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

Chapter 109 Mo, Merry Christmas
United States, New York.

Jomo stood in front of the French windows of the villa, watching the dim lights outside the window, and subconsciously touched the vacancy on his ring finger.

Originally, there was a diamond ring on her ring finger. In the past, that was the life she wanted most.

But now, everything is over.

After Feng Che finished cooking dinner, he went into the bedroom and asked Qiao Mo to eat. Seeing her standing alone in front of the window in a daze, he walked over lightly, "Xiaoxiao, it's time to eat."

Qiao Mo turned around and saw Feng Che leaning against the door.

"Brother, from tomorrow onwards, you can move back. The doctor has said that my illness is not a serious problem. As long as I take the medicine on time to control it, there will be no problems. If you continue to delay like this because of me, I am really sorry." would be very guilty.”

Feng Che is not young anymore, one year older than Xiao Yan, it's time to start a family.

Feng Che came over and rubbed Qiao Mo's little head, "As long as your relationship is stable, brother can rest assured."

"I'm still young, so I can spend a few more years, it's okay, but you, if you continue to spend like this, you will really become an old leftover man."

Jomo joked with Feng Che.

Feng Che's eyes became serious and deep, "I'm fine, I'm used to being alone. But Xiaoxiao, you are different, you need someone to accompany you."

Qiao Mo bit his lip, narrowed his eyes slightly, and forced a smile: "There's nothing wrong with being alone. To be honest, I'm a little afraid of falling in love now."

In fact, when she and Xiao Yan were together, they didn't really fall in love. They got married first and then got along.

Apart from this bad marriage, Jomo is simply a novice in love.

Feng Che suddenly said mysteriously: "I will take you to meet a friend tomorrow, and you will definitely like getting along with him."

Jomo became a little curious, "It's rare to hear you praise a person like this. Brother, why are you so confident, I will like this friend?"

"This friend is very charming and funny. Xiaoxiao, even if you can't forget the past for a while, as long as you work hard, you won't be afraid that you won't be able to get out. So, promise brother, don't cling to the past, okay?"

Feng Che took her into his arms and sighed softly.

Jomo leaned into his arms and nodded slightly, "I will try my best."

— Try to learn to forget.

At noon the next day, after class, Qiao Mo arrived early according to the address of the restaurant given by Feng Che.

It is a Chinese restaurant, quiet and friendly.

Qiao Mo sat on the seat, thinking carefully, this is how many blind dates Feng Che introduced to her.

No matter how amazing Feng Che said the other party was, Qiao Mo felt that the result would still be the same as the previous ones.

After waiting for about 15 minutes, Qiao Mo was about to call Feng Che when suddenly a series of hurried steps caught his eyes.

Jomo looked up, and saw a well-dressed man come into view.

The man smiled faintly, "I'm sorry, the lady has waited so long for the first meeting."

Jomo took back her phone, and across the dining table, she smelled a familiar male fragrance.

Qiao Mo suddenly became a little at a loss, so he raised his hand and waved to him, "Hi."

Huo Xing hooked his lips and stretched out his clean and slender hands, "Hello, Jomo."

Qiao Mo was taken aback. Before coming, Feng Che had told her the basic information about Huo Xing.

"Hello, Mr. Huo."

His fingertips felt a little cold, familiar yet unfamiliar.

Qiao Mo asked suddenly: "Mr. Huo, the perfume you wear today is really similar to that of a friend."

Also, the temperature of his fingertips.

The appearance of Huo Xing made her mind suddenly flooded with images of being with Xiao Yan.

Qiao Mo didn't know if it was God's arrangement or Feng Che's special arrangement. Huo Xing was like a knight sent by God to save her, but in the middle of the night, Qiao Mo hid under the blanket and understood deeply and clearly that Huo Xing It's just Huo Xing, never Xiao Yan.

Even though, he often wears the same men's perfume as Xiao Yan, even though, he also has a light and cold fragrance of tobacco on his body, even if the temperature of his fingertips is so familiar... Even if Huo Xing and Xiao Yan have more and more In similar places, he is not her Ayan.

Somehow, Qiao Mo suddenly agreed to Huo Xing to be his girlfriend.

The weather in New York is even more distinct than that in Haicheng.

Qiao Mo spent spring, summer, autumn and winter here, guarding the little secret deepest in his heart, and spent one winter after another without Xiao Yan.

What Feng Che said was correct, no one would be unable to live without someone else.

But Feng Che forgot that even if he could live without anyone, he just wouldn't be happy anymore.

Huo Xing is like a perfect lover, he will take off his coat when the wind blows, and put it on Qiao Mo's shoulders, and when Qiao Mo is sick, he will greet her and take her to the hospital, like a The elders also told her to rest and take medicine on time.

His love was more delicate and gentle than Xiao Yan's, but Qiao Mo's heart just didn't move.

When he wore the same male fragrance as Xiao Yan and hugged her tightly in his arms, Qiao Mo's heartbeat seemed to come alive again through eternity.

Two years later, New York.

It was another Christmas Eve, and it was snowing in New York.

On the People's Square in New York, couples in pairs.

Huo Xing wrapped Qiao Mo in his arms with a coat.

When Qiao Mo looked up, snowflakes fell on her eyelashes. The memory that had been sealed for a long time seemed to be suddenly opened. She recalled that in the winter two years ago, there was someone holding hands with her and walking in the snow, but she was afraid It was cold, and felt so bitter at that time, so she begged that person to hug her.

So, the man carried her on his shoulders and walked in the snow.

Being carried on his shoulders was very bumpy and uncomfortable, but she felt an infinite sense of security.

Huo Xing hugged her tightly, lowered his head and rested his chin on the top of her head, his voice was low and gentle, "I knew from the very beginning that you promised to get along with me and stay with me because of the one in your heart. Man. Mo, if I can help you get out of the pain and shadow... I don't mind if I'm that substitute."

Jomo stretched out his hand and hugged the man tightly, "Huo Xing, thank you."

She is a bad girl, she doesn't have complete love, leaving it to such an excellent Huo Xing.

"Mo, Merry Christmas."

For the past two years, Huo Xing has been by her side, and Jomo has never understood why Huo Xing fell in love with her.

After all, when they met for the first time, she remembered that she was not the best of her, or even the worst of her.

Because of her depression and the car accident that year, she was in poor health, she was so skinny that she didn't have a few pounds of flesh, and no matter how she tried to hide it, she still looked sick.

Qiao Mo was stuffy in Huo Xing's chest, and asked in a low voice, "Why do you like me?"

"Probably when I saw you for the first time, I felt that this girl was a bit interesting. No matter how much I smiled at you, there were lingering shadows and sadness in the depths of my eyes. Others said that the worst thing in the world is to fall in love with." A woman with a story is a woman with a story. But I am a bitch, and I think a woman with a story is more worthy of being cherished."

Jomo couldn't help but laughed out loud in his arms.

"Then you are really a bitch."

Jomo withdrew from his arms, turned around and walked forward.

As she walked, she said, "You know, I don't celebrate Christmas, so I don't have any Christmas presents for you this year. Why don't you wait until New Year's to give them to you?"

Huo Xing strode to catch up with her, grabbed her slender wrist, pulled her into his arms, kissed her, and suddenly fell on her lips.

With such a light touch, Jomo was frightened.

His eyes widened, and he subconsciously pushed him away.

"Hey……"

Qiao Mo covered his mouth and looked at so many people in the square. In an open city like New York, kissing on the streets is actually nothing. What's more, today is Christmas, and there are men kissing women on the streets. , but that superficial touch completely frightened Qiao Mo.

Huo Xing didn't give in, he still held her wrist tightly, with a smile in his eyes, "You are so awkward and shy, I would think this is your first kiss."

No one knew that Jomo would not have kissed a man for nearly two years.

When he first dated Huo Xing, Huo Xing actually didn't think about it that much. Since he likes this girl, he feels that he has an obligation to heal her.

Feng Che reminded him that for Qiao Mo, he should not be eager for quick success. If he is too anxious about the progress, it will easily scare Qiao Mo away.

Therefore, in the past two years, Huo Xing paid more attention and attention to Qiao Mo's illness.

It was also because of Huo Xing's thoughts that Qiao Mo's depression was well controlled.

After getting along for two years, Huo Xing felt that he was about to become a Buddha. He pulled Qiao Mo into his arms and whispered in her ear, "I have been in a platonic love relationship for two years. Next, Do you want to give me a little compensation?"

Jomo bit his lip, his cheeks flushed.

Kexin, but flustered.

Huo Xing glanced at his watch, took her hand, and walked towards the car, "It's getting late, I'll take you home."

Along the way, Jomo didn't say much.

When he got to Jomo's villa, Huo Xing stood by the car, "Go back."

Qiao Mo walked a few steps, turned around again, pursed his lips, and was a little hard to say, "Huo Xing..."

"Huh?" Huo Xing raised his eyebrows, "If you want me to stay overnight tonight, and want to take my relationship to a higher level, I won't have any objections."

Qiao Mo clenched his little hands, "I think... I still need a while."

Huo Xing was slightly stunned, then laughed and said, "It's okay, I'm willing to wait."

"sorry."

Qiao Mo said "I'm sorry", then turned around and ran away.

After entering the house, she stuck behind the door, breathing heavily.

She thought she had forgotten, but why even a light kiss brought back all her memories.

The temperature on his lips, the strength with which he nibbled on her lips every time he kissed her, and...even the steps of his kissing her, she remembered meticulously.

Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan...

Her mind is still full of the past tense.

Jomo crouched helplessly behind the door, covered his face, and began to cry softly.

At night in New York, the snow gradually fell, covering the entire flashy city, wrapped in silver.

Haicheng, nine o'clock in the morning.

Zhao Qian followed behind the tall man and reported the day's schedule quickly and accurately: "At ten o'clock in the morning, there is a one-hour board meeting. At 11:30, it's lunch for you and your wife. At 12:30, you and the US headquarters There is an overseas meeting..."

With the long legs of a man, Meteor strode into the office.

"Why don't I remember having lunch with my wife today?"

"Um...it was my wife who called me this morning and said that I would like to spare an hour for you to have lunch with her at noon. I thought, anyway, the BOSS also has lunch, so I agreed... ...Boss, if you have any questions, I will call my wife right now, saying that you have other important matters."

Xiao Yan's eyes were calm, and his thin lips parted lightly: "It's because I don't care too much about my wife. There is no need to cancel, I will go to the appointment."

Zhao Qian breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay."

(End of this chapter)