C225 Her lips made him fall in love with her …

Her lips, make him lustful

The weather in New York was fine.

Until 2 in the afternoon, there was no news of Xiao Yan. She stayed at the hotel and was about to become sick, so he ran down to the streets and strolled. There was nothing special about this area.

She walked very slowly. Along the way, she looked at the passing foreigners with golden hair and blue eyes, but they all seemed to be dragging her along, making her seem more and more lonely. Only the long shadow of the setting sun was left behind her, accompanying her.

"Miss, do you think that when the sun is setting in the west, the people who broke their intestines will be at the ends of the world?"

Suddenly, someone behind her spoke in Chinese. It was a voice that she was very familiar with.

She turned around and saw Xiao Yan standing under the orange sunlight. His hands were in his pockets as he smiled at her.

Actually, he didn't use such a teasing and flirting tone to joke with her, nor did he have such a free and easy way to laugh.

He was wearing a white top quality shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A light breeze was blowing, causing his hair to flutter. He wore a faint golden color, and his smile was as pure as an angel.

This was her first time seeing Xiao Yan like this.

Far and familiar.

Qiao Mo stood there in a daze, seeing his smile, she started to heat up from the start, then suddenly ran over to him and crashed into his arms.

Xiao Yan was unable to defend in time and was knocked back a step by this little girl.

Qiao Mo didn't even have time to speak as her small hands wrapped around his neck and tiptoed. She couldn't help but kiss his cheek.

Qiao Mo had never before proactively gotten close to him in public.

He gave a start at her initiative, then laughed and ruffled her hair.

His familiar gesture filled her with delight. She pressed her forehead against his cheek, half blaming, half sweet as she muttered, "How could you play with me for so long? Why aren't you answering my phone! Do you know how anxious I am? "I almost thought you didn't want me or our baby …"

Qiao Mo muttered, and said a lot of things.

Her eyes slowly filled with tears as she looked at him.

Xiao Yan didn't say anything and only pressed his head against hers as he hugged her tightly.

He didn't want to say anything.

Deep in his heart, he had already made up his mind to not meet her again until he recovered from his illness. However, in the end, he couldn't help but miss her. Even at the cost of his life, he had to meet her once.

… ….

Xiao Yan held her hand and walked back to the hotel.

He asked gently, "Did Little Mo come alone? Are you afraid? "

Qiao Mo's small hands held tightly onto his, as though she was afraid that he would run away again, and her palms were actually covered in sweat.

"I'm afraid."

She stared into his dark eyes and squeezed out a word from between her teeth.

It wasn't that he didn't know how great of a blow it was for Qiao Mo to be left without any news, but no matter how indifferent he had been to her for the past twenty odd days, whether it was right or wrong, in the end, he still couldn't resist coming to see her.

He was afraid that she would be alone in this strange country, in this strange city, lost, unable to return home, unable to find him, crying like a child.

Qiao Mo was in a very bad mood, but she had been suppressing her emotions from the very beginning until now, and did not react. She wanted to make things clear with Xiao Yan first, not wanting him to leave again, and even more so not giving her any information like this.

The hotel was close by, not far away.

Xiao Yan pulled her into the hotel.

Qiao Mo asked: "You ignored me and did not contact me because of some troublesome matters with the United States company, so you are too busy?"

She clearly knew that these were just excuses. If he really wanted to answer her phone, how could he not have time?

But even if he lied to her.

The two of them had already entered the elevator.

There were only the two of them in the elevator. Qiao Mo raised his head and looked at him with her crystal clear eyes.

Xiao Yan pursed his lips and lied very smoothly without the slightest hesitation: "Yes."

Qiao Mo asked again, "Is it settled now?"

"Yes, it's done."

"Then are you going to leave me? "Are you going to leave me alone?"

"... "I don't know."

His answer was beyond her expectations.

He slightly lowered his eyes, his drenched eyelashes casting a small shadow. He was no longer as sharp as before, and appeared to be very refined and calm.

Qiao Mo suppressed the tears in her eyes, bit her lips and stared at him: "So you're saying, there's still a possibility of not giving me any news and losing contact with me?"

Xiao Yan's gaze moved to her face, "Little Mo …"

She didn't know what was going on between them.

I really don't know.

"Do you not like me? You don't want me to become Mrs. Xiao? "

Other than this, Qiao Mo could not think of anything else.

Xiao Yan's change in attitude was just too great. Even if it was about Lu Hailan, it shouldn't have been like this.

The man's eyes stared deeply at her. "How can I not like you? How could I not want you to be my wife? "

Qiao Mo panicked, reached out to grab his arm, and anxiously asked, "Then why do you always hide from me recently?"

"I'm not hiding from you."

The tears in Qiao Mo's eyes flowed down, "You liar. You obviously didn't want to see me. "

"If I didn't want to see you, I wouldn't have come looking for you today."

After asking for a long time, he did not get a clear answer to any of her questions. They all went around him like he was playing tai chi.

Qiao Mo was a little angry, and took her little hand out of his palm. She stood in the elevator and kept a long distance between them.

Xiao Yan rubbed his forehead, his lips moved, wanting to say something, he finally swallowed his words.

When they reached the tenth floor, Qiao Mo walked out of the elevator first and complained to him in a serious tone, "How can you be such a bastard?"

Her stomach. And carrying his child.

He was not responsible to her.

Xiao Yan followed behind her, listening to her complain, "I know that I said something out of anger that day, and I know that you must be angry. I said I was going home to see my mother, and I knew I must have been thinking badly about it. But, Xiao Yan, could it be that the method you used to punish me was to ignore me, stop giving me information about you, and even start to treat me coldly, is that really a punishment? These days, I've called you countless times. I've thought about it before, if the phone call connected, I would apologize to you and properly coax you, but you haven't even given me this opportunity … "

She didn't look back as she took out her room card and opened the door. She didn't see the expression of the man behind her.

Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly hugged her from behind.

The door clicked open and she was thrown into the room.

Locked. Before the room had time to turn on the light, the curtains were drawn and a large area of darkness enveloped the room.

She wanted to continue with what she had just said, but her lips moved and her nose began to ache. She was unable to say anything more.

Her tensed body suddenly relaxed. As if she didn't even have the strength to stand, she fell into his arms.

Xiao Yan lowered his head, his lips close to her ear and kissing her neck.

The man's low and hoarse voice was extremely slow as he said, "I miss you."

His warm, damp breath, like a vine full of tentacles, followed her ears and burrowed into her heart.

"Did you miss me?" he asked.

It had already been twenty days since they parted. Every day, it was as if he had spent every second of every day as long as a year. His longing for her did not fade even after a day had passed.

When Zhao Qian called his main doctor, he was undergoing chemotherapy and his entire body was drenched in sweat. The pain seemed to have passed through his body, and it was impossible to feel it anymore, causing him to become extremely numb. Compared to the pain he missed, the pain from the chemotherapy seemed to have become more unconscious.

He had escaped from the hospital without saying a word to the attending physician and the group. He had only wanted to meet with her once, so he didn't care too much about it.

That included the life that was in danger.

He asked her if she missed him, and she didn't answer, which was a question she knew how to ask.

If she didn't miss him, then what was she doing here alone? See the Empire State Building? Or the Statue of Liberty?

She was no longer in the mood to see that. The only bit of interest she had was to go with him.

She was so depressed that she didn't want to talk anymore. She didn't want to ask any more questions, even if tomorrow, he would suddenly disappear again. At this moment, she could only turn around and tightly hug his neck.

How could she miss him? In fact, she missed him on an average every second of his absence, walking the strange streets during the day, she mused, counting to a thousand, and if he showed up, she would decide to ignore everything.

When she counted to 998, he really came. She was full of anger, but couldn't say a word. She didn't even want to blame him for his sudden disappearance.

He felt as if he had travelled all the way to the end of a long journey. His body was suddenly filled with a sense of helplessness and weakness. The moment he threw himself into his arms, he finally found a safe haven.

He lowered his face and kissed her precisely on the lips in the dim room.

Her lips were like melting ice cream on a September day, soft and sweet and cool.

Xiao Yan had never been so greedy for a person's lips.

Qiao Mo momentarily forgot to struggle, and no longer wanted to overestimate her own strength. Her fingers kept moving from his neck to her face, matching her movements with her elegant neck that was slightly raised.

While breathing, she muttered, "Ah Yan, I and my baby miss you so much …"

The tears at the corner of her eyes gently slid down her hair. Even a thousand words could not match this sentence, "I miss you so much."

She was already unsure if he would still love her. Rather than worrying, she might as well hug him tightly and not let him leave again.

Qiao Mo was greedy for his embrace, her temperature, his aura, everything.

They struggled so much that they almost forgot to breathe. Only when they were drenched in sweat and exhausted, did they finally let go of each other reluctantly.

Xiao Yan's face was pressed up against her burning hot cheeks, and his breathing was a little ragged.

Qiao Mo bit her swollen lips, and stared at Yun Che in the dim light.

There was a glimmer in his eyes.

"Ah Yan..."

Even though due to the chemotherapy, Xiao Yan's eyesight had decreased a little, but at such a close distance, he could still see the tears in her eyes.

His wife was crying.

But he didn't know how to comfort her.

After a long while, Qiao Mo finally seemed to compromise. Sighing, she asked while suppressing a trembling voice, "Then, when do you plan to abandon me? When will you stop sending me messages? "

Xiao Yan's face turned into a string in the dim light.

"Qiao Mo."

"Stop calling me."

She suddenly interrupted him with an angry look and a pleading look, "You said you're not sure you'll leave me behind, and you're not sure you'll go missing again …" Xiao Yan, let's open our cards. Honestly speaking, have you fallen for another woman? "

Qiao Mo's voice trembled slightly.

And Xiao Yan's eyes were clear and cold, with a cold sheen.

His gaze darkened as he suddenly pressed the head of the little woman in his embrace into his chest. He held her tightly, breathing heavily and sighing heavily.

Qiao Mo's chest was tightly shackled by him, and as she listened to his rapid heartbeat, she was at a loss. She did not know what she had said wrongly, nor did she know what Xiao Yan's intentions were. His mind and heart were too heavy for her to guess.

However, did this hug also mean that he still loved her? And he wouldn't leave her and their baby missing?