C268 Can't give her and her child a future

I can't give her and her child a future

Feng Che pulled Qiao Mo into his embrace and consoled him in a low voice: "Mother's death, it has nothing to do with Xiao Yan at all, I will investigate it as soon as possible. Xiaoxiao, your most important task right now is to nurture your baby peacefully."

She was not the only one who had two children in Qiao Mo's stomach. If at this time, some more things happened to Qiao Mo because of Lu Hailan's death and she was with Xiao Yan, the damage to the child would be great.

Qiao Mo leaned against Feng Che's chest, her hands tightly gripped onto Feng Che's windbreaker. She closed her eyes, and her eyes reddened, "If Xiao Yan really did this, I will never forgive him …"

Never.

Feng Che's arm paused slightly before finally landing lightly on her back.

"Don't think too much about it. Aside from my mother's funeral, the most important thing right now is you and the child in your belly."

… ….

At Lu Hailan's funeral, Zhao Qian came over to offer his condolences on behalf of Xiao Yan.

Zhao Qian's expression was solemn as he said to Qiao Mo: "Madam, please do not grieve."

Perhaps it was because of the anger that had been suppressed in the depths of his heart for a long time, or perhaps it was because he had nowhere to vent his chaotic emotions, Qiao Mo sneered, and said: "Is this what Xiao Yan asked you to bring?"

Qiao Mo shifted her emotions onto Zhao Qian.

Zhao Qian was in a difficult situation and said with a frown, "Sorry, Madam, the Boss he …"

Before Zhao Qian finished speaking, Qiao Mo looked at him coldly, "Is he busy again? At this moment, he is on vacation abroad and is unwilling to return. Assistant Zhao, help me greet him, I just want to ask him a question.

Could it be that in Xiao Yan's heart, she was just a toy that he could kill instantly?

When he missed her, he would always be by her side. He doted on her as if she was the heavens, and when he wasn't interested in her, he didn't even attend her mother's funeral. He didn't even say a word to comfort her.

Between husband and wife, the most important thing was to support each other. However, Qiao Mo increasingly realised that she and Xiao Yan seemed to be distancing themselves more and more from this path.

Even though Zhao Qian was in an extremely difficult situation, he still agreed in the end. "Yes, I will definitely bring it to you if you ask me to do so." "… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …

Zhao Qian finished his condolences and was about to leave. "Madam, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first." If Madam has any place that you need Zhao Qian, please call Zhao Qian. "

Qiao Mo's gaze was calm. "If this is what he wants, then there's no need. He should know who the person I really need is. If the husband and wife have to rely on an outsider to maintain their marriage, what's the point of such a marriage? "

Zhao Qian naturally knew that Qiao Mo was angry at him. He wanted to excuse Xiao Yan, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only give up.

"Madam, I will take my leave first."

… ….

Not long after Lu Hailan's funeral, Qiao Mo's expected date of delivery was almost up.

In less than a month, the child in Qiao Mo's stomach would be born.

As for Xiao Yan, it had been nearly half a month since Qiao Mo had seen anyone.

Feng Che had pushed away everything he had in the United States, while wholeheartedly accompanying Qiao Mo and taking care of him, he also investigated the cause of Lu Hailan's death.

On this day, Qiao Mo fell asleep on the living room's sofa, basking in the sun.

Feng Che's phone, which was originally placed on the table while standing by Qiao Mo's side, suddenly rang.

The caller ID showed Xiao Yan.

Feng Che frowned slightly, glanced at the Qiao Mo who was already asleep, and took the phone to the open-air balcony before answering.

When the call connected, the man on the other end had already spoken.

"You are by Qiao Mo's side?" It was just a symbolic question.

Feng Che slightly froze for a bit, then said: "I just don't understand, my mother's death had nothing to do with you, why didn't you clearly explain it to Qiao Mo?"

Even if Xiao Yan didn't call him today, Feng Che had planned to call him.

As for Xiao Yan, who was on the other end of the phone, he was not surprised at all.

"Some things are better off being misunderstood."

The voice of the man on the other end of the phone became lighter and lighter, and Feng Che's frown deepened. His tone carried a trace of anger, "Qiao Mo is pregnant with your child, but because of you, she often falls asleep now. Xiao Yan, don't forget, Qiao Mo is pregnant with your child, and in less than a month, she will be pregnant soon. As the father of a child, you should not be like this. "

Xiao Yan held onto his mobile phone, took a deep breath in the end and spoke: "I can't give Qiao Mo a future."

"What do you mean? You can't give Qiao Mo a future, so you shouldn't have provoked her! Furthermore, they should not continue pestering her after being separated for two years … "

Before Feng Che could finish speaking, even with his anger, he had not even had time to release it when Xiao Yan cut him off and said word by word: "In one month, two months, or even tomorrow, I might go see your mother. Even if this is the case, do you still hope that Qiao Mo knows the truth, or even become my widow in the future? "

Xiao Yan's voice was as calm as still water, there wasn't even a single ripple in it. However, Feng Che, who was present and listening, had a look of shock flash across his eyes, "What did you say?"

"I know that even if I don't open my mouth, you will still take good care of Qiao Mo in the future."

But he … He was still worried and made this call.

Feng Che pursed his lips, and said with a frown: "No matter how long you can live, or how long you can accompany Qiao Mo, Qiao Mo has the right to know about this matter. Xiao Yan, you're too conceited."

"Then let me give myself one last chance."

"If Qiao Mo knows about your …."

"If she knew, she would probably throw away everything, even her life. I don't think this is what you want to see." Xiao Yan cut off Feng Che's words, and said decisively.

Feng Che was slightly stunned. Based on Qiao Mo's stubborn personality and her deep feelings for him, if she really died for him … It wasn't impossible.

Xiao Yan did indeed understand Qiao Mo.

Xiao Yan who was on the other end of the phone laughed lightly, "You can tell Qiao Mo the truth, but not at this time."

Feng Che was silent for a while, then said: "You've already thought about it?"

Xiao Yan who was on the other side of the phone sighed lightly, without saying a word, he ended the call.

Feng Che held the phone in his hand and was a bit absent-minded.

Qiao Mo, who was sitting on the living room's sofa, had already woken up.

She clutched her stomach with a painful expression, "Bro …" "My stomach hurts …"

When Feng Che heard the voice from the living room, he immediately took large strides back to the living room. Qiao Mo's head was covered in sweat and her face was pale white as she hugged her stomach.

"Xiaoxiao!" Xiaoxiao, what's wrong with you? "

Qiao Mo tightly grasped Feng Che's arm, her expression painful and tangled. I think. "Seems like it's about to be born …"

Feng Che immediately carried Qiao Mo to the hospital.

… ….

Inside the hospital, Qiao Mo completed a series of examinations.

Feng Che worriedly asked, "Doctor, how is my sister?"

The female doctor comforted him, "There's no problem, it's normal for there to be some pain before the birth of the child. It's just that the health of the pregnant woman is a bit poor, so why don't you take good care of her during pregnancy?" What about her husband? "

"My brother-in-law is out on a business trip. He might not be back for a while."

The female doctor looked at Feng Che and smacked her lips: "Work is more important than your own wife and children? It's coming soon, and it's not even going to come back to cut its umbilical cord? "

Qiao Mo, who was lying on the sickbed inside, clearly heard the doctor's words through the curtain.

She lowered her gaze and her expression changed slightly.

Cut the umbilical cord.

Xiao Yan was afraid that he would never come back.

How she wished she had him with her when she gave birth.

Was there any woman who wasn't afraid when she came into labor? You don't want your beloved man by your side?

But when Qiao Mo thought that Lu Hailan's death might be related to him, her heart immediately stiffened.

… ….

After leaving the hospital, Feng Che saw that Qiao Mo's expression wasn't good, so he asked: "Recently, was it because of Mother's matter?"

Qiao Mo pursed her lips, and said with a frown: "Brother, is the mother's death related to Xiao Yan at all?"

Feng Che was stunned for a moment as he looked at Qiao Mo. Xiao Xiao, I trust Xiao Yan's character, what do you think? "

"But I can't hold on any longer. Brother, I don't know why, but this time I have a strong premonition that Xiao Yan and I might really be separated forever."

Feng Che's gaze was fixed on her and his heart skipped a beat.

Forever apart. Heaven and man are separated forever.

Feng Che wanted to tell Qiao Mo the truth several times, but he was afraid that Qiao Mo wouldn't be able to take it.

"Xiaoxiao, if … I mean, if, if the death of my mother was really Xiao Yan's doing, you … Will you forgive him? "

Qiao Mo's fingers tightened, and she bit her lips: "I don't know, if my mother's death is truly related to Xiao Yan, I don't know if I can forgive him …"

She couldn't hate him, but she could forgive him, and she couldn't seem to do it.

"What are you going to do if he does?"

Divorce?

Qiao Mo lowered her head and looked at her bulging stomach. She gently stroked her belly, "Children are innocent. If it really was him who did it, it would also be a grudge between him and me. I want nothing but the custody of these two children. "

Feng Che stared into her eyes and slowly spoke: "Xiaoxiao, he's back."

Qiao Mo was severely startled. Xiao Yan... Back to Seahold?

… ….

New Garden Villa.

The moment Qiao Mo entered the courtyard, she saw the tall and straight familiar figure standing in front of the big window.

He stood there as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Qiao Mo stood in place, staring at him blankly. Even from such a distance, she could faintly see the deep longing in his eyes.

However, she didn't know if it was just an illusion, or if it was real.

Entering the house, just as Qiao Mo entered, she heard the familiar low voice of a male, as usual, "You're back?"

Qiao Mo was startled, and then nodded her head, "En."

Qiao Mo raised her head in panic and entered the depths of his deep eyes.

Xiao Yan was even holding a book that looked similar to business in his hands, sitting in the living room and reading leisurely. The soft reading light formed a halo around his face, gentle and warm.

As if nothing had happened, she had only gone out once. Now that she had returned, he was already sitting in the living room, preparing lunch for her return.

Before the food on the table was ready, Qiao Mo moved her lips and asked: "Why haven't you eaten yet?"

"Waiting for you." Xiao Yan put down the book, walked over and stood in front of her.

He looked at her in an unusually calm manner, his fingers brushing against her cheeks. "Why is your face so pale?"

Qiao Mo also looked at him silently, but her heart was trembling uncontrollably.

Xiao Yan smiled lightly, rubbed her hair and said: "Come here to eat, I'm the chef today."