C183 active improvement of conception rate

After Qiao Mo left the teahouse, she took her bag with him to the Xiao's.

When he arrived at Xiao Yan's office, he saw that Xiao Yan was in the middle of a meeting. Qiao Mo placed the pastries and tea he had brought along on the table.

After Xiao Yan returned from his meeting, he saw Qiao Mo sitting on the sofa absent-mindedly. It was unknown what she was thinking about.

When Xiao Yan finally walked to Qiao Mo's side, Qiao Mo finally regained her senses.

"Have you finished your meeting?"

Qiao Mo vacated a spot, but was pulled back into the man's embrace with a pair of arms.

"What are you thinking about? So lost in thought. " His voice, his breathing, they were all in his ears.

Qiao Mo slightly turned her head, looked at his handsome face, and said in a daze, "I was only thinking that in this lifetime, I would have such good fortune, to be able to marry you."

Xiao Yan held her small hand tightly, and with his other hand, he dotingly scratched her nose lightly.

Then, the man's eyes fell on the tea and pastries on the table in front of him.

"To the teahouse?"

Qiao Mo answered honestly, "I met Su Qingwan nearby. She invited me to the teahouse for a cup of tea and chatted."

"What kind of bewitching soup did she give you?" Xiao Yan frowned, his voice was tight with a tinge of nervousness.

Qiao Mo laughed, "She didn't drink any enchantment soup for me, don't be so nervous."

Furthermore, this time, what happened in the Mount Switzerland, Qiao Mo would never forget that kind of unforgettable experience of life and death. Those who did not care about life and death, and those who did not care about separation, would only feel relieved if they had not experienced those things.

Qiao Mo didn't want to leave Xiao Yan, so she didn't want to leave anymore.

Qiao Mo grabbed Xiao Yan's hand, lowered his watery eyes, and said: "I just happened to meet her, and gave her our wedding invitation."

"Why did you invite her to our wedding? I haven't settled the score with her about the matter of her giving you the Bewitching Soup! "

The man was extremely fierce, with a sinister look, looking as though he was about to settle some debts. Qiao Mo snorted and laughed.

"No one can blame me for this. It's me who cares too much." Ah Yan, I … "

"Hmm?"

"Let me ask you, do you really, really not care whether we have children or not? "If the treatment really isn't good and the treatment isn't good, I won't be able to give birth to a child in this lifetime, I …"

Xiao Yan frowned, "I've said it before, to me, children are like icing on the cake. If there really isn't any, I wouldn't mind."

Qiao Mo's eyes widened as she tightly clenched her fingers.

… ….

While Xiao Yan was working, Qiao Mo brought along the Design Draft's map and sat on the side of the sofa, also working.

Time didn't feel too bad, and it was almost time to get off work.

Xiao Yan held Qiao Mo's hand and they got off work together.

The news gradually spread throughout the entire Xiao's building. Recently, the smiling face of the Boss was like a blossoming flower in spring, all thanks to this CEO's wife.

After the two entered the private elevator, Xiao Yan suddenly lowered his head and looked at the little girl beside him.

The man smiled and said, "Recently, everyone in the company has been talking about your achievements."

Qiao Mo did not know whether to laugh or cry. Raising her little face, she asked: "Are you sure, they are not saying that I am a beauty who brought disaster upon you, causing you to be the next ruler?"

The private elevator arrived at the underground parking lot, and when the elevator arrived, Xiao Yan held Qiao Mo's hand, and they walked towards the parking area while talking and laughing.

In the darkness, there was a pair of eyes that were filled with hatred, staring straight at them …

Qiao Mo pulled open the passenger seat. Just as she was about to get on the car, she felt something was wrong and turned around to look.

"What are you looking at?"

Qiao Mo frowned, but did not see anyone, "Nothing, Ah Yan, I just feel that someone is following us."

"What are you thinking about? Get in the car."

Qiao Mo nodded, "Maybe I'm hallucinating."

Qiao Mo did not think too much into it, and followed Xiao Yan into the carriage.

In the dark corner, the petite figure, which was hidden under the dim light, wore a black mask.

Song Xiazhi clenched her fist, and spoke each word through the gaps between her teeth: "Qiao, Mo, I will make you pay!"

What she could not obtain, Qiao Mo could not even dream of obtaining!

The humiliation she had suffered, she had to repay it multiple times to Qiao Mo!

… ….

Returning to the New Garden Villa, the small rice bucket in the courtyard was sprawled on the lawn rolling around.

Qiao Mo got off the car, and carried the mischievous small rice bucket in her arms. She looked at the dog food by the side of the bed, and frowned: "Why aren't you eating properly? Do you want to be beaten up? "

After Xiao Yan parked the car, he walked over with a long jade body and a car key in his hand.

Looking at the small rice bucket that he favored, he frowned and snorted: "From tomorrow onwards, there will be no need to feed it anymore!"

small rice bucket, who was in Qiao Mo's embrace, seemed to be able to understand the words of a human as he cried out in dissatisfaction.

"Aiya, why are you fighting with a little dog?"

Qiao Mo put down the small rice bucket, and of course the latter was tactful, seeing that the male owner was not taking advantage of him, he immediately went to eat his own food.

Qiao Mo saw the man's awkward expression, and took the initiative to pull his arm, "Alright, let's go in and cook."

… ….

busied himself around his apron in the kitchen as he entered the house.

After Xiao Yan changed into his house clothes, he entered the kitchen and hugged Qiao Mo from behind. He bent over and whispered into her ear, and asked in a low voice: "Xiao Mo, what kind of wedding do you want?"

Qiao Mo turned her head to look at him, and laughed: "Isn't weddings supposed to be Chinese and Western? Either you'll marry me back in your palanquin or you'll be in church? "What's new?"

Xiao Yan did not think much of it, "As long as there's a wedding on the ground, there will be a wedding in the air, as long as you can think of one."

Qiao Mo was startled and immediately shook her head. The wedding in the sky … Sleepless was too much of an exaggeration.

"Forget about the wedding in the sky, let's just honestly hold it on the ground. I think the wedding is just a formality, and I don't have any special requests. "

Xiao Yan lowered his head and bit her earlobe, "Other women have a lot of requests for weddings, but you don't care at all."

"We've been married for so long, how many pink hearts do you still want me to have?"

"Alright, if you want it to be simpler, then do it."

Qiao Mo took out the fried golden poached egg from the pot and placed it on a plate.

Xiao Yan glanced at her, but still couldn't stop himself from asking, "What did Su Qingwan tell you today?"

"It's nothing. I just mentioned some of your past hobbies. I was changing you when you were with me, but if you were with her, she would follow you without reservation."

Actually, even Qiao Mo did not know which kind of love would be deeper.

Everyone treated their feelings differently. She had her own way of doing things, and Su Qingwan also had Su Qingwan's style. It was hard to say who was right and who was wrong. In love, there was no right or wrong, only willingly.

Xiao Yan hugged her waist, rubbed it, and said: "I don't even remember her."

"If you still remember her, I really feel that this Su Qingwan will be my match."

"Little Mo."

"Hmm?"

"I like the way you care about me."

Qiao Mo smiled, "Then in the future, if I'm jealous every day, you will feel that I am unreasonable again."

"You have to do it anyway. If you don't try, how would you know what I think?"

Xiao Yan clearly said as he set up a trap for her.

Qiao Mo was not fooled, "Quickly wash your hands and start eating."

Even though Qiao Mo and Xiao Yan had been married for a long time and could be considered to be an old couple, when the time for the wedding was almost upon them, there was a kind of fear for the wedding itself.

This feeling of fear was both nervous and excited, and it even contained a hint of sweetness.

Every night, after Qiao Mo washed her face, he would stick to her face mask and sleep early.

As for Xiao Yan, he was a little distressed. After Qiao Mo finished applying the mask, she immediately went to sleep.

"Little Mo, I'm hungry."

Qiao Mo took off her mask and stood up, "Then I'll go cook some supper for you."

Just as she was about to get up, a man grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back, pressing her down.

The man's big hand held onto her small hand, pulling her towards that burning place. His voice was low and deep, with a hint of alluring sexiness, "I'm hungry here …"

Qiao Mo said with a red face, "Hey, it's already 9, no need."

He had always been a persistent type. If he were to be conservative, it would probably be around 11 o'clock. Her beauty sleep before 10 o'clock wouldn't be able to go to sleep.

Having persisted in her beauty sleep for so long, she couldn't give up halfway.

Qiao Mo refused, "Ah Yan, endure this for a while. On the wedding night, I will make it up to you."

But as soon as she finished speaking, her face turned red.

What right did she have to make it up to him? And when she voluntarily mentioned the consequences of replenishing him, it would be … The endless, never-ending punishment and entanglement.

Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

Qiao Mo braced herself, in order to let him settle down, she nodded, "Mn, really."

Unexpectedly, not only did this man not stop, he even became even more aggressive. He suppressed her ears and said word by word, "Then tonight, let's repay half …"

Qiao Mo only felt that [Dual Moon Retreat] had become soft …

But even if Xiao Yan didn't bring it up, Qiao Mo still felt that in her heart, Xiao Yan still cared about his child.

He had been wrapped around her for such a long time every time, to the point that Xiao Yan had not touched a single drop of alcohol recently, let alone a cigarette.

The socialising was rejected all at once.

It wasn't that she couldn't guess that Xiao Yan was actively raising the fertility rate.

Qiao Mo crawled into his embrace, so much that she could pinch water out of her skin. She blushed red and stuck to his boiling hot chest as she spoke hoarsely, "Ah Yan, if only we could have a child, how nice that would be."

The man hugged her tightly, his voice sonorous and forceful. "There will be!"

Definitely.

Qiao Mo raised her head, and kissed his thin lips.

Night, flirtatious girl.

… ….

Qiao Mo didn't have any relatives in Hai City, and after Qiao Sheng's death, her only family member Feng Che was far away in New York.

Qiao Mo informed Feng Che in advance that she had rushed back to Seahold from New York City the day before their wedding.

On this night, Qiao Mo separated from Xiao Yan in an apartment under Feng Che's name.

I heard that on the day before the wedding, the groom and the bride cannot meet. I don't know who suggested it, but I don't know if it was a prank or was it because they wanted to see Xiao Yan panicking. They forcefully took Qiao Mo away.

In the apartment, there were many of Qiao Mo's classmates and friends accompanying him.

On this night, Qiao Mo was in her apartment, entertaining her classmates and friends.

After the meal, these girlfriends would inevitably ask her about something that made her blush and her heart beat faster.

The conversation at the beginning, was actually very normal. It was about how Qiao Mo and Xiao Yan met each other, and how they got married.

But later on, the topic became more and more inappropriate …

"Silently, I used to watch the entertainment news about the gossip President Xiao saying, that aspect is especially good, not falling overnight!"

"Yes, yes. Silently, is that true?"

"You'll know when you look at how silent and wet it is! The President Xiao must be very powerful! "

Qiao Mo was really shy. Just as she was about to find an excuse to get a snack, her phone rang.

The caller ID showed Xiao Yan.

A bunch of young girls surrounded Qiao Mo, and when their gazes fell on the phone, they continuously told Qiao Mo to pick it up in front of them.

Qiao Mo's scalp tingled, she could only pick it up …