C195 If we become enemies, will you not want me?

If we became enemies, would you not want me?

After Xiao Yan returned to the New Garden Villa, he went straight upstairs.

The woman in the bedroom slept so deeply that her face was slightly red and a few wrinkles formed on the blanket.

Xiao Yan walked to the side of the bed and sat down. He couldn't help but tease her for a bit, then pinched her small face with his long fingers.

"You're back?"

Xiao Yan reached out and poked her nose, "How long have you been sleeping for?"

Qiao Mo slept soundly. After she woke up, she was at a loss for a long time before waking up.

She sighed, as if tired from sleep. "I slept for a long time, but ever since you went back to the company, I've been sleeping. Until now."

Xiao Yan carried her and stood up, his long arms held onto her body and he whispered into her ears: "You've been sleeping for so long, why don't I take you out for a walk?"

Qiao Mo's entire body was weak and weak, and there was indeed a lack of movement. Just for a walk. "

The afternoon sun faced the sea, the sea seemed to twinkle, the stars shone.

Qiao Mo had been absent-minded the whole time as she held her hand. Suddenly, she turned her head, looked deeply at her, and asked: "Little Mo, what do you think about Rong Chengmo?"

Qiao Mo was startled, she did not expect Xiao Yan to suddenly ask her this question. She knitted her brows, "Rong Chengmo? "Sly, cunning."

Xiao Yan squinted his eyes, his black pupils exuding a probing light as he smiled.

Qiao Mo thought about what happened that morning and her small hand suddenly and subconsciously hooked onto Xiao Yan's big hand.

When the man felt it, he stopped and looked back at her.

"What's wrong?"

Qiao Mo bit her lips slightly, and looked at him with a frown. "Ah Yan, what will happen if we become enemies one day?"

Xiao Yan's handsome face was grave and stern, his serene and deep gaze fixed upon her. After a long while, he finally broke into a smile and spoke: "Why would you make such a hypothesis?"

He walked up to her and locked his eyes on her little face.

"I saw a novel today that said, 'Male protagonist... She is the protagonist's arch enemy. "

Xiao Yan's gaze was always focused on her, not moving away from her. His voice was even very calm, without any fluctuation or ripple. "Then this male lead is really unlucky."

Qiao Mo looked up in shock, "Why do you think it's the male lead's bad luck? Since the male lead is the arch enemy of the female protagonist and the female protagonist falls in love with the male lead, the female protagonist is feeling conflicted. "

Xiao Yan stared at her without blinking, "Then have you thought about it? When this male protagonist falls in love with the female protagonist, he will suffer even more in his heart after knowing about this matter. As for the one who is owed, no matter how much he struggles and struggles, whatever harm he does will become a matter to be taken for granted. "

A unique insight.

Qiao Mo looked up at the man in front of him, and was stunned for a moment.

She pursed her lips and gave a bitter smile. Then, she buried her head and continued walking forward. "Perhaps."

Xiao Yan suddenly grabbed her wrist from behind and pulled her into his embrace. She was completely imprisoned in his embrace.

Above his head, the voice was not considered gentle. It was even clear and cold, carrying a hint of warning.

"No matter what kind of relationship we will turn into, even if it becomes an enemy relationship, I won't let you go. Qiao Mo, you have already left me for two years, don't tell me you still want to leave me for another two years? "

Qiao Mo's entire body was startled, and her hands slowly landed on his waist, tightly grabbing onto his shirt.

"I don't want to leave you for the next two years."

Xiao Yan lowered his head and kissed her forehead. His voice, that was blown mute by the sea breeze, sounded soft and soft like a cello, causing one to be enchanted, "Even if we become enemies, we're still husband and wife."

Besides, she was pregnant with his child now. Where did she want to go?

He wouldn't allow it, he definitely wouldn't!

… ….

After he had returned from his walk outside, Qiao Mo's entire person was at a loss.

Maybe he realized that the intent behind his story had been seen through by Xiao Yan who was sensitive and astute, or maybe he realized that he couldn't find a way to vent his feelings.

This time, there was not just one Rong Chengmo between them, nor was it as simple as the same Song Xiazhi either. Rather, it was very possible that this gap would be between her and her mother …

At night, Xiao Yan was in the study room taking care of official business.

Today, Qiao Mo did not enter the study to accompany Xiao Yan. Instead, she held her mobile phone and went to the balcony, which was furthest from the study.

She called Feng Che.

After the call connected, Qiao Mo went straight to the point: "Brother, I want to ask you something, it concerns our mother."

Feng Che, who was on the other side, was slightly startled. "Xiaoxiao, why did you suddenly remember to ask about Mother?"

Originally, he had never planned to bring the grudges of the previous generation to her. Moreover, she was now Xiao Yan's wife, so there was no need to make her bear this pain.

Qiao Mo bit her lips and said, "Brother, I recently heard that it is possible that mother is still alive."

"What did you say?" Feng Che was shocked.

He was still young, so he was not too clear about what had happened back then. He only heard from the Uncle Qiao that their mother had left with their father after giving birth to Qiao Mo.

"Brother, not only is mother alive, she might have come back for revenge."

Feng Che slightly frowned, "Xiaoxiao, you know everything?"

Qiao Mo's eyes were soaked as she closed her eyes lightly. She said with a bitter smile: "What I should know is only a matter of time."

"The grudges of the previous generation should not be borne by you."

"But if Mother really wants to take revenge, I will not stand by and do nothing. I will not allow her to harm Xiao Yan, and of course, I will not allow Xiao Yan to harm her either."

"Xiaoxiao, you don't need to worry about this matter. I'll send someone to investigate it now. Once I'm done with the matters at hand, I'll head back to Seahold to settle this matter."

Qiao Mo's tears slowly fell. "Brother, I'm pregnant."

"Xiaoxiao, just stay together with Xiao Yan properly. I do not need you to bear the grudges of the previous generation. Even if it is the next generation, it should be me and not you."

But if that was the case, how could Qiao Mo not be drawn in?

On one side was her mother, and on the other was the man she had loved all her life, and on the other was the father of her child.

The back of his hand, if he could only choose one, it would hurt to choose either side.

Qiao Mo knew very well that since his mother had already found Rong Chengmo, she had already made up her mind to take revenge on Xiao's.

If the one that died at that time was Xiao Yan, she would probably still have some obsession in her heart, and maybe even more so than Lu Hailan.

After Qiao Mo hung up, she turned around and bumped into a sturdy and broad chest.

The phone in his hand suddenly dropped to the ground as he let out a wail.

Xiao Yan lowered his head and looked at her coldly, "Who are you calling?"

Qiao Mo's mind was in a mess, because she had just been crying, her eyes were still red, she swallowed her saliva: "Oh, I, I'm calling my brother. Tell him I'm pregnant. "

Xiao Yan bent over and picked up the phone on the floor. He did not look at her phone, but instead returned it to her.

"Call your bro, what are you doing on the balcony?"

Qiao Mo's mind was in a mess, she couldn't think of any good excuses.

As for Xiao Yan, he reached out his hand and rubbed her little head, "It's cold here, just call me at the house. If you get cold, what should I do?"

Qiao Mo lowered his head, "Oh, I was afraid that my phone call would disturb your work."

Xiao Yan's long finger gently caressed the slightly red corner of her eye.

However, he did not ask nor say anything. Instead, he bent down and carried Qiao Mo by the waist and entered the house.

Qiao Mo stretched out her arms and hugged his neck, burying her small face into his chest. Because she had cried before, her voice was hoarse and a little pitiful.

"Ah Yan, will there be a day when we become enemies? Will you not want me?"

Xiao Yan was silent for a long time, and still did not speak.

Only when Qiao Mo thought that she could no longer wait for the answer, did she finally open her mouth slowly. His voice was calm and steady, without any ripples in it, "No, unless you let go, I will never abandon you."

Qiao Mo bit her lips, and hugged his neck tighter.

… ….

In the middle of the night, Qiao Mo had a nightmare.

Her forehead was drenched with sweat.

Xiao Yan heard the people around him talking in their dreams, and extended his arm out, turning on the table lamp beside him. Through the gentle light, Qiao Mo continued to talk in her sleep.

"Mom... "Mom …"

Her voice was simply too soft. Xiao Yan listened closely and asked softly, "Little Mo, what did you say?"

Inside Qiao Mo's greyish white lips, she continuously called out, "Mom … "Mom …"

Xiao Yan's eyes darkened.

In the end, Qiao Mo was woken up from her nightmare and screamed as she woke up.

She hugged Xiao Yan's neck, and hugged Xiao Yan in a blur of reality and fantasy, calling him "Mom" a few times consecutively.

Xiao Yan's large hand landed on her back that was trembling with fear. Step by step, it calmed down her fear and nervousness.

"What did you dream of?"

Qiao Mo was speechless, she only opened her mouth but could not say anything.

She dreamt of Lu Hailan. She dreamt of Lu Hailan holding her hands, holding onto her hands and holding a gun to Xiao Yan's heart, screaming for her to kill Xiao Yan.

Qiao Mo was not willing, so she continued to whisper the words "the person who killed the father" into her ear.

Qiao Mo lost control, and continued to shout out Lu Hailan's name, begging her to let him go.

Qiao Mo trembled in fear. She felt that this dream was too realistic.

She crawled into Xiao Yan's embrace and hugged him tightly, her entire body drenched in cold sweat. She closed her eyes tightly and bit her lips, unwilling to say a single word.

Xiao Yan felt the fear and terror of the person in his embrace, and only lightly patted her.

The deep, magnetic male voice landed on her ear and comforted her in a low voice, "Little Mo is not afraid, it's just a nightmare."

Qiao Mo was most afraid of Xiao Yan's death.

He remembered that time in the Mount Switzerland, Qiao Mo was even afraid of the sound of snow falling.

As long as it fell, her entire heart would rise up.

She gripped Xiao Yan's clothes tightly, raised her head, and moved closer with her small, wet face.

Xiao Yan was very surprised. What exactly did this deep night kiss mean?

But perhaps it was because the person in front of him was someone he could take even a single dose of poison from, and he no longer wanted to think about her insanity.