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

Chapter 103 Xiao Yan, I Don't Love You Anymore!

Jomo lost his appetite after not eating a few mouthfuls of lunch.

Rowling, who was by her side, teased her with a smile: "Are all Chinese girls so small in appetite?"

Jomo smiled and said nothing.

"By the way, Mo, some of George's classmates invited us to dinner tonight, shall we go together?"

Jomo hasn't been to a crowded place for a long time, she felt a little uncomfortable, "Forget it, you go, I have something to do when I go home."

Rowling pursed her lips, "Go! You have been studying in New York for so long, and you haven't relaxed! Let's go home after eating! Mo..."

Rowling tugged on Jomo's sleeve and looked at her expectantly.

Jomo had no choice but to be afraid of spoiling Rowling's interest, so he agreed: "Okay, I'll go home after dinner."

Rowling hugged her: "Mo, you are so kind!"

Rowling and Jomo went to the library after lunch.

Jomo was in the column of professional books, and Rowling disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Jomo searched around and saw Rowling in the romance novel area. He laughed softly and said, "So you like reading these."

Rowling held a copy of "Romeo and Juliet" in her hand, her face intoxicated, "How romantic! Mo, have you ever liked someone? The vigorous one! Just like Romeo and Juliet!"

The smile on Qiao Mo's lips was slightly stiff, her eyes were empty, she was in a daze, and for a while, she seemed to be sunk in her own memories.

Seeing her in a daze and not speaking, Rowling touched her with her elbow, "Hey, Mo! Are you thinking of some man?"

Jomo came back to his senses and stared at her blankly, "No, what nonsense are you talking about."

"I'm looking forward to a vigorous love! So romantic!"

"If you don't like each other, then no matter how much you like, it will be a burden."

Qiao Mo turned around suddenly, and walked back to the professional books and periodicals in a gloomy manner.

Rowling held a copy of "Romeo and Juliet" in her arms, jumped up behind her, and said disapprovingly: "I just like what you Chinese call 'tossing'!"

Jomo looked back at Rowling, who spoke very substandard Chinese, and laughed out loud with a "puchi".

"as long as you are happy."

And Xiao Yan, who was standing behind the bookshelf where Qiao Mo was, could hear Qiao Mo's voice clearly.

——If the other party does not love, no matter how much affection is, it will be a burden.

But how did she know that her liking and love had never been a burden to him.

Rowling patted Qiao Mo, "Mo, I'll go over there to find some books, and I'll come to you later!"

Jomo nodded, "Go."

Her eyes fell on the column of love books, and her fingers slowly landed on "Romeo and Juliet". Romeo and Juliet really love each other and are willing to give for each other, but how can she and Xiao Yan be counted? Is it vigorous love?

However, it was a one-man show that belonged to her from beginning to end.

Jomo took a copy of "Romeo and Juliet" from the bookshelf, intending to read it.

At the same time, there was also a hand on the back of the bookshelf, holding a copy of "Romeo and Juliet". In an instant, the sight blocked by the book had a small distance vision.

In Jomer's sight, there was a male chest.

The other party seemed to be very tall, so tall that his face could not be seen through the small space.

How could she, for a moment, miss someone so crazily?

It must be an illusion.

She put the "Romeo and Juliet" back on the shelf, smiled wryly, lowered her face, and left.

Love novels are really not suitable for her to read now.

But Xiao Yan behind the bookshelf looked at her face so closely for the first time after seeing her for such a long time.

At that moment, his palms were almost sweating.

Two emotions struggled in his heart.

Afraid that she would find him, and also afraid... She didn't see him at all.

How would she face him if she found out?Smile and say hello, say a hypocritical long time no see, or just turn a blind eye?
Xiao Yan realized that he couldn't accept any of them.

It's still... as it is now, it's better not to find out.

As long as he is quietly by her side, that's enough.

Xiao Yan looked at the "Romeo and Juliet" in his hand, laughed, and put it back to its original place.

After Jomer and Rowling left the library, they went directly to the bar.

Xiao Yan followed all the way, and when he entered the bar, he sat quietly in the corner, watching Qiao Mo.

Perhaps Xiao Yan himself was too dazzling, even wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap, he still couldn't cover up the light on his body.

From time to time, a woman would come up to strike up a conversation with a drink.

But he was scared away by his overly indifferent appearance.

At first, Qiao Mo was still eating peacefully, but after a while, some classmates always came up to toast.

Inevitably, Qiao Mo picked up the wine glass and poured it into his mouth for some reason.

She had suppressed her emotions for a long time, and she seemed to want to release them too much, but she didn't get them released at the right time. When she arrived at the bar, the noisy atmosphere and the feasting atmosphere made people want to release all the bad emotions in her body.

The feeling of being lost to despair, day and night, was like a beast, howling to eat her, devouring her until there was nothing left.

After drinking a glass of spirits, Jomo completely lost control.

She sat on the sofa, bent over, covered her face with her hands, and wept silently.

From Xiao Yan's perspective, although she couldn't see her crying clearly, she could see her slightly trembling shoulders.

He wanted to come forward and hug her.

The wine glass in the palm of his hand was tightly held by him.

His eyes were cloudy and dark, and there was a trace of forbearance in the bottom of his eyes, which was almost uncontrollable.

Qiao Mo drank another glass of strong wine, then got up and greeted her classmates, and ran away in her sight.

Xiao Yan dropped the wine glass and chased after him with long legs.

Qiao Mo grabbed the guardrail by the river, squatted on the ground, and hugged himself tightly.

She burst into tears like a child.

Xiao Yan stood not far away, and could only stand by and watch her silently.

The phone in Jomo's pocket rang.

Caller ID, Feng Che.

"Xiaoxiao, why don't you answer the phone?"

Jomo couldn't bear it anymore, she couldn't restrain her crying at all, and said with a sob: "I...was too noisy just now...I didn't hear it."

Obviously, crying.

Feng Che frowned, worried: "Why are you crying? Where are you? I'll pick you up."

Qiao Mo gave the address and held the phone tightly in his palm.

She used to be desperate for Xiao Yan, just for his occasional tenderness, but now she suddenly found out, how could she be so stupid back then?

Qiao Mo didn't want to let herself fall again, but she couldn't help it, she couldn't control it.

The wind from the river blew on Jomo's face, which was hot from the effect of alcohol, and she had a thin layer of goose bumps all over her body.

Ten minutes later, Feng Che arrived with a coat on his arm. Seeing Qiao Mo's distraught look, Feng Che's brows jumped.

Walking quickly, he put the suit jacket on Qiao Mo's shoulders.

"Xiao Xiao."

Feng Che helped Qiao Mo up, held her hand, "Why are you drinking?"

Jomo shook his head slightly, but did not answer.

Instead, holding on to the railing, facing the river, weeping quietly.

"Brother, you said that after I came to New York, I would forget Xiao Yan after a long time, right?"

Feng Che nodded, "There is no one who can't forget someone, as long as there is enough time, as long as you are willing to wait patiently."

Qiao Mo bit her lip, she frowned like a child, she grabbed Feng Che's shirt with her small hands, and asked stubbornly: "How long will it take? How long will it take before I don't think of him? How long will it take, even if I think of him, I won't So uncomfortable that you want to die?"

Feng Che looked at her quietly, her eyes were red from crying, like a poor child.

He sighed lowly, and put her in his arms, "I know, for a while, it's unrealistic for you to completely forget Xiao Yan and everything that happened in Haicheng. He never let Xiao Yan go at all."

Qiao Mo leaned in Feng Che's arms, looked at the lights floating on the river with blurred eyes, and said in a calm voice like stagnant water: "Brother, I know that everyone in this world can live well without anyone. The earth will still turn. But...leaving someone I once liked so much, even if I am still alive, but I seem...I will never be happy again. "

"Drinking, is it because of Xiao Yan?"

"I haven't been with so many people for a long time. I am a little afraid of the feeling of being with so many people. I feel that I am falling a little bit. It seems that I have been separated for too long. Even if there are many people around me, I will sink In my own little world. Brother, do you think I have depression?"

Feng Che frowned, his heart skipped a beat.

It is not surprising that Joe Mo's symptoms are depression.

In the United States, especially New York, there are too many people suffering from this kind of depression.

Some are depressed for money, some are depressed for longing, some are depressed for discrimination and unfairness.

Qiao Mo leaned into Feng Che's arms and smiled softly, "Brother, if I get this kind of disease, I will trouble you to take care of me again."

Feng Che stroked her hair that was blown tousled by the river wind, "Silly girl, brother should take care of you. Brother will not allow you to have an accident."

Qiao Mo withdrew from Feng Che's embrace, grabbed the railing with both hands, and yelled at the facing river, "Xiao-yan-I-don't-love-you!"

--I do not love you anymore.

Qiao Mo looked at Jiang Mian in a daze, and after venting, his already weak and limp body lost even more strength.

She fell into Feng Che's arms, hugged Feng Che's neck, closed her eyes, tears fell down, but bit her lip, not letting herself cry again.

"Brother, I want to go home."

Feng Che picked her up by the waist and walked towards the car, "Okay, let's go home."

Not far away, Xiao Yan just quietly watched their leaving figures.

If the source of all her pain is him, then forget him and stop loving him.

The phone in his trouser pocket was vibrating all the time.

He didn't have to look deliberately, he knew who it was.

After answering the phone, he said concisely to the other end of the phone: "I'm going back to the hospital now, and the operation will continue as usual."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone without giving the other party a chance to speak.

Xiao Yan still needs to do some things before he can return to Boston.

He drove, following Feng Che's car.

Until Qiao Mo's villa, Feng Che stayed in the villa for a long time before he came out worried.

Xiao Yan leaned against the car, obviously waiting for him.

Feng Che didn't recognize him clearly at first, but when Xiao Yan took off his sunglasses, Feng Che was startled, he didn't expect that Xiao Yan would appear here.

"Why are you here? You have been sending people to investigate Jomo?"

There was naturally anger in Feng Che's heart, Xiao Yan's voice was calm and steady, his gaze was looking at the soft lights on the second floor, and he said softly: "I didn't come here today to fight with you."

Feng Che sneered, "You hurt my sister so deeply, what else do you want?"

"If I wanted to ruin her current life, I would have shown up."

"Then what exactly do you want to do?"

Just follow Qiao Mo and look at her quietly?

(End of this chapter)