C256 No longer accept his casual departure

Qiao Mo cried for a long time. Even though it was the middle of the night, her thoughts were extremely clear, but the man in front of her was still as illusory as ever, making her unable to differentiate between reality and fantasy.

Xiao Yan's return had caught her off guard, but it had also caused a thousand ripples in her heart.

Qiao Mo went into the kitchen and cooked dumplings for Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her, watching her boil water and pour dumplings.

Being carried in his arms, this unreal feeling, Qiao Mo wanted to confirm three times whether the Xiao Yan in front of him was real or not.

She turned her head and looked at him: "I thought I was dreaming the moment I saw you."

Her eyes were red, and after crying, she looked even more haggard.

Xiao Yan bent down, tightly hugged her in his embrace and sighed softly.

Late at night, she cooked dumplings for him.

What else could make him yearn for love more than this moment?

"I'm not dreaming."

The water in the pot boiled, boiling with little white flowers.

Qiao Mo put the dumplings in the pot and poured cold water. The last time the water was boiled, Qiao Mo scooped up the dumplings.

Qiao Mo pulled Xiao Yan's hand with one hand while holding the bowl with the other, and pulled him into the living room.

Qiao Mo did not choose to sit beside him, but opposite of him. She clenched her hands into small fists and pressed them under her chin, like a primary school student who was listening attentively to his lecture. In that instant, she stared at him without blinking, as though she was afraid that in the next second, he would become an illusion and she would never see him again.

After Xiao Yan ate a few dumplings, he realized that the gaze that was fixated on him was too passionate, and he could not ignore it.

He raised his eyes and instantly met her gaze.

Qiao Mo was a little embarrassed as she said with a chuckle: "Just eat. Don't worry about me."

Xiao Yan pursed his lips. Although his gaze was unperturbed, he opened his mouth and asked: "Why did you sit so far away?"

Qiao Mo was stunned by the question, as though she never thought that he would ask this question.

She suddenly asked in a low voice, "What do you think?" Do you want me to sit closer to you? "

Xiao Yan indicated to the place beside him.

Qiao Mo lowered her face, and laughed bitterly as she shook her head.

"Sitting next to you, I can't see all of your expression. I want to sit across from you and carefully look at you."

It had been too long since she had a good look at him.

She was afraid that if she did not take a good look at the person in front of her, she would not know him anymore.

Xiao Yan was startled in his heart, but soon after, he felt a slight tugging pain. "In the future, there will be plenty of opportunities to look out for me."

He did not know why he said those words.

But he was too happy with Qiao Mo.

Could it be that he was willing to stay behind for her and her child?

He wouldn't leave, he wouldn't disappear, he wouldn't say he didn't love her anymore.

Qiao Mo's heart was like a drum, shaking violently.

She was somewhat stunned, but the man opposite her had already stood up, held her hand, and helped her over.

Qiao Mo raised her little face, and stared at the side of his face in a daze.

"Ah Yan..."

It was as if the relationship between them had returned to how it was before.

He loved her and was willing to do anything for her. Even the slightest problem could only blame him for not taking care of her properly.

When Xiao Yan loved someone, it had to be said that he was a perfect lover.

He would let the other half, over time, rely on him and lose interest in others.

Qiao Mo seemed to have been completely captured by his love for her.

She sat beside him and watched him eat the dumplings she had cooked with her own hands. "Is it delicious?" she asked.

Xiao Yan nodded, "Delicious."

"Then I'll cook it for you every day."

After Qiao Mo finished speaking, she realized that she was subconsciously asking him for her promise in the future.

Xiao Yan was silent and did not say a word.

Qiao Mo did not pursue the topic further, but pretended to take a tissue lightly and helped him wipe the corner of her mouth, "Look at you, did you not eat anything on the plane?"

She took a tissue and wiped it at the corner of his mouth. Her hand was about to fall off, but he held it.

"Little Mo."

He suddenly called to her.

Qiao Mo paused in her movements, the hand that was holding a tissue to wipe the corner of his mouth was held tightly in his palm, "Hmm? "What's wrong?"

Xiao Yan silently turned his head over, and stared at her small face in a daze. After a while, he suddenly lowered his head, grabbed the back of her head, and desperately kissed her lips.

Qiao Mo was stunned at first, but when she reacted, she changed her arms and hugged his neck, turning her face upwards to face him as she responded to his kiss.

Too much.

Xiao Yan didn't know how much he missed the woman in his arms, the kind of longing that was intertwined around his heart like tentacles, with no antidote or way to ease it, only by seeing her, hugging her, and kissing her would it be possible for it to alleviate.

Amidst the entanglement of their bodies, Qiao Mo's aura was in disorder. She looked at him with blurry eyes and spoke shamelessly, "Ah Yan, this time … You really won't go back, will you? "

Xiao Yan looked at her slightly red lips and curled his lips. Suddenly, he smiled and said: "No, not this time."

This time, he wouldn't take the initiative to leave. He would wait for her to leave him.

Qiao Mo smiled slightly as the corner of her mouth melted into countless of warmth. She then reached out to hug his neck, and hugged him tightly.

"You're not allowed to go back on your word."

"Mm, that's what I'm saying."

… ….

For the entire night, Qiao Mo did not close her eyes.

Xiao Yan also tilted his head, looking at her, and laughed: "I promised I won't go, I won't go, go to sleep, it's not early anymore."

Qiao Mo shook his head, "I want to see you more."

He had been separated from her for such a long time, but looking at the time now, it was not enough.

These days, he had become thinner and more haggard.

Xiao Yan reached out and hugged Qiao Mo, "Be good, we'll see again tomorrow, go to sleep."

Qiao Mo hugged his neck, like a child, wanting to promise him, "Then promise me, I'll still be able to see you tomorrow morning."

"Yes, definitely."

Qiao Mo was satisfied and closed her eyes without worry.

She still didn't seem confident. At the beginning, she had to open her eyes every five minutes to make sure he wasn't there.

There was nothing Xiao Yan could do about her. He reached out and scratched her nose, his tone gentle and loving, "Be good and go to sleep."

These two words of "good" finally allowed Qiao Mo to be at ease.

It seemed as if his attitude towards her had finally returned to normal.

The previous ones, he could only wait for the future and slowly investigate.

Maybe he didn't want to say it now, so he decided to wait and talk about it later.

Qiao Mo leaned into his embrace and slept the most peaceful and sweetest sleep she had ever experienced in over a month.

But it was because he was by her side.

… ….

The next morning, the light from the morning sun scattered across the ground.

Qiao Mo opened her drowsy eyes, as if she had not woken up yet, and got up.

But then she felt something was wrong and reached for the bed beside her.

Oh right, Ah Yan came back last night.

Where is he?

Qiao Mo was a little flustered, she quickly got out of bed, barefooted, she then went downstairs to look.

He had clearly promised her last night that he would not leave without saying goodbye.

Was it all a dream last night? But he was really holding her, kissing her, sleeping by her side.

It wasn't a dream.

Xiao Yan came out of the kitchen to prepare breakfast and carried it out from the kitchen. Qiao Mo almost bumped into him.

"What's going on?"

How could he be so careless when he was seven months old?

Qiao Mo was speechless for a moment. She stood blankly where she was, curled up her toes, and stared at him in a daze.

He didn't leave. He was making breakfast.

"I... I thought. You left again. "

Or maybe, last night was simply a dream.

Xiao Yan placed his breakfast on the table and turned around to size her up. He was in a mess as he carried her in his arms, barefooted.

Although there was heat in the room and it wasn't too cold, it was still winter and she was pregnant, so it was always right to keep warm.

Xiao Yan carried her up the stairs.

Qiao Mo stared at him blankly. His expression was as cold as usual, unable to discern his emotions.

Qiao Mo wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned into his embrace, and looked up at him with her little face. "I'm so scared."

Her soft voice grabbed the softest spot in his heart.

She was scared...

Xiao Yan slightly frowned, and said with a slightly hoarse voice. "Sorry."

He was not good at apologizing, much less apologizing to his wife.

It was just two simple words, without any superfluous emotions.

Qiao Mo answered with a deadpan "En", and then said: "I accept this apology, but I … I won't accept you leaving as you please. "

Xiao Yan's gaze fell on her small face. After a long while, he finally said a single word, "Alright."

Xiao Yan carried Qiao Mo upstairs and put on his shoes. After washing up, they went downstairs to eat breakfast.

Qiao Mo had not eaten Xiao Yan's breakfast for a long time, her appetite was extremely good.

After finishing breakfast, Qiao Mo continued to cling onto him.

Xiao Yan also allowed her to cling onto him, as he reached out to hug her, "Since when did it become so sticky?"

Qiao Mo was worried about loss and gain, and it probably started from when Xiao Yan took his leave for the first time without saying anything, and then it became less certain.

But the thing that Xiao Yan was most certain of in his entire life, was that he would always belong to her.

Xiao Yan pulled her body away, reached out to caress her lower abdomen, and asked hoarsely: "Is the child still doing well recently?"

Xiao Yan squatted down and pressed his ear against Qiao Mo's stomach, while listening, he opened his mouth, as if he was talking to the child inside Qiao Mo's stomach, "If you dare to bully mommy, daddy will definitely not let you go, understand?"

Qiao Mo let out a "Puchi" sound, as she laughed out.

Who was he, the father, scaring them before the baby was born?

But in the bottom of Qiao Mo's heart, a warm feeling spread out.

Suddenly, he remembered that he had said in the Mount Switzerland that he would divorce her. He did not want the words of a child.

At that time, how could he harden his heart to say such words?

Qiao Mo's expression suddenly darkened. She pursed her lips and said, "Ah Yan, do you not like our child?"

Don't like it? How could that be?

Xiao Yan stood up, caressed her hair and laughed: "Don't think too much."

Qiao Mo nodded, "Then give our children a name. They will be born soon."

Xiao Yan glanced outside the window, "It doesn't matter if they are boys or girls, one is called Xiao Zi Xi and the other is called Young Master Xiao, hm?"

"Xiao Zi Xi, Young Master Xiao Wang?" Qiao Mo muttered, "It's pretty nice to listen to."

"Zi" was the third generation member of the Xiao family, and "Xi" and "hope" meant "hope".