C163 "If you don't eat, I won't eat either."

Qiao Mo went to the Sanatorium in Hai Cheng to visit Qiao Sheng. This time, Qiao Sheng looked even older.

He had caught a cold, and according to the nurse in the nursing home, he was weak from the fever.

Qiao Mo guarded the side of his sickbed as she held Qiao Sheng's old and crude big hand and said: "Dad, why are you so careless? I am doing well at the moment, and the only thing that worries me is your good health. "

Qiao Sheng coughed a few times, his face looked haggard and sallow. He patted Qiao Mo lightly to reassure her, "Father knows about father's body. I'm fine, don't worry. "

Qiao Sheng's eyes slightly reddened. He wasn't related to her by blood at all, but had treated her as his own daughter, something that he would never marry in his entire life. He had raised her for more than twenty years.

"Dad, you must live for a hundred years."

"Right now, father only wants to see my daughter happy. As long as my daughter is happy, then even if the oil lamps are going to dry up tomorrow, I will still be happy."

Qiao Mo frowned, "Dad, what nonsense are you talking about? Before long, Ah Yan and I will have our wedding. Dad, can you come over? "

Qiao Sheng nodded happily: "Sure, Dad will be the happiest when you get married!"

Qiao Sheng was no longer young, coupled with his heart disease, no matter how good the nursing home and medical equipment were, it would still be a matter of the past few years.

Qiao Mo was very clear in her heart, but she was very afraid that Qiao Sheng would leave.

After Qiao Sheng fell asleep, Qiao Mo arranged to have the attendant who usually took care of Qiao Sheng go out and ask about the specific situation.

"How is my dad recently?"

The nurse looked worried, "The old man's health has been deteriorating these few days, so prepare your family mentally. When the old gramps is old, no matter how energetic he is, this should still be a matter of a year or two. "

Qiao Mo trembled slightly. She seemed to feel that Qiao Sheng's short black hair was dense and that she had always been a child in front of Qiao Sheng.

She hadn't grown up yet, but he. How did he become old?

"I know, thank you. "Sorry for the trouble, if anything happens to my dad recently, the first thing you can do is to call me."

The nurse nodded. "That's for sure. Don't worry."

When Qiao Mo came out of the sanatorium, because of what the nurse said, her mood had always been downcast.

After returning to the New Garden Villa, even after Xiao Yan returned from work, she was still in low spirits.

Xiao Yan detected her strangeness and went into the kitchen. He hugged her tightly from behind and sighed softly, "Who bullied Mrs. Xiao?"

His slender fingers lightly scratched her small nose.

Qiao Mo pursed her lips, put down the knife that was used to cut the vegetables, turned around, and stared fixedly at Xiao Yan: "Ah Yan, today, I … I went to the sanatorium to see my father. "

"What's the situation like?"

"The nurse who took care of my dad said that my dad's health is getting worse. Maybe …"

Qiao Mo bit her lips and took a deep breath: "I'm worried that something might happen to my father. Can we postpone our wedding?"

Xiao Yan's eyes sunk. He stared into Qiao Mo's eyes with his sharp eyes and asked word by word: "Xiao Mo, tell me, what does our wedding have to do with your father's illness? If Father's health is really getting worse, then we should get married in advance and let him see you married to me. We should be very happy now. "

"I …"

Qiao Mo stared at him blankly, unable to say a single word of rebuttal.

What Xiao Yan said was right, their wedding had nothing to do with Qiao Sheng's body.

She lowered her head and stretched out her hands to cover her face, sighing deeply.

Why did she. Suddenly, he made everything that was originally fine to become this bad?

But just how was she going to tell Xiao Yan that she might not be able to bear his children in this lifetime?

"Little Mo, I don't understand. Why do you keep postponing the wedding? Are you really unprepared, or do you suddenly not want to hold the wedding ceremony with me?"

Xiao Yan stared at her little face with his luminous eyes, and asked with a sonorous voice.

Qiao Mo bit her lips, "I'm just not in the mood to hold a wedding with you right now. "My dad..."

"Enough!" Xiao Yan's pupils darkened and his brows knitted together, "Don't use your father as an excuse! "Before that, you said you had to postpone the wedding more than once!"

"Ah Yan, I … "Just listen to my explanation."

She reached out and grabbed the sleeve of his shirt.

Xiao Yan's eyes drooped slightly as he lowered his head to look at her tender and white hands. He looked at her with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, "Explain, I'm listening."

Qiao Mo was drowsy for a long time. The fingers that were grabbing onto his sleeves finally loosened one by one and slid down his sleeves.

"I'm sorry … I can't get married to you right now. "

Xiao Yan's eyes were cold and harsh, he stared at her and said resolutely: "I have already ordered people to send out the invitation, the wedding will be held as usual, it is your business whether you want to attend it or not."

His tone was cold and forlorn as he turned and decisively left the kitchen.

Qiao Mo stood at the same place, looking at her empty palm, she felt pain in her heart.

She knew that Xiao Yan was angry.

Angry with her, she repeatedly postponed the wedding.

Angry with her, still using her father's illness as an excuse to postpone the wedding.

Qiao Mo took a deep breath, then stood at the side of the flow stage with a smile.

— Isn't that what she wanted? If they angered Ah Yan, they wouldn't be able to get married.

Qiao Mo was very afraid, very afraid to take this step.

If Xiao Yan really announced to the entire world that she was Mrs. Xiao, in the future, would there still be such a news?

Just thinking about it made Qiao Mo feel fear.

… ….

Xiao Yan didn't eat dinner.

Qiao Mo, alone, had no appetite at all as she faced the table that was full of dishes.

In the end, without eating a single mouthful, he cleaned up the table and went upstairs.

She first looked around the bedroom, but didn't find any trace of Xiao Yan.

When he arrived at the study, he discovered that he had closed the door, as if he didn't want to see her.

Obviously, he was quite angry.

"Ah Yan, you haven't eaten dinner, do you want to come out and eat some?"

The door to the study was locked. Qiao Mo was unable to open it and was unable to enter.

As for the man inside, he did not make a sound after Qiao Mo asked a question.

Qiao Mo felt a headache, "Ah Yan, I didn't mean to delay the wedding ceremony …"

The door suddenly opened with a click.

A gust of wind blew towards them.

Qiao Mo suddenly raised her head and looked at the tall and straight man in front of him.

Xiao Yan's face became awkward and he frowned: "I really don't understand, what are your intentions and difficulties?"

Qiao Mo pursed her lips, did not reply in the end, and instead said: "Should we go downstairs and eat some? I made your favorite red-braised prawns. "

"No! Eat!"

Xiao Yan deliberately pressed the words down, but his black eyes were staring straight at her.

As if he did not feel threatened, Qiao Mo merely replied lightly: "Alright, then I won't eat. If you don't want to, I won't eat either."

Xiao Yan's temples throbbed. In his entire life, he had never met such a stubborn woman!

"... "Qiao, Mo!"

His long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, radiating a dangerous light.

Qiao Mo wasn't afraid in the slightest as she lifted her face up and said, "Since you aren't eating, then I'll go to sleep."

Just as she turned around, Xiao Yan had caught her wrist, and pulled her fiercely into his embrace, to the point of... It hit him in the chest.

Qiao Mo frowned slightly in pain. Her hands, after a moment of drowsiness, wrapped around his long waist.

Xiao Yan said word by word as he gritted his teeth, "Eat —!"

Xiao Yan practically grabbed her by the waist as he cried out in alarm before he was brought downstairs by this man.

… ….

In the past few days, Qiao Mo went back and forth between the New Garden Villa and the sanatorium everyday.

Qiao Mo's heart was heavy. She held Qiao Sheng's big hand, and said with bloodshot eyes: "Dad, can we go to the hospital?"

Maybe to the hospital, the doctors would have a better cure.

Qiao Sheng nodded and agreed.

He was clear about his own body, but he was afraid that Qiao Mo would be too worried.

Qiao Mo stood outside the long corridor of the sanatorium and called Feng Che who was far away in New York.

The call went on for a long time before it was picked up.

"Hello, brother, it's me. Dad is out of health, I want Dad to be hospitalized. "

"Alright, I'll arrange for the best hospital in Seahold for uncle to stay in right now."

… ….

After Qiao Sheng entered the hospital, Qiao Mo packed up his clothes from New Garden Villa and followed them into the hospital.

When she called Xiao Yan, he was in a meeting and it was Assistant Zhao who answered.

"Assistant Zhao, I'll have to trouble you to tell Ah Yan that his father is sick. I will be staying in the hospital for the next few days to take care of him, so I won't be going back."

"Alright, Madam, don't worry. I'll definitely tell the Boss."

After Qiao Mo hung up the phone, his heart was heavy.

Qiao Sheng, who was sleeping soundly on the sickbed, sat at the side and let out a deep sigh.

Was it right that she should run away like this?

Last night, Xiao Yan did not argue with her, but she knew that Ah Yan was still alive with anger.

… ….

Xiao's Building, CEO's Office

After Xiao Yan finished a long discussion and just as he entered the office, he let out a long sigh. He heard Zhao Qian, who was beside him, say, "Boss, Madam just called to say that his father is sick and is in the hospital. In these few days, it's inconvenient for her to return home, she has to stay at the hospital to take care of the Old Master."

Xiao Yan frowned, "Which hospital?"

"Madam did not say anything."

"Go check."

Zhao Qian was slightly bewildered. Why did he go and investigate and instead directly call his wife?

"Alright, I'll go and check it now."

Five minutes later, Zhao Qian respectfully said: "Yes, he was admitted in the name of Feng Che. It is indeed the best place to treat a heart disease at Haicheng National Hospital."

Xiao Yan clenched a piece of paper tightly. Could it be that she had already drawn a clear line between them?

Even if she asked Feng Che, who was far away in New York for help, she wouldn't tell him. Could it be that as her husband, he was just a decoration?

Xiao Yan got up from his class chair, directly took his car keys, and headed out of the office.

"Boss, where are you going?" Ten minutes later, there's a meeting across the ocean … "

Xiao Yan's figure had long since disappeared at the door.

… ….

At the National Hospital, on the lounge chair in the long corridor.

Qiao Mo sat on the bench with her face down, holding her phone in her hand.

Xiao Yan strode forward, dressed in a black overcoat, with his arms open, and a set of solemn steps.

As Qiao Mo slightly raised her gaze, she caught a glimpse of that familiar stern figure from the corner of her eyes.

Stunned for a moment, she stared at the man who was walking over from afar, and her heart tightened bit by bit.

Until Xiao Yan walked in front of her, he asked coldly and calmly, "How is father?"

Qiao Mo lowered her neck and softly replied: "Perhaps my father is really old."

It was just that she didn't want to admit it.

Xiao Yan looked down at her condescendingly, "Why didn't you tell me that Dad was sick? He needed the help of Feng Che, who was far away in New York? Qiao Mo, in your heart, am I not your family? "

Qiao Mo was startled. She stood up from the bench and stressed with a frown: "Feng Che is my brother."

Xiao Yan's cold and sunken black eyes stared at her, and gave a cold laugh. "I thought I would be number one in your heart."