C235 They had a relationship?

Did they have sex?

Qiao Mo stood at the door with her ice-cold body. Her gaze was ice-cold like never before, and she stared straight at Su Qingwan who was wearing Xiao Yan's shirt.

Su Qingwan had never seen Qiao Mo have such an ice-cold face.

In her memories, even if she took an inch when it came to, she did not seem to have any ill intent. But now, the coldness in Qiao Mo's eyes caused Su Qingwan's nerves to quiver.

He couldn't help but feel guilty.

But why would she feel guilty?

It was Xiao Yan who had called her over. If Xiao Yan was willing, she, Su Qingwan, could take Qiao Mo's place at any time.

So what if Qiao Mo didn't want her? If Xiao Yan didn't want her, then she was just a broken shoe.

"Get out!"

Qiao Mo said coldly once again.

She crossed her arms, and her eyes haughtily looked at Qiao Mo, who had just arrived, "Qiao Mo, do you know what's the most important thing for a person?"

Qiao Mo pursed her lips and fell silent, while she clenched her fists tightly.

Su Qing Wan smiled, "The most important thing for a person is that they know their own limitations. Don't you think it's too laughable for Ah Yan to stick close to his with this kind of attitude? "

Qiao Mo bit her lips, stared at her with red eyes, and spoke each word: "These words, it's not your turn to warn me!"

Qiao Mo dragged her luggage past Su Qing Wan and was about to enter the living room.

As for Su Qingwan, she blocked Qiao Mo's path, "Qiao Mo, you have to clarify one thing, that is, you are not as good as Ah Yan right now …"

Before Su Qingwan could finish her words, a clear and cold male voice came from the second floor's staircase, "Why not what?"

Qiao Mo and Su Qing Wan looked up at the same time. The man was tall and jade-like as she stood at the corner of the stairs. His expression was cold and her hands were in her pockets as though she was an outsider watching a joke.

His gaze was sharp and cold. The moment Qiao Mo's gaze met with his, she suddenly realized that the man who was standing not too far away seemed to have made her feel that he had become a stranger that she could not understand.

Qiao Mo glanced at Su Qingwan, her mocking gaze once again met with the cold man on the stairs. She smiled and said, "Miss Su probably wants to say that in your heart, it seems that the child and I cannot compare to her status. Mr. Xiao, is this true? "

There was a faint smile on her lips, it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or angry, but Xiao Yan was able to see her decisiveness.

Xiao Yan's cold gaze was firmly locked onto her small face. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and he was unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Su Qingwan wanted to say something but hesitated, "Ah Yan …"

Xiao Yan looked at her coldly, but instructed her, "Let her in."

With that, Qiao Mo was immediately clear about her identity.

Xiao Yan was currently in this place, and from the meaning of Xiao Yan's words, it was not hard to tell that Su Qingwan was the mistress of this place. And she, Qiao Mo, was just an uninvited guest.

Qiao Mo dragged her luggage in. Seeing that the man on the stairs had already turned around and was about to enter the study, she raised her head and asked with a cold smile: "Then Mr. Xiao, may I ask where I should sleep tonight?"

She thought that once she arrived in New York, she would crawl into Xiao Yan's warm embrace. She also thought that Xiao Yan would hug her and their child and kiss her forever.

But he didn't expect that it would be such a scene.

Was he really in love with someone else? No longer in love with her?

But even if he no longer loved her, would he not care about their child?

Qiao Mo clenched her fists tightly, her gaze calm and collected, but in her heart, she was jumping as fast as a roller coaster.

Xiao Yan, who was standing on the second floor, did not turn around to look at Qiao Mo, but instead closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, as if he made a great decision in his heart. Only then did he slowly open his mouth: "Qingwan, take her to the guest room."

Qing Wan...

Su Qing Wan and Qiao Mo's bodies trembled.

The former was an unexpected pleasant surprise, while the latter felt his heart cool.

Qiao Mo bit her lips. He actually wanted an outsider to bring her to the guest room to rest?

What were she and her child, now, in his heart?

Could it be that she couldn't even compare to Su Qingwan, who had nothing to do with him?

After Su Qingwan finished her surprise, her lips revealed a proud and complacent smile. "Miss Qiao, come with me."

She called Qiao Mo "Miss Qiao" and did not put Qiao Mo's identity as "Mrs. Xiao" in her eyes at all. She was fearless, as if Xiao Yan's "gentleness" had already silently condoned and allowed her to do everything.

Qiao Mo's gaze was locked on the man's back as she said without blinking, "No need, I know better than you where the guest room is!"

Humiliation slowly swept through his heart.

"That would be great."

The man upstairs had already opened his long legs and entered the study room. There was a door separating Qiao Mo and him.

Qiao Mo took a deep breath and ignored Su Qingwan by herself. She then pulled the case and went to the guest room.

… ….

In the room, Qiao Mo sat on the side of the bed in a daze.

She kept her hand on her bulging belly, her gaze straight as she muttered, "Baby, why don't you tell me why Daddy doesn't want us anymore? Why did he do this to us? "

What had she done wrong?

Since the last time, when Xiao Yan had disappeared for twenty-three whole days, Qiao Mo had always felt that there was something wrong with Xiao Yan.

However, she didn't know what was wrong.

Xiao Yan and Su Qing Wan were really together?

Countless of questions filled her mind, and she felt that Xiao Yan's sudden change in behavior was weird.

Xiao Yan should not be like this, and definitely not someone who would easily change his mind.

Qiao Mo understood him well.

But this time, Su Qingwan was truly wearing his shirt, they … Had it already happened?

How could a normal woman wear a shirt that had no physical or emotional relationships at all?

And the more suitable that shirt was for Su Qingwan to wear, the more dazzling Qiao Mo felt it was.

Now that she was in New York, she had to find out whether it was for herself or for their children.

… ….

Within the study.

Su Qingwan carried a cup of milk upstairs and pushed open the study door. She walked over with a faint smile and said with concern, "Ah Yan, let's drink a cup of milk and rest up for a bit."

Xiao Yan didn't even raise his head, nor did he give her any attention. He only coldly replied: "I don't drink milk tonight."

"Drinking hot milk at night helps you sleep. You're so busy at work …"

Before Su Qing Wan could finish her words, she was cut off by Xiao Yan. "Su Qing Wan, get out!"

Su Qing Wan held the milk and her smile froze slightly. She smiled casually and said, "Ah Yan, what's wrong with you? Wasn't it fine just now? Is it too much work? "

"Don't let me say it a second time!"

"Ah Yan..."

Su Qingwan was momentarily unable to accept Xiao Yan's change in attitude and she called out to him in a somewhat wronged manner.

But Xiao Yan didn't care about it at all, as he raised his eyes and sized her up coldly.

Su Qingwan thought that he was seeing how appropriate her shirt was, so she asked, "Ah Yan, because I left in too much of a hurry when I came to New York, I didn't bring my pajamas with me, so I took your shirt to wear … Does it look good? "

Does it look good?

Xiao Yan's thin lips curled up slightly as he sneered. He stood up and put his hands in his pockets, his expression cold. When he walked to Su Qingwan's front, "Without my permission, who will allow you to wear my shirt?"

"I …" "Ah Yan, don't be angry. If anything happens to me next time, can't I just tell you?"

She, Su Qingwan, a dignified Su Clan's daughter, with a bunch of outstanding men chasing behind her, had become humble just because of this man. Su Qingwan, who had never humbled herself to welcome people as haughty as her, had become humble as well.

In love, who loves the deeper, who is destined to humble himself.

Xiao Yan's cold eyes were sharp, and his black pupils were filled with a layer of cold steel. "My shirt, only one woman can wear it, it definitely isn't you."

The merciless words coldly stabbed into Su Qingwan's heart.

Su Qingwan pursed her lips and said, "Ah Yan, although I won't get to the bottom of this, I want to know if the reason you want me to come to New York is because you really want me to accompany you, or if you want me to act out tonight?"

Xiao Yan turned, he did not look at her at all, and his voice was extremely cold, "You don't need to know about all these."

"Ah Yan..."

Just when Su Qingwan wanted to say something, a series of knocks came from the door.

Xiao Yan frowned slightly.

"Knock, knock, knock ~ ~"

"It's me. I want to ask you some questions."

Qiao Mo stood outside the door, mustered her courage and continued: "... About me and you and the children. Ah Yan, I want to have a good talk with you. "

Su Qingwan was startled, but Xiao Yan had changed his order to her and coldly said, "Lie down on the bed. Don't come out without my permission!"

Su Qing Wan frowned. She had roughly guessed Xiao Yan's motive in her heart, but she still obediently went to bed and slept on Xiao Yan's bed.

As long as Xiao Yan was willing to be together with her, she, Su Qingwan, would have the confidence to snatch Xiao Yan away.

Xiao Yan spread open his long legs, and when he opened the door, there was actually intentionally a small crack.

After the door was opened, Qiao Mo looked up and saw Xiao Yan's shirt being unbuttoned casually.

"I want to talk to you."

Just as Qiao Mo finished saying this, she slightly tilted her head and saw that in the bedroom, there was a woman sleeping on that king-size's bed.

That woman, wearing his shirt, was sleeping on his bed in a seductive posture.

Xiao Yan followed Qiao Mo's gaze and also glanced inside the room. After that, her gaze shifted towards Qiao Mo, and without the slightest bit of panic, he calmly asked: "What did you want to talk about?"

"Come out and we'll talk."

Xiao Yan rejected his mercilessly, "If there's anything you want to say, it's good enough to say it here. I'm not very free."

Qiao Mo was startled. She clenched her fists and stared at him closely. She really could not understand why Xiao Yan had become like this in the blink of an eye.

And on his bed, Su Qingwan was sleeping.

She wasn't mistaken, but in that moment, she truly hoped that she had been mistaken. She was hallucinating.