C280 A bowl of wontons wanting to bribe her?

As Qiao Mo brushed her teeth, she stuck her head out.

Seeing her extremely curious look, Xiao Yan couldn't help but laugh, his slender fingers symbolically touching the corner of his lips.

Qiao Mo's face turned completely red. In the mirror, she had seen her own saliva imprint, but she had not expected that …

He really was salivating.

Qiao Mo said apologetically as she brushed her teeth in the bathroom, "I'm already an adult, and I still drooled. The key thing is that I was discovered by you."

In his dreams, Qiao Mo spat out "wontons". He imagined Xiao Yan staring at her.

He even got up early to help her buy wontons.

She suddenly felt the urge to eat it. Even if she didn't eat it, she wouldn't do anything about it.

After Qiao Mo finished washing her face and rinsed her mouth, Xiao Yan pulled her over to eat wontons.

However, she lowered her eyes and said word by word in earnest, "Don't think that I will forgive you for running around randomly like this."

A bowl of wontons wanting to bribe her?

Don't even think about it.

However, his eyes gradually became moist and hot.

Qiao Mo pouted and looked at him with clear eyes, "Even if you want to buy wonton, you don't have to do it yourself."

She put down the wonton bowl and took his hand. It was very cold in Haicheng in winter. He didn't wear much. Was he sure he wouldn't catch cold?

"Is it cold outside?"

Xiao Yan held her soft little hand back, "I don't. How can it be so cold? "

Qiao Mo sniffed, "Next time, you are not allowed to run out like this again."

Xiao Yan stared at her with shining eyes. If there really was a "next time", how wonderful it would be!

But he was afraid that this would be the last time he would line up for her to buy wontons. He was also afraid that if she ever called out for food in her sleep again, he would never send it himself.

Xiao Yan laughed bitterly. Perhaps, there would be someone else who would listen to her sleepiness, or perhaps, someone else who would help her line up early to buy breakfast.

Xiao Yan caressed her soft hair and asked: "How does it taste?"

Qiao Mo laughed again, and used a spoon to scoop out a wonton, and placed it next to his mouth, "You'll know after you try it."

Xiao Yan lowered his head and ate one.

The wontons on the east side of the Old City had always been the most commercially viable one. At six or seven in the morning, they had to line up with the Old Elder. Some foodies even rushed to the east side of the Old City from the farthest part of the city at five in the morning to eat a bowl of steaming hot wontons.

The shop at the east of the old city was also very special. It sold a limited number of five hundred dishes every morning, so usually by eight o'clock in the morning, the shop would no longer be doing business. The owner always had an online integrity, which was why the wontons were so delicious.

As Qiao Mo ate, she asked: "This wonton taste is really good, Ah Yan, did you buy it from a breakfast shop near the hospital?"

"It's the one east of Old City."

Qiao Mo's arm stopped moving, and she absentmindedly stopped moving. She raised her clear eyes and asked with some astonishment: "You ran from here to the east of Old City?"

Just for this bowl of wontons?

"That's right. I've heard you talk about that restaurant before, but I've never gone to eat with you. I originally wanted to buy two of them, but I only wanted to sell one for each of us. If you like it, I'll buy one for you tomorrow."

Qiao Mo's nose suddenly turned sour.

What the hell was he talking about? How could she let him, a patient, go that far again, to stand in line in the middle of winter?

Hot tears fell from his eyes and dripped into the wonton soup, creating a small ripple.

Qiao Mo sniffed, she opened his slightly red eyes and bit her lips: "It's not good."

"Really?" Xiao Yan looked at her with a bland smile.

Whenever Qiao Mo thought of driving to the east side of the old city alone, her heart would uncontrollably beat faster.

Didn't he know how dangerous it was?

What would happen to him if he got a headache and lost consciousness while driving?

Qiao Mo threw the wonton away and threw it into his embrace, opening his mouth wide to bite his neck, "I won't allow you to go again, do you hear me?"

It was like a punishment, but Qiao Mo didn't dare to force it.

She lay by his neck, weeping silently.

Xiao Yan lightly caressed her trembling back, "Don't cry, didn't I return well enough?"

"What do you mean by 'wonton from the east of the old city'? What's so special about it? The most important thing is you, Xiao Yan, I will not allow you to not take your life as a joke."

Xiao Yan only nodded and agreed, "Yes, yes."

When she cried, there was nothing he could do. He could only hug her in his arms and coax her with his precious treasures.

Perhaps, in this world, there was originally no chance for Xiao Yan to survive.

Xiao Yan hugged her, paused for a while, and finally spoke out: "We will set out for the American Massachusetts General Hospital tomorrow."

Qiao Mo trembled, then nodded: "Alright, I will call Aunt Yan to pack our luggage now. We'll leave early tomorrow morning. "

Qiao Mo retreated out of his embrace and tried to reach for her phone to call Aunt Yan, but she was pushed back into her embrace by Xiao Yan.

Qiao Mo was startled, and was still unable to react to what had happened, "What happened?"

Xiao Yan pursed his lips, and said solemnly: "Little Mo, I didn't plan on bringing you along."

Qiao Mo was shocked. She bit her lips and teased: "Then are you going to bring other women along without me?"

Xiao Yan released her, and stared at her seriously: "Little Mo, I don't plan to bring anyone."

"Including me?"

But how could she be the same as "anyone"?

"I don't want you to cry again." Xiao Yan reached out his hands and wiped the tears off her face with his fingers.

Qiao Mo held his hand, and laughed involuntarily: "I've already shed so many tears for you, do you still care about this?"

Qiao Mo said, "Bring me along. No matter what the result is, I must personally see it before I believe it. If you are truly unlucky and leave, then I can still carry your ashes back to Sea City. If you are lucky enough to survive, then I can guard your side and take care of you, Ah Yan, this time, I do not want other women to enter while you are weak. I know that even at the very end, you will still belong to me, and I will still belong to you. Song Xiazhi is right, Su Qing Wan is right. I don't want to see it again, and who asked us to walk around for so many years. "

Xiao Yan was relieved, what he said was all right. He stroked her little face and said: "That's right, none of them are worth letting us wander around for so many years, so many times."

In just a few days, Qiao Mo will be in trouble. At this time, going to the United States is actually a bit of a risk.

He wasn't sure if Qiao Mo would give birth on the plane, but in the past few days, Qiao Mo had occasionally felt a little pain, but she was afraid that Xiao Yan might worry and thought that he was making a fuss.

She was a pregnant woman, so she was not responsible.

Qiao Mo lowered her head, and patted her stomach: "Zi Xi, Zi Wang, I should have paid more attention to you guys, but I have always kept this in my heart, so you won't be angry, right?"

Xiao Yan's forehead, matched with hers, laughed involuntarily, "The children are probably sulking because of mother right now."

"Then they … It can't be that you're not willing to come out just because you're angry, right? "

Zi Xi and Zi Wang are not people with short tempers. They won't argue with mother, right?

Xiao Yan reached out and caressed her ball-like stomach.

Qiao Mo sighed as she held onto Xiao Yan's neck, closed her eyes slightly, and said: "We are finally going to America."

… ….

In the afternoon, Aunt Yan brought Xiao Yan's and Qiao Mo's luggage over.

Qiao Mo straightened the situation, and was then suddenly lifted up by Xiao Yan's waist. Qiao Mo cried out in surprise, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Xiao Yan carried her to bed, "Rest well, don't be so busy that you don't even have anything to do. If you leave the clothes in the trunk, why did you break them? "

Qiao Mo laid in his embrace, her small hands prodding his chest, "Didn't you never wear rumpled clothes before? If you don't fold your clothes well, they would be pressed for around 10 hours.

"If I go to America, I probably won't even be able to wear my own clothes, so what's the point in tidying up."

Qiao Mo thought that was right, when they reached the United States, he would definitely be wearing a hospital gown.

But Qiao Mo wanted to give him the best.

She smiled in his arms. "You've become more and more carefree ever since you were with me."

Xiao Yan also laughed involuntarily. He lowered his head to kiss her forehead and asked: "For example?"

"For example, if you drink water, you will no longer care whether that is your cup. If you eat, you will no longer have to pick up dishes with the chopsticks, so it doesn't matter if your shirt is wrinkled. In the past, your shirt was wrinkled a little, but you could frown like a mountain range. Ah Yan, this is so nice of you. "

Qiao Mo hugged his neck, getting greasy in his arms.

Xiao Yan lightly patted her back, "Sloppy is actually better?"

Qiao Mo closed her eyes and nodded in his embrace, "That's right. Like this, I feel like you're getting closer and closer to me. In the past, I always felt that you were like a god that couldn't walk down a altar. I didn't even dare to look at you from that far away, let alone love you. "

Xiao Yan kissed her and kissed her like a dense rain, falling on her face, "Then do you know that these germaphobia will only disappear automatically when you are it?"

He was willing to drink a glass of water with her, to pick up food with his chopsticks or her chopsticks, or to wear a shirt that she wrinkled and dirty.

There was no one more suitable for him than Qiao Mo, and no one better.

Qiao Mo rejoiced secretly, "That's great."

"Little Mo, I've always thought about how our family of four would be able to survive after the birth of our child. I've thought about it many times. If only life could be that perfect, how great it would be. "

"Yeah, I've been dreaming a lot recently about our family of four being together."

Qiao Mo gradually fell asleep in his embrace. Xiao Yan kissed her eyelids, stood up, and sat on a chair to the side.

If he really left, he had to leave something for her.

He could not think of anything better, nor could he think of anything that was not vulgar. Only this letter could be left to her.

Late at night, he turned on a warm and gentle lamp. His wife would occasionally turn over until he had finished writing and put away the letter. Then he would go back to bed.

Perhaps it was because he was feeling a little cold, but Qiao Mo cupped his hands towards her and took the opportunity to hug her. He whispered into her ear, "Little Mo, I love you."

Qiao Mo didn't know if she heard it, but her arm seemed to reply and hung around his neck.

The little face rubbed into his chest.

… ….

The next morning, the early morning plane.

Early in the morning, Zhao Qian drove the car and waited below the hospital.

After Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo entered Maybach, Xiao Yan asked Zhao Qian, "Has the doctor arrived at the airport?"

Qiao Mo had yet to react to the doctor that Xiao Yan was talking about, when she heard Zhao Qian say, "He's already waiting at the airport."

Qiao Mo asked: "What doctor?"

Xiao Yan reached out and patted her stomach, "These few days are during the delivery period. I was afraid that there would be accidents while I was on the plane for more than ten hours, so I arranged for an obstetrician and gynaecologist to come along."

Qiao Mo: "..."

However, it had to be said that Xiao Yan was truly thoughtful, even Qiao Mo herself was only worried, but in the end, he was not as thoughtful as he thought.

Qiao Mo leaned against his shoulder, her petite hand holding onto his, and placing it on his leg, she curled her lips and said: "With you around, I'm not afraid."

Xiao Yan sighed, "But I'm afraid."

I'm afraid.

Her safety was his life.

"If there is a next time, I will never let you bear the risk of having children again."