Doting on Honey Marriage: The Uncle Treats You Lightly

Chapter 239 Fainted, Excessively Sad
"Sir, let me show you the wound first." Dr. Zhao rushed over from the stairs with the medicine box on his back, led by the housekeeper.

Qiao Moshen just glanced at the door, then went to the study, and told the housekeeper in a deep voice, "Look here, don't let her go out...don't forget to bring her dinner."

The housekeeper took a step forward, trying to stop Qiao Moshen, but he hesitated to speak.

He really wanted to know what happened between Mr. and Mrs. This time, it seemed to be really serious.

What's going on?
"Housekeeper..." Doctor Zhao called softly.

The butler sighed faintly and shook his head, "Doctor Zhao, why don't you go back to your room and wait. I will call you again if necessary, sir."

Dr. Zhao nodded, "Okay, then I'll go down."

The butler responded and was about to turn around and leave when there was a loud knock on the door of Qiao Moshen's bedroom.

Immediately afterwards, Tong Xiaoyun's helpless voice sounded, "Uncle Housekeeper, Uncle Housekeeper, please open the door for me, please."

The butler could hear the crying in Tong Xiaoyun's voice, and became even more anxious, "Madam, what happened to you and sir? Sir...he won't let you go out!"

Hearing this, Tong Xiaoyun's heart was completely chilled, and she fell to the ground again along the door panel, "Is he really going to imprison me?"

The housekeeper couldn't hear Tong Xiaoyun's voice, and immediately knocked on the door lightly, "Madam, sir just told me not to forget to prepare dinner for you, sir, he was just angry for a while, don't worry, sir won't have the heart to hurt you. "

Tong Xiaoyun felt endless pain in his heart, leaning against the door and sitting on the ground, holding his knees, weeping silently.

The little girl sat there alone, curled up, her shoulders trembling from crying, and her sobbing was even more pitiful.

But at this moment, it was only her.

Qiao Mo was not there, without his warm and firm embrace, she really couldn't bear the wave after wave of increasingly severe pain in her heart.

But what if he is here?

Will he still hug her like before?

Even if he could, if he hugged another woman, his hug would no longer belong to her alone.

So, she is not rare!
It's just why, now, she hopes so much that Qiao Moshen is by her side, hugging her, comforting her...

Instead of shutting herself up here like now, leaving her alone.

The tears became more and more turbulent, washing her pale cheeks in a steady stream, leaving traces of sadness on them.

Time ticked by and she sat there crying for over an hour.

The pain in my heart didn't lessen because of this.

So cold.

This bedroom, full of deep affection and warmth with Jomo, turned into an ice cave at this moment, and her heart became even colder.

She didn't want, didn't want to go on like this forever.

She is greedy, and she is also greedy for Qiao Moshen's kindness to her, that's why this sudden incident made her feel so heartbroken.

The eyelids became heavier and heavier, and her mind was relaxed. Tong Xiaoyun only felt that the strength in her body was emptied a little bit, and the darkness struck her. Finally, she passed out.

"Knock knock..."

There was a light knock on the door, and then the butler's concerned voice came through the door, "Madam, dinner is ready."

After speaking, there was a rustling sound, and then the door opened.

The housekeeper and Aunt Li were standing at the door with a tray in their hands. As soon as the door opened, Tong Xiaoyun, who had fallen to the ground, immediately appeared in the corner of their sight.

As soon as they lowered their heads, both of them were startled. They quickly squatted down, put down the tray, and gently shook Tong Xiaoyun, "Madam, Madam..."

"You help the wife up first, and I'll call for the husband right away." The housekeeper said, got up immediately, and hurried to the door of the study.

He knocked on the door and said anxiously, "Sir, madam has fainted!"

Qiao Moshen was on the phone with an important person in the study at this time, when he heard the anxious voice of the butler, he quickly threw away the mobile phone in his hand and rushed out of the study.

He exuded a strong and gloomy aura around him, which made people feel suffocated. He rushed to the bedroom with strides, and said to the housekeeper in a deep voice, "Call Dr. Zhao over."

The butler immediately took out his mobile phone, dialed Dr. Zhao's number, and told him to come up quickly.

Qiao Moshen had rushed back to the bedroom at this time, and his worried and anxious eyes immediately fell on Tong Xiaoyun's pale, tear-stained face on the bed.

At that moment, his heart was hurting, as if being tightly held in the palm of an invisible hand, as if his fingers had been inserted into his heart, and the pain was dripping with blood.

Damn!

What did he do?
How can she be locked in the room alone?
"Sir..." Aunt Li saw Qiao Mo approaching three steps in parallel, and immediately gave way to him.

Qiao Moshen took a seat beside the bed, holding Tong Xiaoyun's icy little hand tightly with his big palm, and his heart was also icy cold.

"Yun'er..." He called her softly, his throat was a little tight, and his voice was tense.

Aunt Li frowned and sighed, then retreated silently.

After a while, Dr. Zhao rushed over with a medicine box.

Qiao Moshen got up immediately, but he didn't leave the bed, his gaze was fixed on Tong Xiaoyun's pale face, regret and heartache were about to torture him crazy.

Thinking of his bad attitude towards Tong Xiaoyun just now, he threw a long series of scolding and cursing at himself.

Damn it, he is so damned!

Dr. Zhao first took a simple examination for Tong Xiaoyun, heaved a sigh of relief, then turned to Qiao Moshen and said, "Sir, don't worry, the wife is fine. She cried for a long time and fainted because of being overly sad. Will wake up soon."

Jomo's deep frown still couldn't be relieved.

Too sad?

His actions just now really hurt this little thing's heart?

Qiao Moshen cursed himself once again, sat on the edge of the bed, stared at Tong Xiaoyun without blinking, and only hoped that she would wake up soon.

……

The sky gradually darkened.

The stars are dim tonight, and the dark night sky is gradually covered with billowing dark clouds. It seems that a heavy rain is brewing.

Until after eight o'clock in the evening, Tong Xiaoyun finally opened his eyes slowly amidst Qiao Mo's deep anticipation and prayer.

Qiao Mo's deep expression brightened, and the big palm holding her little hand tightened again, "Yun'er, you're awake!"

Tong Xiaoyun's eyes were sore and swollen, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and it took him a long time to adapt to the light.

Her vision gradually became clear, and Qiao Mo's handsome face, which was deeply worried and pleasantly surprised, came into her eyes.

The pain like a needle prick in her heart severely destroyed her heart as she woke up.

The voice heard at the door of Qiao Moshen's office still lingered in her ears, and she couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

She couldn't forget even if she wanted to.

Crystal clear teardrops fell down the corners of the eyes again, leaving circles of dark marks on the pillow.

Tong Xiaoyun slammed Qiao Moshen's big palm away, sat up and was about to get out of bed.

Jomo frowned deeply, and immediately stopped her, "What are you going to do?"

"Don't touch me!" Tong Xiaoyun yelled hoarsely, pushed him away again, ran out with bare feet without even wearing shoes.

Qiao Moshen followed immediately, picked her up from behind, and asked sharply, "What are you doing?"

Tong Xiaoyun was dishonest in his arms, struggling hard, "Let go of me, Qiao Moshen, don't touch me, go away!"

"Don't let me touch you, so you can go to Duan Wangshu's arms, right?" Qiao Moshen's anger, which he had been suppressing all along, exploded.

She fainted, and he felt sorry for her, but it didn't mean he could forget the fact that she and Duan Wangshu hugged each other on the road before.

In this regard, he absolutely cannot forgive her, let alone let Duan Wangshu go.

He put her on the bed and pressed her down without giving her any chance to struggle.

Tong Xiaoyun struggled like crazy, and tears flowed continuously, just about to ask him to go away, but her mouth was tightly blocked at this moment.

He actually kissed her!
Tong Xiaoyun widened her tear-wet eyes, shook her head desperately, and kept making "woo-woo" sounds.

She wanted to avoid Jomo's deep kiss, but his lips followed her everywhere.

His kiss carried a powerful and destructive force, prying open her lips almost like abusive.

Tong Xiaoyun couldn't help exclaiming from the pain, and Qiao Mo's deep and heavy breath sprayed all over her face.

piping hot!

She doesn't like his kiss like this, not to mention, he just did that to Tong Xiwen!
There was a hint of disgust between Tong Xiaoyun's brows, and she struggled harder, but she still couldn't push him away.

A raging anger suddenly ignited in her heart, prompting her to open her small mouth, and bit Qiao Moshen's lips hard.

The strong smell of blood filled the mouths of the two of them instantly.

Qiao Mo let go of her abruptly, and looked down at her, his eyes were full of hostility, as if he wanted to eat people.

Tong Xiaoyun was shocked by his terrifying eyes, her heart trembled involuntarily.

But she was not allowed to show her cowardly side, she turned her tear-wet face aside, and said in a cold voice, "Let me go, I want to go home."

The anger in Qiao Mo's heart was about to burst out, but her pale face was full of tears, she looked so pitiful, his heart softened.

Taking a deep breath, he held back his anger, and asked in a deep voice after a moment of silence, "Are you going to divorce me? Should you give me a reason? Or, are you in love with Duan Wangshu?" ?”

"What did you say?" Tong Xiaoyun looked at Qiao Moshen in disbelief, so angry that even the tears stopped.

He actually said that to her!
Did he do something that he didn't know?

This nasty old man obviously did something wrong, but he blamed her entirely.

"What does it have to do with Duan Wangshu? The two of us just met on the road."

Jomo gritted his teeth deeply, the veins on his forehead were bulging, "Meet? Do you want to hug each other?"

Tong Xiaoyun's chest heaved violently, and she was about to be driven mad by Qiao Mo's anger!

"You don't know anything!" she yelled, "Do you know why I left? Do you know that I was almost hit by a car? Do you know that Duan Wangshu saved me? You...you You know what you did!"

Jomo's anger was deep in his heart, and he couldn't help it.

Even if this damned little thing is sentenced to death, he should be given a clear charge.

She just didn't say anything.

Damn!

"Yes, I don't know anything, why don't you just tell me!"

His roar was like a mad beast, and Tong Xiaoyun couldn't help but shuddered, he was so frightened that he even stopped breathing.

he……

He even yelled at her!

Tong Xiaoyun regained her breathing, and the already strong anger in her heart was like being doused with a bottle of alcohol. With a "bass", the fire was out of control.

"I have nothing to say, I'm going to divorce you! You go, you go, you go to Tong Xiwen, don't touch me, I think you are dirty!"

With a loud roar, Tong Xiaoyun's tears became more ferocious, and he began to struggle again.

She decided that she must make a break with this nasty old man today.

That's right, she stayed by his side to redeem her sins, even if he beat her and scolded her, she would admit it.

However, if he has another woman, she will leave immediately.

She just couldn't tolerate Qiao Moshen being around other women.

(End of this chapter)