The marriage battle is endless, the boss is getting more and more brave!

Chapter 100 I Want Her To Die!
Qiao Mo came out of Xiao's building, holding a stack of documents in his hand, all about "divorce".

It seemed that signing a few names required all of her strength, and when she walked out, her whole body was weak.

She made a phone call to Feng Che, but after the call was connected, she couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Xiaoxiao? What's wrong with you? Did Xiao Yan bully you again?"

Qiao Mo shook his head lightly, sniffed and said, "No...brother, I... Xiao Yan and I have officially divorced."

Feng Che let out a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "I will return to China tomorrow to pick you up, Xiaoxiao, you are free, and you will live a better life after leaving the sad place of Haicheng."

Jomo hung up the phone, bit his lip, and endured the choked sobs that rolled out of his throat.

Obviously, she should be happy, but why, at this moment, her heart hurts so much that she can't breathe.

She had been looking forward to the divorce for a long time, but after she really got her wish, she cried tears like rain.

——Xiao Yan, goodbye.

She was no longer the obsequious Mrs. Xiao who hid behind him, nor was she his wife.

With a stack of divorce papers in his hand, Qiao Mo crossed the road in a daze.

The whole person is in an abnormal state.

The driver of a van not far away had a grim face, and his eyes were fixed on Qiao Mo.

The driver held the mobile phone and said to the person on the other side: "The target has appeared, are you sure you want to hit it?"

The female voice on the phone moaned coquettishly, "Don't kill people, it's almost enough."

Such vicious words did not mean to be merciful, but clearly meant to tell the driver to hit him to death.

"understood."

The male driver stepped on the accelerator and rushed over.

"boom--"

A white figure was knocked into the air and fell heavily.

The thin man, covered in blood, fell in a mandala-like pool of blood.

She only felt a sharp pain in her waist and abdomen, and then, fear and despair rushed towards her like a scourge.

pain……

Her sight was blocked by the blood on her forehead, she could only murmur helplessly, "Help... save... save my child..."

The child, her and Xiao Yan's child.

The bloody hand tightly covered the abdomen.

There, is her only sustenance.

I don't know if it's a dream or real, Qiao Mo was in a trance, and a tall and stern figure appeared in front of him, like someone she loved.

At the end of her dying consciousness, the corners of her lips twitched.

Baby, daddy is here to save us...

Xiao Yan said that she was in his heart, different from any woman, she was Mrs. Xiao.

Jomo was satisfied, even if she didn't say the word "love", she would be easily satisfied if she just said it casually.

——Xiao Yan, I love you.

In the hospital, after six hours of thrilling rescue, Jomo was pushed into the ICU ward.

And Song Xiazhi had just been released from the kidney replacement operation. Although he had recuperated for a few days, his face was still pale and haggard.

She was lying on the hospital bed when she received a call from Su Hua.

"I'll take care of things for you. I hope you don't forget what you promised me."

Song Xiazhi's pupils closed suddenly, "Is she... dead?"

Su Hua sneered, "Your heart is more ruthless than mine. Do you know the consequences of being found out if you kill Qiao Mo? Can you bear the burden of deliberate murder?"

"You mean, Jomo is not dead?"

"I don't know if he died or not. Anyway, he must be seriously injured, and the child in his stomach must not be saved."

Song Xiazhi's eyes were straightened, and she said word by word: "I, want, her, die!"

Su Hua shuddered for no reason, is this Song Xiazhi insane?What's the difference between going crazy for a man?
"No need. As far as I know, Qiao Mo and Xiao Yan have officially divorced now, and will soon leave Haicheng for the United States with her brother Feng Che. From then on, Qiao Mo will not pose any threat to you at all. Even if Qiao Mo comes back, you will have already cooked with Xiao Yanmi by then, so Qiao Mo's death is only a potential danger to you."

Song Xiazhi swallowed his saliva, his throat was so dry that it was almost as if a piece of glass was stuck, "Su Hua, why did you help me all the way? Don't you covet brother Xiao?"

Su Hua snorted, and did not deny the original purpose at all, "When I approached you, I just wanted to borrow your hand, except for Qiao Mo, and then become Mrs. Xiao. But now, I prefer to watch you toss, I am sorry Xiao Yan is no longer interested, I am only interested in Xiao's [-]% shares."

"You... didn't lie to me?"

"To tell you the truth, what I want to be now is Mrs. Rong, not Mrs. Xiao. So, you'd better keep what I told you in mind. You know... I have recorded every conversation we have. .If you don't give me what I want, then don't blame me. After all, you are the mastermind behind all this."

Song Xiazhi tightly gripped the phone, pinched his fingertips into his palm, "Su, Hua! You're despicable!"

"People are not despicable. Song Xiazhi, I want you to understand that even if you become Mrs. Xiao, you still have to obey me. Of course, as long as you take out the [-]% of the shares as soon as possible, we will cancel everything. You Be your Mrs. Xiao, I will be my Mrs. Rong, everyone is happy."

Early the next morning, Feng Che hurried to the hospital.

After receiving the news of Qiao Mo's accident, he rushed back to Haicheng by plane overnight.

Qiao Mo was lying in the ICU ward, motionless, her thin and slender body seemed to be destroyed by a slight movement.

Feng Che wiped his face, he never thought that such a thing would happen to Qiao Mo.

He called the police station to find out what happened.

The answer given by the police was that the brakes of the perpetrator's van had aged, and the brakes failed due to speeding.

Moreover, the monitoring showed that Qiao Mo ran the traffic lights indiscriminately.

This would not have happened if he had been with her that day.

Qiao Mo's absent-minded running of traffic lights must be because of his divorce from Xiao Yan.

Why is his sister so stupid?

She is lying here alone, has that person come to see her?

When she wakes up and recovers, he must take her out of here immediately.

If she doesn't leave Haicheng again, what will she suffer next time?
Zurich Switzerland.

In a private bar, Xiao Yan got drunk.

Su Jingyu snatched his wine glass, and he snatched it again, pouring down the strong wine in mouthfuls.

Su Jingyu frowned and taught him: "Ayan, if I were you, instead of drinking here and feeling uncomfortable, I'd rather be a man once and fly back to China to keep Qiao Mo."

Xiao Yan sneered, gouged out Su Jingyu's eyes, and said with a wry smile, "What do you know?"

"Yes, in this respect, I'm not a particularly successful person, but at least I know how to cherish it better than you. Jomo conceived for you and aborted for you. In the end, you still only gave her a divorce agreement."

Xiao Yan's eyes darkened, and he suddenly threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground, the glass shards splashed and slid across his plain cheeks, and a bloody gash appeared impressively.

Xiao Yan held Su Jingyu by the neckline, and suddenly yelled at him: "What do you know?! I'm going to die and drag Qiao Mo to be buried with me?!"

Su Jingyu was taken aback, his eyes suddenly turned cold, "You...what did you say?"

Could it be... A Yan's illness relapsed after four years?
Xiao Yan seemed to be tired at last, fell down on the sofa behind him, let out a heavy breath, looked up at the pale and stern face, looked at the sky with empty eyes, and said softly: "Relapse. If there is no miracle Appearing, there is an 80.00% chance that I will die. Jing Yu, I was so selfish before, but this time, I just want to be selfless, whether I say I am hypocritical or hypocritical, I don’t want to drag Qiao Mo down.”

Xiao Yan closed her eyes, "What's more, 22 years ago, it was Xiao Shi's thought that caused her family to be ruined. After 22 years, I can't give her happiness, but I hope that she can live well without me At least, in the end, she didn't look at me with such hatred. Jing Yu, I can't stand Qiao Mo looking at me with that kind of hatred. In my mind, I just remember that she raised her face, eyes and heart It's what I look like."

Su Jingyu lit a cigarette, held it near his mouth, frowned deeply, and took a deep breath, "I just want to know if you can still be saved!"

Xiao Yan opened his eyes, and an illusory scene appeared in front of his eyes. Maybe it was Jiu Jin, or maybe it was the malignant tumor in his brain. Before his eyes, there were all the foamy shadows of Qiao Mo.

"I don't expect to be able to live anymore."

Su Jingyu frowned, and asked, "Are you planning to keep Qiao Mo a secret about your illness? Or wait until your funeral and send her an invitation?"

"Since I plan to be hypocritical, I'm not going to tell her the slightest bit."

Xiao Yan put one hand into his pocket, tightly holding the cell phone that had been shut down for several days.

It is very likely that Qiao Mo has already arrived in the United States at this time, and she will forget the injuries she suffered in Haicheng. Even if she can't forget it for a while, she will forget everything about Haicheng after a long time.

She will be better off than before.

This is enough.

A month later.

Haicheng, in the ward.

During this month, after learning of the loss of his child, Jomo seemed extremely calm.

She is like an outsider, eating when she should eat and sleeping when she should sleep, but she rarely talks.

Feng Che watched over her non-stop, the calmer Qiao Mo was, the more worried he became.

After a month of conditioning, Qiao Mo's body has almost recovered. Today is the day Qiao Mo is discharged from the hospital.

After Feng Che finished packing his luggage, he stroked Qiao Mo's hair and said in a gentle voice, "I've done the passport and visa for you to go to the United States, and I asked my assistant to book a flight at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning, do you think it's okay? "

Qiao Mo smiled palely, raised his face, and smiled at Feng Che: "It's all up to you."

"Job, you don't have to worry. Since he went to the nursing home, his condition is well under control. Let's go see him this afternoon, huh?"

Jomo nodded, "OK."

Feng Che: "Xiaoxiao, you have to think about it. If you leave Haicheng, the chances of coming back may be few and far between. I don't want to force you to make a decision, I just want to see you smile happily. In this way, I am worthy of Dead parents."

Qiao Mo reached out and grabbed Feng Che's corner of his clothes, "Brother, I want to go to America."

Haicheng, maybe she will never come back in her life.

Here, she was given too much unforgettable pain.

"Okay, we will leave tomorrow. Your body has just recovered. The doctor said that it will take a long time to recover. I can arrange better care for you when you return to the United States."

Feng Che's assistant knocked on the door and came in after completing the discharge procedures.

"Boss, the procedures for leaving the hospital have been completed."

Feng Che hugged Qiao Mo and left the hospital.

After getting into the car, Jomo has been absent-minded.

Feng Che stretched out his hand and held her pale and bloodless little hand on her leg, "Xiaoxiao, you are still very young, and your life has just begun. Don't give up your whole life just because of one Xiao Yan."

(End of this chapter)