C182 There was only death, no separation!

There was only death, no separation!

After returning to the hotel, Qiao Mo was completely stunned. She sat on the side of the bed and Xiao Yan helped bandage her wound.

"Does it hurt?"

His ten fingers were red and icy cold, without the slightest bit of heat. Blood dripped from the tips of his fingers, almost to the point of solidifying.

But Qiao Mo didn't feel the slightest amount of pain, her gaze slowly turned to his face and stared fixedly at her, as she shook her head sleepily.

It didn't hurt because he was too worried, too anxious, and too panicked. He simply couldn't feel the small pain or itch at all.

Xiao Yan took a deep breath, suddenly extended his arm and held her tightly in his embrace, "Little Mo, don't be afraid, I'm fine, I'm fine."

Qiao Mo raised her head slightly, her chin resting on Yun Che's shoulder, as she reached out and tightly hugged Yun Che's back, "I thought that those life and death experiences in the past would be even more painful than death, but now, I know that in the face of death, life and death really mean nothing. Since there will be a day when we will die, why should we be separated from each other? "

She … Do not ever again listen to the slanderous and leave him.

Xiao Yan's heart trembled. After a long while, he tightly closed his eyes and smiled in relief, "We shall part from each other only by death."

After Xiao Yan bandaged up Qiao Mo's hands, they laid on the narrow bed in the inn.

Qiao Mo was greatly frightened, and after hugging him, she no longer let him go. Her two small hands continued to hug his neck tightly, as though she was afraid that he would disappear in the next second.

Xiao Yan lowered his head, and whispered into her ear with a sigh: "Little Shen Mo, don't be afraid."

Her eyes were completely bloodshot. It was very obvious that Qiao Mo had not had a good night's sleep since the moment she found him.

At this moment, lying in Xiao Yan's embrace, with a heart, even though it was still hanging in his throat, he still felt a little sleepy.

Xiao Yan's large hand came around behind her, and gently patted her back, "Go to sleep, I'll guard you. Little Mo, don't be afraid... "

Xiao Yan's gentle and intoxicated voice had been heard countless of times, saying "Little Mo is not afraid". Only then did the little girl in his arms fall asleep.

Xiao Yan was also exhausted, and before he managed to get in contact with her, he had not yet closed his eyes. He gently kissed her forehead, closed his eyes, and fell asleep with her.

… ….

It would already be twenty-four hours before they would be able to return to Seahold from the Switzerland.

It was already late at night when they arrived in Seahold, where a light snowfall was drifting through the air.

The journey was tiresome. After Qiao Mo sat on the Maybach, she leaned into Xiao Yan's embrace and quietly fell asleep.

Even when she was asleep, her arms had always been around his waist, never letting go.

In the past, Qiao Mo had never done this before, so she naturally knew that this time, he had really scared her to death.

Upon arriving at New Garden Villa, Xiao Yan lightly patted the little face of the person in his embrace, "Little Mo, we're home."

Qiao Mo opened her drowsy eyes and said "We're home". Her heart that was floating erratically had finally settled down.

Returning back to the New Garden Villa's house, Qiao Mo woke up.

He frowned as he looked at the snowflakes falling outside the window.

After Xiao Yan finished showering, he carried the heat from the bathroom and hugged her tightly from behind.

He was only wearing a bath towel at his waist while Qiao Mo wore a thin nightgown. Separated by a thin layer of cloth, she stuck to his warm chest.

Qiao Mo turned around, buried her face into his bare chest and said with a low voice. "I used to like the snow a lot, but now, I don't like it at all."

Xiao Yan was slightly stunned, then finally understood, this side effect, was given by him.

Encountered an avalanche...

Who would like to snow after an avalanche? Perhaps, it would be good if he didn't feel fear.

Xiao Yan lowered his head, kissed her ear, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "It's alright, when it's snowing, if you hide in my embrace, you won't be so afraid."

Qiao Mo's eyes were warm and that feeling of fear had yet to completely disappear. She reached out and tightly hugged his neck.

It was unknown who lowered their head first, or who raised their head first. The four lips came into contact, and with a slap, it was almost indistinguishable.

She really missed him.

Xiao Yan peeled off her loose pajamas instantly and fell to the ground. After the little girl had washed up, he did not wear any clothes. Xiao Yan's big hands pressed on his inch long exquisite skin, which was lingering underneath his hands, making people unable to forget.

It was rare that Qiao Mo would take the initiative to lean her body close to him on this matter. With her red face, she called out to him hoarsely, "Ah Yan …"

It was an intense and lengthy affair.

The night was dark and deep.

The snow outside the window was still falling.

After what had happened, Qiao Mo had been suffering from sequelae for a long time. Upon hearing the sound of snow falling from the branches after it had snowed, she would be shocked.

It was as if he had heard some terrifying sound.

… ….

After these past few days of "Nine Lives Kill", Qiao Mo's body that was previously raised a little by Xiao Yan became thinner again.

Qiao Mo did not think much of it, as long as it was healthy, it would be alright, but when she thought about her son's matter, she felt unresigned.

Even after drinking Chinese medicine and eating honey pills to recuperate, there were still no changes after one or two sessions, not to mention the movement of his stomach.

Xiao Yan was much more magnanimous towards his children from the beginning.

He was originally such a person. When he was about to make a decision, even if the entire world were to gossip about him, even if it was not good, he would not care at all.

It was just that the wedding that was originally postponed was never held. Qiao Mo's father had just passed away a few months ago, no matter how impatient Xiao Yan was, he would not bring up this matter.

This time, it was Qiao Mo who brought it up.

"Ah Yan, let's prepare and hold the wedding ceremony during this period of time."

When Qiao Mo said this, it was light and indifferent, but it hit right into Xiao Yan's heart.

He stared at her for three seconds before spitting out a firm word. "Ok."

Qiao Mo lowered her face slightly, and smiled in a soft and sweet manner, "I think if Father knew that we had held a wedding, he would have felt more at ease. The greatest wish of his life was that I should be able to stand by the side of the person I love. This time, it should finally be as he wishes. "

At this moment, the weather after the snow, the sun shines brightly, the city of Hai Yang enters the spring, warm.

Xiao Yan smiled dotingly, then pulled Qiao Mo into her embrace, "Alright, I'll listen to you."

… ….

One day, Qiao Mo went to Xiao Yan's company and went into a nearby convenience store, wanting to buy some sandwiches to bring over for lunch tea.

As he was paying, he coincidentally met Su Qingwan, who was wearing a white coat, as she walked in from outside.

Su Qingwan's hospital was just around the corner. It was lunch time, so it wasn't really strange that they would meet each other.

Around here, it was either a teahouse or a restaurant and convenience store.

Qiao Mo smiled. Compared to before, she didn't have much hostility towards Su Qing Wan this time. It was because she trusted Xiao Yan one hundred percent and determined that in Xiao Yan's heart, she, Qiao Mo, was the only one who would act so unscrupulously.

She said to Qiao Mo, "It's better if we meet by chance. Since we've met, let's go to a nearby teahouse for some afternoon tea."

When they arrived at the teahouse, Su Qingwan ordered two exquisite desserts and two cups of black coffee.

Qiao Mo said to the waiter: "One cup of black coffee is enough, I want to drink juice."

It was unknown whether it was ridicule or mockery, but Su Qingwan faintly laughed. She then fixed her eyes on her and said, "Do you know? Ah Yan only drinks pure water and black coffee. "

With that, Su Qingwan waved the table. She had bought some pure water from the convenience store earlier.

Qiao Mo pursed her lips, not feeling anything strange. She was aware of Xiao Yan's habit of drinking pure black coffee in the morning.

But now, it had changed.

In the morning, he would drink milk or fruit juice with Qiao Mo.

Qiao Mo chuckled, "People can change, let alone these small preferences. You probably don't know that Ah Yan and I have already stopped drinking black coffee long ago after we woke up in the morning and had a drink of milk and juice together. "

Besides, he wasn't very averse to coffee these days, except for black coffee.

After the waiter brought in the pastries, coffee and juice, Su Qingwan stirred the coffee in her cup lightly. She took a sip and coldly accused, "You are changing Xiao Yan, you like the changed Xiao Yan. And because I love Xiao Yan, I can change myself. What I love are Xiao Yan, from the very beginning to the end. "

Maybe, in the past, Qiao Mo would still think that this kind of "logic" was reasonable, but now, she did not.

"It's because I love Ah Yan that I wish for him to change his bad habits. This way, we can stay together for a longer time. Miss Su, am I right?"

Qiao Mo retorted with a tone that was neither light nor heavy, neither too fast nor too slow. Rather than saying that it was rebuttal, it was more accurate to say that she had come to a conclusion from her point of view.

However, Su Qingwan was unexpectedly unable to reply.

Qiao Mo lowered her head, took out a purple invitation card with golden edges, and pushed it in front of Su Qing Wan.

"Miss Su, Ah Yan and I will be getting married in a few days. Originally, I wanted to go with Ah Yan to your hospital to pass you the invitation, but I didn't expect to meet you here at the convenience store. Therefore, I'll give it to you first, so that we don't have to come back here again. "

Su Qingwan didn't extend her hand to receive it. Instead, she stared coldly at the wedding invitation on the table. She gave an expressionless blessing. "Congratulations."

"Thank you."

"I have never felt that you were worthy of Ah Yan, no matter what."

Qiao Mo didn't want to explain too much, so she carried her bag and stood up, and calmly replied: "Whether or not I'm worthy of Ah Yan, it's up to Ah Yan. No matter how others say I'm not, it's useless."

Su Qingwan also stood up and stared at her back that was about to leave. She angrily said, "Qiao Mo, don't tell me that you think you can't bear the fact that your child is still alive?

Qiao Mo paused in her steps, but didn't have the intention to turn around. She smiled, "Perhaps it can't pass by so easily, and it might even be tormented. But that is between Ah Yan and I, and it doesn't seem to have much to do with Miss Su."

Qiao Mo only knew that no matter how much more difficult it was, she shouldn't foolishly leave him.

Never, never again.