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

Chapter 102 Hi, long time no see.

During Jomo's time in New York, apart from going to class and going to the library, he just went home to do housework.

She seems to have enclosed herself in a small world.

Qiao Mo and Feng Che do not live together. Qiao Mo lives in a separate small villa. When she comes home at night, she is not in the mood to start a fire. when the scene.

She cooked for Xiao Yan many times, but Xiao Yan never really ate once or twice.

Qiao Mo was in a car accident and had another miscarriage, and his body was thinner than before. In addition, he came to New York, and because of the time difference and the climate, he was not used to it. He suffered from insomnia all night and his face was pale. There is not much meat, and it looks even more haggard.

While she was cleaning the villa, the doorbell rang.

Feng Che held several food paper bags and stood at the gate of the yard, waiting for her to open the door.

Qiao Mo trotted over and opened the door for him, "Brother, why are you here? You got off work so early today?"

Feng Che came in with food, "I bought you a lot of bread, vegetables, and some basmati rice. I know that you must not be used to Tiantian Butter Bun Burger when you first came to America."

Feng Che and Qiao Mo entered the house together from outside the yard.

As soon as he entered the house, Feng Che saw the mop and water stains on the ground, and laughed: "Why are you mopping the floor at home again? Didn't I hire a part-time aunt to clean it for you every week? Your body hasn't recovered yet, and you're still very tired." If you are weak, don’t do this kind of housework.”

When I came here last week, she was also mopping the floor and cleaning the table.

The house is spotless, and she spends the day at school, so where is the dust in the house?
Feng Che put the food in the refrigerator, looked at Qiao Mo's blue and dark circles: "Still insomnia?"

After mopping up the water stains on the floor, Jomo immediately sent the mop to the balcony, "The house was a little dirty just now, so I just mopped it casually."

Feng Che is such a shrewd person, how could he fail to see that she wanted to use physical labor and mental labor to numb the pain in her heart?

"Xiaoxiao, I've been in New York for a while. Is there any place you want to go? This weekend, I will spare time to show you around."

Always bored at school and at home, for a long time, people will get sick.

Jomo shook his head, "You're so busy. I've made an appointment with my classmates this weekend. I'll go outside and have dinner. You don't have to worry about me, really."

"Really?" Feng Che didn't believe it at all.

Qiao Mo nodded, lowered his eyelashes slightly to hide the emotion in his eyes, "Really."

Feng Che didn't expose her right away, "That's good."

"Brother, are you here for dinner tonight? I'll cook."

Qiao Mo wanted to go to the kitchen to get food, but Feng Che grabbed his wrist.

"Sit here and rest for a while, I'll cook. I'll call you when I'm done."

Qiao Mo smiled, "I didn't expect to be able to eat the food made by my brother today."

Feng Che stroked her little head, "Go and rest."

Four or 10 minutes later, a simple home-cooked meal of two dishes and one soup is ready.

Stewed beef with potatoes, stir-fried shredded potatoes, and tomato egg soup are all Qiao Mo's favorites.

During the whole dinner time, Qiao Mo concentrated on eating, and occasionally raised his head and said to Feng Che: "Brother...I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking, it's really delicious."

Feng Che didn't move his chopsticks much, he watched her eat dotingly, "Eat more if it tastes good, make yourself fatter, don't let brother worry."

"I just came to New York, and I'm not used to the water and soil here. When I get used to it, I'm sure I'll be able to grow meat."

Feng Che put down his chopsticks, suddenly raised his hand to stroke her head, and called her earnestly, "Xiaoxiao."

Qiao Mo paused, but continued to eat the food pretending to be okay, "Huh?"

"If...you want to see Xiao Yan..."

"Brother!" Qiao Mo suddenly raised his head, interrupted Feng Che, and said with a smile, "Why don't you eat? The food you cook is really delicious!"

Feng Che withdrew his hand, pursed his thin lips and said, "Okay, I understand."

Qiao Mo lowered her head and poked the rice grains in the bowl with her chopsticks, but she no longer had the mood to continue eating. She forced a bitter smile and said quietly, "So what if I want to see you? What if I see you?" I can't go back with him, and there is no possibility anymore. Even if I love him again, I can't forget...the things he did to hurt me. As long as I face him, I will He will think of me and his children. Maybe I really don’t suit him, but I have always been too stubborn. I stubbornly thought that I could make him fall in love with me and let him cherish this marriage, but at first , this marriage is misplaced."

"Let's eat, let's not mention this person in the future."

After dinner, Feng Che helped Qiao Mo wash the dishes, and left after a while.

In the empty villa, Jomo was the only one left.

In fact, this villa is not big, but rather small, it looks like a single apartment. When Feng Che first chose a house, Feng Che insisted on buying a big house, but Qiao Mo knew that if she lived alone, the big house would definitely be more expensive. Lonely, I chose the smallest one, obviously the villa was stuffed full of things on purpose, but why did she still feel so empty?
Jomo sat on the sofa, hugged himself with his arms, and looked out the window blankly.

It was getting dark outside.

This is the No.12 night she spent in New York, and she still can't adapt. She still needs to hug the pillow and open her eyes until the early morning to fall asleep.

On the other side of the city, in that place thousands of miles away, who is missing her?
She was in a confined space alone, thinking crazily, the calmer the surface was, the more painful it was in her heart.

How could she be reduced to this level?
She covered her face, and after taking a shower, she lay down on the bed, getting sleepy early.

Boston, Massachusetts General Hospital.

The nurse knocked on the door of Ward No. [-] as usual, ready to come in and change the patient's fluid.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw that the hospital bed was empty.

"Mr. Xiao? Mr. Xiao?"

The nurse searched all over the huge VIP ward, and didn't even miss the bathroom. They searched all over, but they didn't see the patient at all.

Too bad, the patient in bed No. [-] will have surgery the day after tomorrow. At this time, shouldn't the patient run away out of fear?

In the hospital, the alarm sounded, and everyone was looking for the handsome male patient in Ward [-].

At this moment, the male patient just got off the plane and arrived on the ground in New York.

Xiao Yan borrowed a car from Lao Bai, and drove slowly on the streets of New York.

The destination is clear.

If there is someone who must be met before the operation, then Xiao Yan is going to fulfill this wish now.

After the day after tomorrow, he didn't know if he could get off the operating table, see the world again, and meet his loved one again.

He didn't have time, he wanted to see Jomo, and he was crazy.

The car drove smoothly all the way to the edge of a small villa in a block.

The lights on the second floor are still on, is she in there?

Sitting in the car, Xiao Yan quietly looked at the lights on the second floor, feeling warm in his heart.

This night, it was extraordinarily quiet, and his heart was also extraordinarily peaceful.

Jomer is in this villa. At this moment, he should be lying on the bed. He can even imagine in his mind that she is leaning against the head of the bed, reviewing with a book.

Love can never be vigorous, countless small moments, just a glimpse, are so beautiful.

But he found out so late.

Xiao Yan didn't know how long he had been staring at the lights upstairs, until it went out, he wrapped his coat, put on a hat and sunglasses, lowered his seat, and rested in the car.

Jomo will definitely go to school tomorrow morning.

He just wanted to spend one night with her quietly, and then when he opened his eyes the next day, he could see her.

Just like... before.

Early the next morning, around eight o'clock, Jomo came out of the villa with his schoolbag on his back.

In the car not far away, Xiao Yan was wearing a hat and sunglasses. The moment Qiao Mo walked out of the villa, his fingers holding the steering wheel were shaking violently.

He almost couldn't control himself, wanted to open the car door, strode up to her, hugged her tightly, and never let go again in this life.

But he can't do that.

He could only drive the car and slowly follow behind her. The speed of the car was a bit slower than that of a bicycle.

Jomo walked for a while and took a bus to the State University of New York.

Xiao Yan followed along.

When he arrived at school, Xiao Yan followed Qiao Mo leisurely, wearing a hat and sunglasses.

But his tall and stern figure, as well as his natural temperament, still attracted the attention of many students.

Even though he covered most of his face, it was not difficult to see that he was an extremely handsome oriental man.

Jomo came together with a few foreigners and communicated in English.

For the rest of the time, Xiao Yan followed Qiao Mo all the time.

When she was in class, Xiao Yan sat in the last row, watching her quietly.

She was serious about everything she did, and it was normal that she didn't notice anyone following her.

At the end of the last class in the morning, Xiao Yan was afraid of being discovered by Qiao Mo when the class was over, so she left early.

He walked outside the classroom, not far away, like a passerby, standing in the corridor overlooking the beautiful scenery of the university.

After Qiao Mo finished writing, she subconsciously looked back at the corner of the last row. She wondered if it was her illusion. She always felt that someone had been following her today.

She thought it was the illusion of fantasy caused by her closing herself for too long.

After class, Jomo left the classroom with a female classmate.

From a distance, she saw a familiar figure, and her whole body was shocked.

But it was too far away, and she didn't feel like it.

The female classmate saw her frozen in place, not moving, and asked curiously: "Mo, what are you looking at?"

Qiao Mo smiled, "I must have read it wrong, let's go have lunch."

When he reached the stairs, Jomo couldn't help but took another look.

Is there really someone in the world whose figure is so similar?
But she knew that that person was definitely not the one she thought, and that person would not dress so casually, let alone wearing a black baseball cap and sunglasses.

Jomo felt that she seemed to be going crazy.

Why do you see someone who looks a little like him in New York, which is so far away from Haicheng, and you think it's him?

How could he... come here to find her?

Once you agree to let go, he won't keep her anymore.

She knew that he was such a ruthless person, and he always judged things with reason, including feelings.

His love, rational and just right, ruined her and their marriage.

Jomo picked up the food on the plate, absent-mindedly.

Xiao Yan was sitting not far from her, but she couldn't see him, he figured it out, that was her blind spot.

But he could see her clearly, she took a few mouthfuls of a meal, as if her mind was wandering, and she lost the motivation to eat any more.

What are you thinking?Do you remember him?Remember such an unpleasant thing?
In the afternoon, Qiao Mo was soaking in the library, and Xiao Yan followed her not far or near.

He really wanted to go up and say hello to her, saying, hi, long time no see, what a coincidence.

(End of this chapter)