C264 Husband to cover up for little Mo

Qiao Mo was held by the hand all the way until they entered the stage of Maybach.

Ever since he had emerged from the annual tournament, Qiao Mo had been feeling very drowsy.

When they were in the car, Qiao Mo regained her senses and asked suspiciously: "How do you know what Miss Zhao told me?"

At that time, he was so far away from her. With so many people around, he definitely wouldn't have been able to hear what that Miss Zhao said to him. As for … She was curious as to how he had guessed it.

Xiao Yan did not start the car immediately, but turned to look at her instead. She was standing in the crowd, and his gaze was always on her.

Naturally, the disappointment on her face could also be seen.

Xiao Yan's understanding of Qiao Mo was probably even more thorough than Qiao Mo's own.

She was happy. Even if she didn't smile, he could still feel her sadness. Even if she didn't cry, he could still feel all the pain in her heart.

Even though she didn't know the specific details of the conversation, she knew that the young mistress of the Zhao Clan must have said something which displeased her.

The so called Annual Meeting was merely a synonym for the Wealthy Class Banquet. Miss Zhao was born in a Venerable family and had been arrogant since childhood. She and Qiao Mo were naturally from two different worlds.

It's just a different view of the world, a different view of life.

Qiao Mo blinked his big, black eyes, and looked deeply into his profound eyes. How do you know? "

Xiao Yan suddenly pressed down Qiao Mo's small head, lowered his head, and kissed her deeply.

The moist kiss was filled with affection, unlike the domineering kiss from before, which was as long and long as water, causing Qiao Mo's breathing to become weak as she leaned into his embrace, her clear eyes slightly narrowed.

Little hands climbed up his neck.

Nestling in his embrace, she felt a little depressed.

Xiao Yan stroked his wife's little head, "Little Mo, tell your husband, what did Miss Zhao say about my Little Mo?"

For some reason, the recent Xiao Yan's pampering and doting of her had become like an adult's pampering of a child. The pampered Qiao Mo also felt as if he had returned to his childhood.

Qiao Mo pouted her lips, the light in the basement parking lot was dim, and she looked at him weakly: "Actually it's nothing, it's just asking me what school I go to, what's going on in my house, and how you call me Miss Qiao, after knowing all my background, you call me Miss Qiao, she should be wondering, how a normal and ordinary woman like me could be compatible with the famous Mr. Xiao in Shanghai."

Xiao Yan pinched her little face. Qiao Mo was pregnant, her body was fat and chubby, and with her arms wrapped around her legs, she comforted her: "Other than me, no one else is worthy of Little Mo."

He didn't say, Little Mo can match up to me, he only said, other than him, no one else can.

The love that brought her to the heavens.

Qiao Mo raised her eyebrows, the corner of her mouth smiling like the stars, and said: "Little Mo's family background is the entire Xiao's and I."

Qiao Mo humphed proudly, she did not believe it.

Qiao Mo climbed out of his embrace to the front passenger seat and patted him: "Hurry, drive."

Xiao Yan laughed softly as he started the car, and joked: "Mr. Driver wants to drive, Mrs. Xiao needs to sit tight."

Qiao Mo could not help but laugh as she glared at him.

When he arrived at New Garden Villa, the moon was clear and the air was especially bright. The night was beautiful, the waves of the ocean were crashing against the rocks. Even though it was a winter night, Qiao Mo felt unusually warm inside, as though his heart was completely warm.

Xiao Yan parked the car, got off the car, and walked around the front of the car. He opened the passenger door, and then pulled Qiao Mo out.

Qiao Mo suddenly held onto his arm, raised her head and smiled sweetly at him: "Let's go for a stroll at the seaside before returning home?"

Qiao Mo was wearing a long skirt and on the outside, she was wearing Xiao Yan's black overcoat. She was wearing a medium size coat on Xiao Yan's body, but it had already turned into a long coat on him.

Xiao Yan reached out to stroke her coat, and looked at the shore, afraid that she would catch a cold. Seeing the anticipation in Qiao Mo's eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse.

Xiao Yan stared at her, and said sternly: "Twenty minutes?"

Qiao Mo beamed, "Alright, just twenty minutes!"

While holding hands and strolling on the beach, taking advantage of the beautiful moonlight, it was the first time Qiao Mo had been so crazy.

Even though this man was his own husband.

Qiao Mo was wearing 3 cm thick shoes, although it was not spraining her shoes, and it was not bad for the fetus, but when she was stuck in the sand, she walked after him. She extended her feet and kicked the shoes, and when Xiao Yan saw her feet landed on the beach, they were bare.

In the middle of winter, when she was barefoot in the sand, she was also smiling happily.

It had been a long time since he saw such a carefree and happy smile on Qiao Mo's face.

Xiao Yan glared at her, she covered her mouth with her hand, and continued to laugh.

The temperature here was so low that even Qiao Mo had to wear very little. She even took off her shoes, making it very easy for her to catch a cold.

Xiao Yan humbly bowed down, bent down, and retrieved the shoes that Qiao Mo had kicked off. He kneeled down in front of her and helped her put on her shoes.

"You catch cold when you're barefoot." Xiao Yan was startled for a moment, and then said, "I plan to bring you on a trip abroad in the near future."

Qiao Mo was startled. Didn't they say before that they wouldn't go out travel?

"Didn't you say that you can't go out? Why is he out on a tour again? Don't you have to worry about the company? "

After Xiao Yan helped her put on her shoes, his gaze became deeper and he said: "The pressure outside is small, I can also concentrate on accompanying you and your child."

Xiao Yan hugged her, and his slightly cold, thin lips landed beside her ear, and asked in a low voice: "What do you think?"

Qiao Mo frowned slightly, hugged his neck and said: "I was just surprised."

He had made the decision without telling her beforehand, and now, from his tone, it seemed that he had decided to go on a trip.

Qiao Mo did not speak further, both of her hands went into his clothes, Xiao Yan helped her put on her shoes, turned her back, and said to her: "Come, come up, your husband will carry you."

Qiao Mo laughed happily as she jumped onto Xiao Yan's back while wrapped around his neck. Her two calves were swaying slightly, and she was lying on the side of Xiao Yan's neck, with her small hands ice-cold, in his warm neck. She giggled foolishly, and then laid next to his ear and asked in a naughty manner, "Hubby, is it warm?"

Xiao Yan didn't reply, instead, he continued talking to himself and acted like a spoiled child, "Little Mo feels so warm, huh."

Xiao Yan held onto the big palm on her bottom and squeezed fiercely. Stunned, Qiao Mo sprinted upwards, trying to escape, "Hey … Don't pinch me. "It's itchy..."

Xiao Yan's clear eyes looked behind him and glanced at her. He tilted his head and stared at her: "Hubby?"

Xiao Yan intentionally ignored her, and carried her as he walked on the beach. Qiao Mo called out to him a few more times, thinking that she had put her hand into his neck to freeze him, making him angry …

Then, he ordered her to stay close to Xiao Yan's ear. "Uncle, don't be angry …"

If she called her husband, he would ignore her. But if she called him uncle instead, would he pay attention to her?

As Qiao Mo was still thinking, her body suddenly slipped from the man's back into the man's embrace, causing Qiao Mo to scream in shock.

Xiao Yan held Qiao Mo properly in front of her chest, pinched her small face and asked: "What did you call me just now? "Hmm?"

Qiao Mo cutely blinked her eyes at him, "Hubby ~"

"Is that so?"

Xiao Yan placed her small body on the beach and also pressed himself above her. His breath was scorching hot and enticing, "Are you sure it's your husband?"

Her slightly cold and straight nose rubbed against hers.

The two of them seemed to be a child playing the game of uncle loli in a childish manner.

Qiao Mo looked up, and smacked him on the cheek. She blinked her clear eyes, and then called out sweetly: "Uncle ~"

Xiao Yan laughed.

He was thirty-five years old, the peak of a man's age, an age, a successful career, a man who knew enough about life to lead her, to lead her forward, and who, at this age, knew how to guide her in all the intimate things she did.

There were many outstanding women in Sea City who wanted to get the position of "Mrs. Xiao", but his wife was calling him "Uncle".

He had never thought that he and Qiao Mo were not worthy of anything. Age? She did not know better, and he had matured, just so that he could unconditionally tolerate her little willfulness. Character? She was unsteady, inexperienced, and unwary of many things, and he just so happened to be able to help her grow up.

Therefore, he felt that no one was more suitable to be together with Qiao Mo than him.

Xiao Yan kissed her lips, gently nibbling on it, his voice hoarse and sexy. "Then, does Little Mo like Uncle?"

Qiao Mo acted as if she was thinking, she hesitated for a moment, then blinked and said: "I don't like it … …"

Xiao Yan's big hand pinched her waist, and casually threatened: "You don't like it? "Hmm?"

Qiao Mo was completely unaware that she was in "danger" right now. She hugged Xiao Yan's neck and expressed his love, "But I like my husband …"

"Little Mo, say it again."

Qiao Mo lightly kissed the corner of his lips. "I say …"

She leaned into his ear and whispered the most tender of words, "Ah Yan, I love you …"

With a "I love you", the atmosphere suddenly became peaceful.

All the emotions in the depths of Xiao Yan's eyes had changed.

The most primal of emotions was dormant in the bottom of Xiao Yan's dark and gloomy eyes. He looked at her as if he was looking forward to his solitary meal.

Qiao Mo reached out her hand and covered his deep eyes. "Don't look at me like that."

It looked like … It was as if he wanted to eat her.

… ….

When they got home, they took a shower and slept on the bed.

Qiao Mo sniffed with her nose, sneezed a little, and resentfully looked at Xiao Yan: "Hubby, I seem to have a cold …"

Xiao Yan carried her, "Hubby help Little Mo to cover her.

Qiao Mo tiredly leaned into Xiao Yan's embrace, and slowly fell into a deep sleep.

The night was peaceful.

The next morning, the little girl in his arms was still sleeping, her sweet and weak breathing had attracted Xiao Yan's attention. He turned his head, and kissed his little girl.

His phone vibrated. It was his assistant, Zhao Qian.

He picked it up and lowered his voice. He didn't want to wake up someone who was sleeping soundly.

On the other end, Zhao Qian's voice was urgent, "Boss, Lu Hailan is probably dead."

Xiao Yan's finger paused for a moment, and instantly stared at the little girl who was sleeping soundly by the side. He remained silent for a while and then said: "You must use all connections to hide this matter first, I will bring Qiao Mo away in the afternoon. You should properly take care of the matters regarding Lu Hailan. "