C151 Unique Love

After Song Xiazhi rescued them, they were pushed into the Intensive Care Unit.

"Doctor, how is she?"

"The patient's mood is very unstable. In the operation room, the consciousness of survival is very low. However, because the floor is not high, the injury is not very serious. However... The child was not saved. "

It was unknown whether this child was a beautiful dream or a nightmare for Song Xiazhi.

It pushed Song Xiazhi towards the edge of the cliff, and there was no turning back.

Song Xiazhi was in the Intensive Care Unit, and her condition was unstable, so she could not investigate further.

Thus, Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo returned to the New Garden Villa.

Qiao Mo saw that Xiao Yan's palm, which had been cut by the blade, had not been bandaged, hence she frowned: "If I knew earlier, I would have disinfected and bandaged it at the nurse's side earlier. I don't know if there's any inflammation right now. "

She knelt on the wool carpet and grabbed his big hands to check his wounds.

Xiao Yan's eyes darkened, and suddenly grabbed her small hand, pulling her into his embrace.

Qiao Mo knelt on the carpet and was caught off guard by his strength and pulled into her chest. Her body became unsteady and fell into his embrace.

After being dazed for half a second, Qiao Mo finally reacted and reached out to hug him back firmly.

"What's wrong?"

Xiao Yan held her tightly, and said with a calm voice. "It's a little painful."

"Hmm? Does your hand hurt? I'll go get the medicine box and help you bandage it. "

She was about to get up from his embrace, but his arms were locked tightly together, preventing her from moving even a little bit.

"Ah Yan, stop messing around."

It was rare for Xiao Yan to be so childish, "It really hurts a little."

In the end, Qiao Mo still gave a light sigh, gently held his large hand, and lightly blew at it, "Blowing doesn't hurt anymore, be good."

She had always been the one being looked after by Xiao Yan, but it was not bad to let her look after Xiao Yan in such a rare situation.

After Qiao Mo brought the medical kit over, she sat on the carpet and grabbed his injured hand. She carefully bandaged it for him, her thick and long eyelashes drooping slightly as she cast a small shadow.

Xiao Yan stared at her petite face with shining eyes, "Xiao Mo, let's get married."

Qiao Mo stared blankly, then involuntarily laughed, as she reached out her hand to his forehead, "There's no fever. How did you forget that we were already married? "

Following that, Qiao Mo lowered her head, and continued to concentrate on helping him apply the medicine and bandage her wound, "Could it be that you want to get married to me a second time?"

"I mean the wedding."

Su Jingyu had told him before that he had been married to Qiao Mo for more than a year. Apart from bullying her and hurting her, she hadn't even given him an official wedding.

As for him, he wanted to make up for everything now.

Qiao Mo shook her head indifferently, "The wedding isn't important, and I don't really care either."

They were no longer newlyweds, so what was the point of a wedding?

Xiao Yan frowned, "But I want to make up for all that I lost or haven't had the time to do so."

Qiao Mo smiled, and hugged his long waist, "It's enough for you to have this heart, I don't care about the rest."

… ….

When Qiao Mo took a bath at night, she would be embarrassed to the point of almost having cancer.

Xiao Yan's hand was injured, and couldn't touch the water for a while.

After thinking about it, Qiao Mo still did not take out any clothes for Xiao Yan who was in the bathroom. She stood outside and said, "Ah Yan, today is just a day, is that not okay?"

The corner of Xiao Yan's eyes twitched, and he replied while enunciating every word, "No."

Even if it was winter, Xiao Yan still maintained his habit of showering everyday.

Qiao Mo's mouth twitched, she opened the bathroom door and handed over the change clothes.

"Well, be careful then. Don't touch the water. It's hard to deal with an inflammation of the wound."

However, the man inside the door didn't make a sound for a long time. Just when she wanted to remind him again, the man inside the bathroom suddenly pulled her inside.

Qiao Mo was caught off guard and directly smashed into his chest.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Xiao Yan's gaze was straight and it was impossible to see his intentions and cunning. He lowered his innocent black eyes and said in a bland voice: "I'm injured and I can't take a bath myself. Shouldn't you help me massage my back?"

Qiao Mo's face was burning hot. After she stabilized herself, her small hands stroked his back, stating a fact: "If you take a bath every day, what do you have to rub on your back? Just use water to wash yourself, don't be so particular today. "

"No."

From the looks of it, there was no room for negotiation.

"Sigh... "You." Qiao Mo felt a headache.

The clothes on the upper half of Xiao Yan's body had already been taken off, while the lower half of his body was still wearing his pants and belt, his clothes were still in order.

His uninjured hand stubbornly and tyrannically gripped her small hand, landing on her waist.

"Untie me."

Qiao Mo felt that his fingers were extremely hot, as though there was a layer of fire wrapped around the tip of his fingers. You can't solve it yourself? "

Xiao Yan raised his injured hand, like a child who had succeeded.

Qiao Mo turned her gaze elsewhere as she untied the belt on his waist with trembling fingers.

However, the buckle of this belt was somewhat complicated. If one did not look at it carefully, it would be difficult to undo.

Qiao Mo was anxious and disordered for a good few minutes, but she still could not solve the problem.

Xiao Yan slowly said as he played with her. "Wife, if you still can't open it, I won't be able to hold back and pee."

Qiao Mo's heart jumped, "..."

She felt her scalp go numb as her gaze finally landed on that long and lean waist. The beautiful mermaid line and perfect and exquisite abdominal muscles appeared in front of her eyes.

The atmosphere in the bathroom became more and more ambiguous as the temperature of the bathroom rose.

Seeing her bright red face, Xiao Yan smiled.

He unbuckled his belt, and the black trousers hanging down from his waist suddenly slid down. His long and slender straight legs were like the sculptures of God's perfect art piece.

Qiao Mo felt her mouth becoming parched, and just as she was about to retract his hand, she was once again held by the big hand on her wrist.

The man smirked and teased, "How can you be half-done? "Continue."

The hand that was holding her suddenly fell onto the black bullet chamber on his waist.

The man's gaze was calm, but his thin lips spat out the words' exposed, unyielding, and flirtatious chick '. "Take it off!"

Qiao Mo: "..."

Qiao Mo closed her eyes, extended her hand, and decisively took off the one at his waist.

She lowered her head and saw the valiant and imposing aura … Little monster.

Qiao Mo's face turned completely red with a boom.

"I … I'll go out first. You take your time and wash."

She was so nervous that she started to stutter. Although she had honestly met him many times, under such circumstances, her skin was thin. In the end, it was impossible for her to act as lightly as he did.

He turned around, wanting to escape, but he was pulled back by the man as expected.

With a bang, the wall struck!

Qiao Mo's back struck the wall, while her entire body was pressed between his chest and the icy cold wall of the bathroom.

His long, powerful arms, perfectly contoured, pressed against the wall beside her cheek.

Below, the temperature of the little monster burned her.

The man lowered his head, his voice sexy like a magnet, "Did you feel it? Little Monster missed you a lot."

Qiao Mo swallowed her saliva. His deep and vast eyes seemed to be filled with stars, bright and profound, like a compass, it swept her inside.

"... You're injured, Ah Yan. "

The little girl's clear eyes nervously stared at the depths of his unfathomable eyes.

Xiao Yan took a narrow step forward with his long legs, and lightly sucked in a breath of cold air.

"My hand was injured, but the little monster wasn't"

Qiao Mo bit her lips, "... "You haven't bathed yet, let me help you rub your back."

Xiao Yan's eyes were burning hot like fire. His large hand clasped onto her palm and pressed against the wall. He curled his lips and said: "There is no contradiction between bathing and doing this."

Qiao Mo was pulled into the bathtub by the man and all of her clothes were drenched.

… ….

It was a normal shower that lasted for nearly an hour.

When Qiao Mo came out, she was carried away by Xiao Yan.

vertically and horizontally.

The person who was clearly injured, was Xiao Yan, but from the looks of it, the one who was more severely injured should be Qiao Mo.

Qiao Mo already had a cold. Adding to the fact that she was wrapped up by Yue Yang in the bathroom and played around in the water, she couldn't stop sneezing.

She lay on the bed wrapped in a blanket, her eyes wide and wet as she looked up at the man who took care of her.

Qiao Mo's voice was hoarse and her entire body was powerless. She said in a muffled voice, "Ah Yan, I seem to have a fever."

Xiao Yan reached out a big hand to her forehead.

Indeed, it was slightly hot.

"Mmm, it should be a low fever. I'll go get the thermometer."

Qiao Mo took a thermometer, her face pale white, her cheeks flushing sickly red. Her head was buzzing from the heat.

Five minutes later, Xiao Yan took a look at the temperature of the thermometer, his deep eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Qiao Mo's eyelids became heavy and tired. When Xiao Yan wanted to hug her, she was startled and asked with a heavy voice: "Where are you going?"

"Carry you to the hospital."

"I'm fine, it's just a low fever. I'll be fine after covering it with my hands."

Xiao Yan touched her forehead again, it was a little hot.

Qiao Mo feebly reached out and took off the big hand that he placed on her forehead, "I'm really alright. Compared to taking my medicine without water, this kind of low fever is naturally better."

Xiao Yan naturally agreed as well. He laid down and hugged her tightly.

"I'll be fine as long as I wipe off my sweat."

Qiao Mo nodded her head, obediently leaning on his chest.

She suddenly thought of something and found it funny: "Ah Yan, do you know? When I hear of a fever and cold, put your feet on your lover's belly and put them up for the night. Do you think it's true? "

This was still a passage that Luo Luo had seen on Weibo, she did not know if this was true or false.

However, Xiao Yan moved, and indeed placed her feet on his boiling stomach.

Qiao Mo was shocked, "Hey … I was kidding. "

If he really put her cold feet on his stomach for the whole night and she had a fever the next day, would he be sick?

It was now her turn to take care of him.

But Xiao Yan was stubborn, he pressed down against her body and whispered into her ear: "If you don't try, how will you know if it's true or false?"

Qiao Mo's heart warmed. She turned around and hugged his neck, putting both her feet on his abdomen, and closed her eyes.

He only felt that this night was incomparably warm.

Xiao Yan kissed her forehead, and gently asked: "Little Mo, what kind of wedding do you want?"

Qiao Mo thought for a bit, and said in the end: "It's better if it's simpler, I don't need too many people to attend. I'm not used to seeing so many strangers either."

He had so many clients and partners. If the wedding were to take place, perhaps 90% of the entrepreneurs in Seahold would come to attend.

"But I want to give you something unique."

Qiao Mo snuggled up to him and smiled warmly, "I have your love, this is unique."