Song Xiazhi and I? "

Qiao Mo was speechless, this man was truly unreasonable!

Xiao Yan did not drive the car straight home, but instead went to the company.

After Qiao Mo got off the car, she carried her bag and directly turned around to go to the side of the road to stop a taxi.

Xiao Yan pulled her back and coldly said with a frown: "What are you doing!"

"I'm going home. What am I doing at the company with you?"

She didn't like coming to his company, and in addition to having to deal with so many of his employees, she also thought about the bad memories she'd had at his company.

Xiao Yan's brows tightly knitted, as he enunciated each word, "I forbid it!"

"Hey …!" What are you doing? Xiao Yan, you are unreasonable! "

Xiao Yan pulled Qiao Mo and directly went to the elevator used by the CEO to take a look.

In the elevator, only the two of them were in the president's office, which was located on the eightieth floor.

Xiao Yan suddenly pressed her down on the wall of the elevator, one hand on her cheek while the other took out his phone. He dialed a number and said in a simple and clear voice, "Turn off the surveillance in my elevator!"

Three seconds later, the red dots above his head were extinguished.

The surveillance was turned off.

Before Qiao Mo could react, she had already lowered her head and sealed the letter with her lips.

His burning, domineering kiss fell like a violent storm.

On the corner of her lips, she was biting and tearing like a mad beast.

This kiss was not gentle, and could even be said to be rough.

Qiao Mo pushed his chest away, "Uuu … "You're crazy!"

This is the elevator! Even if he turned off the surveillance, Qiao Mo was not used to being intimate with him here.

It was as if they were treading on a bottomless abyss, doing the most sinful thing they had ever done. Even their heartbeats had become agitated.

"Qiao Mo, do you know how much I hate the emptiness of these two years?"

Before she could say anything, his hand covered her lips once again.

One of his hands was fixed on her slender waist while the other was already reaching into her clothes, carelessly rubbing around with it.

Qiao Mo breathed rapidly and nervously, "Ah Yan, stop..."

Her arm helplessly wrapped around his arm and shoulder. Her strength was minuscule, but under his shackles, it was so insignificant.

The elevator went straight to the 30th floor …

Qiao Mo was nervous and afraid.

Xiao Yan bit her smooth and clear earlobes, and said word by word with a hoarse voice: "Xiao Mo, I can't bear to see you together with another man, especially Huo Xing!"

He had no idea what had happened between them during those two years.

Perhaps they had done all the intimate things they did now.

Xiao Yan clenched his fist tightly, his eyes bloodthirsty. The skin under his palm was like warm jade, he could no longer care about that, his self-control had long since collapsed.

Being kissed by such a long and painful kiss, Qiao Mo's eyes moistened. She could only call his name weakly: "Ah Yan …"

That soft "Ah Yan" completely destroyed all of Xiao Yan's rationality.

Dryness, heat, suffocation, climbing steadily in the elevator.

… ….

An hour later, Qiao Mo came out from the resting room in the inner part of Xiao Yan's office.

She was wearing Xiao Yan's shirt, which was wide and tall, covering her slender body, as well as a pair of blue, water-washed denim pants, which was covered by a black, wide man's down jacket.

It looked a little comical.

However, the flush on her face had not faded, and her long hair was in a mess.

Qiao Mo sat on the sofa at the side and did not take the initiative to pay attention to the man who was working at the office.

After Xiao Yan finished reviewing the documents, his black eyes slightly lifted and fell on the small lady sitting beside the sofa.

He got up and strode over to her.

Qiao Mo was angry at him, treating him as air, ignoring him completely, she still lowered her head and continued to play with her phone.

Xiao Yan extended his hands and immediately grabbed the phone in her hands.

"Hey!" "What are you doing!"

"The one who should be angry is me."

Qiao Mo also did not lower her head as she bit her lips and clenched her fists, "Xiao Yan, I have not forgiven you for what you did in the elevator just now!"

"What's wrong with asking for your woman in the elevator?"

Qiao Mo was embarrassed and annoyed. She bit her lips and her small face looked as if it was about to bleed, "... "You!"

Xiao Yan sat beside her, reached out, pulled her into his embrace and sat her in his embrace.

In the end, he leaned against her neck and softly sighed: "Don't you know, coaxing me?"

"I've already explained what I needed to. How do you still want me to coax you?"

Qiao Mo lifted her eyes and stared straight at him as well.

Xiao Yan pursed his lips, the outline of his face turning extremely enchanting. In his deep eyes, there were two tiny little girls reflected.

Qiao Mo finally stopped breathing and reached out to hug his neck, then leaned into his embrace.

"Didn't I coax you just now?"

The man's large hand passed through the loose down jacket and grasped her slender and soft waist. His thin lips landed on hers as he said hoarsely, "Little Mo, give birth to a child for me."

Qiao Mo hugged his neck, and her eyes were filled with him. She had also thought about how they had parted ways for two years, and now that he was thirty-four years old, it was time for him to be a father.

However, whenever she thought of her child, her heart would always ache.

Adding Song Xiazhi's child to the mix, she did not have any plans of having children at this point.

Qiao Mo leaned into his chest, and softly said: "I'm not ready yet."

Xiao Yan was just excited, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "Forget it, you can have it when you want it."

However, he couldn't bear to see her with Huo Xing for the two years they had been together. He wasn't around at all. Huo Xing had always been by her side.

Qiao Mo buried her face in his neck as she said in a muffled voice, "You can't see through the two years that I had with Huo Xing, just like how I can't bear to watch the two years of you and Song Xiazhi. Even if there was no love in it, it was only the companionship of every minute. Ah Yan, you aren't young anymore, and I'm not young either. Even if we walk together and miss out on those short moments of time, we still have a long way to go, so we can help each other make up for it, right? "

Xiao Yan suddenly grabbed onto the slender white wrist that was wrapped around his neck, and asked with a cold and sharp gaze, "Are you looking down on me for being old?"

Qiao Mo: "..."

She had clearly said so many moving words, but why did they enter his ears? Why did she grasp the main point, and only said, "You're not young anymore"?

"I didn't."

Xiao Yan lowered his head, pressing her down on the sofa. His eyes were calm and collected, "I thought you would have already understood that I am old and not old."

Qiao Mo covered her face, holding back her laughter, she almost spoke out, "Hey, Ah Yan …"

Two years ago, Qiao Mo felt that she was unable to communicate with her because he was too tyrannical and had tyrannically helped her make all the decisions she could. But two years later, Qiao Mo discovered that her ability to communicate with him was forever not at the point of importance.

"Hmm?"

Qiao Mo blinked his large eyes, "Even though you are old, your comprehension and movement skills are first-rate."

After saying that, Qiao Mo's face reddened even more. That voice just now, definitely did not come from her.