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

Chapter 110 I want a child

In the tea restaurant downstairs of Xiao's, Song Xiazhi sat by the window, quietly waiting for Xiao Yan.

She ordered a lot of delicate pastries, but did not move.

It wasn't until Xiao Yan appeared in her sight that she bent her lips and said with a sweet smile: "Brother Xiao, I ordered a lot of your favorite pastries."

Xiao Yan nodded slightly, and after sitting down on the seat opposite her, Song Xiazhi reached out and took Xiao Yan's knuckle-knuckle hand on the table.

"Brother Xiao, do you still remember... what day is today?"

During these two years, Song Xiazhi accompanied him, took care of him, and even taught him such trivial things as tying shoelaces.

But Xiao Yan didn't know why, except for being grateful to her, he just couldn't arouse any other emotions.

Xiao Yan frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about what day it was, but in the end, he didn't remember what day it was.

"What day is today?"

Song Xiazhi pursed her lips, pretending to be unhappy, and her tone was slightly coquettish: "Brother Xiao...Did you forget? Today is my birthday."

"Oh, sorry." Xiao Yan pursed his lips and said again, "What gift do you want?"

In the past two years, she clearly slept in the same bed with him, but he just didn't talk about having a child, and he didn't mean to touch her.

In the Xiao family, she lacked nothing, what she lacked... was just his love, and... his child.

"Brother Xiao, I don't want anything." Song Xiazhi couldn't help but clenched his hand a little bit, "I just want..."

"what do you want?"

She is a girl, so she is inevitably a little shy. She bit her lips and was about to say that when she wanted to have a child, a piece of fashion news suddenly popped up on the LCD TV in front of the tea restaurant.

"The famous New York designer, Jolinmo, will hold the first fashion show of his brand clothing at [-]:[-] this afternoon, and has invited many international supermodels. Among them, the men's clothing under Jolinmo's brand has attracted much attention. Men's clothing that has led the entire fashion circle in half a year..."

On the LCD TV screen, the picture was transferred to a beautiful young oriental woman.

Song Xiazhi was facing the LCD TV. When she saw the picture on the TV, she was startled severely, and the fingers holding Xiao Yan's hand were also obviously stiff.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yan asked with a frown.

Xiao Yan was about to look back when Song Xiazhi suddenly stopped him, "Brother Xiao!"

Xiao Yan looked at her deeply, held her little hand instead, and asked, "Are you sick?"

Her palms were covered in cold sweat.

Her face was pale, but the corners of her lips forced a smile, she shook her head, her little hands clenched him even tighter, and she begged with earnest eyes: "Brother Xiao, I want a child."

Xiao Yan's gaze sank slightly, "Why do you suddenly think of having a child?"

Her throat was very dry, as if a piece of glass was stuck, and she was very flustered, "We, we have been together for so long, it is time to have a child. I think, Mom also wants to hold a grandson very much."

A dark color flashed across Xiao Yan's eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Song Xiazhi was very scared, very afraid that he would reject her, "Brother Xiao, are you... don't you want to?"

"I know, I may have failed you in the past two years. I don't know why, but now I don't have any hope of having a child."

Song Xiazhi bit his lip, holding back the tears in his eyes and asked, "You...do you not want a child, or...or do you not want to touch me?"

In the past two years, she tried to stir up his most primitive desires. Even if she stood naked in front of him, he could pick up the clothes and put them on her again because of a phone call or a document, a gentleman told her , he still needs to be busy, let her sleep first.

As a normal woman, how much does this hurt her self-esteem? Why is he willing to hurt her like this?
Xiao Yan pressed his eyebrows, "I know, I have no plans to have children for the time being. Okay, let's eat, I have an overseas meeting in the afternoon."

Her eyes were red, her eyes lowered slightly, her voice was slightly hoarse from crying, "Even after two years, you still can't fall in love with me again, right?"

If he loved her, why didn't he touch her?

Xiao Yan didn't know how to explain it. When he faced her, he really didn't have any hope of a man. Sometimes, even he himself wondered if there was something wrong with him.

"I know," Xiao Yan grabbed her little hand, stroking the diamond ring on her ring finger with his fingertips, his eyes were cold, "Maybe this is not your problem, but mine."

Song Xiazhi was taken aback, obviously puzzled.

"Brother Xiao, you..."

Xiao Yan smiled lightly and said, "Let's eat first."

She was sullen and absent-mindedly ordering food.

Xiao Yan was so considerate, "Try tonight."

A normal couple who haven't had a married life for two years, it's probably unbelievable to say this.

Because of his light "Try tonight", Song Xiazhi's mood suddenly flew from the trough to the cloud.

"Brother Xiao, you promised me?"

Xiao Yan nodded lightly, "Well, stop thinking about it."

After lunch, Xiao Yan sent Song Xiazhi to the car. She sat in the car and looked at him with her small face up through the car window.

"Brother Xiao, tonight...I'll wait for you to go home."

Xiao Yan didn't have much interest, and lacked interest, but he responded perfunctorily, "Yes."

After returning to the company, Su Jingyu called.

"Hey, Ayan, where are you? Are you free to go out for a drink tonight?"

Sitting on the executive chair, he asked with a smile: "I used to be an alcoholic?"

Su Jingyu asked him to drink frequently, but he hadn't had a drink in two years.

"I've read today's news, you're in the limelight!"

Xiao Yan looked at the page of the newspaper, which occupied half of the country——

"The executive CEO of Xiao Group, Asia's largest family business, has returned from nirvana after two years!"

Under the huge title, there are some bits and pieces about his silhouette and deeds.

In fact, the outside world does not know how much he has lost in the past two years, and how much effort he needs to regain the pride that originally belonged to him.

Two years ago, after the craniotomy, he acted like a fool. He was a complete layman to these financial figures.

For him before, dealing with these numbers was as easy as eating, but at that time, even such trivial things as eating and tying shoelaces required a little bit of teaching from others.

As for these so-called "showy" news papers, just read them casually with a smile, Xiao Yan casually flipped the newspaper over.

"Jolin, a famous New York fashion designer, opened the show silently."

In the newspaper, the oriental woman is wearing sunglasses and a black elegant dress, with a unique style and style.

Xiao Yan's gaze stayed on the photo for a few seconds.

Holding the mobile phone in his hand, he was on the phone with Su Jingyu, and subconsciously read the name of the protagonist in the news headline, "Jolin silent?"

Su Jingyu on the other end was startled, "A Yan, what did you say?"

"Nothing, just saw a New York designer in the newspaper."

He didn't pay much attention to these big names in the fashion industry, and he rarely took the time to understand them.

In this regard, he is not very interested.

Su Jingyu also held a newspaper in his hand, his eyes fixed on the photo of the oriental woman, "Ayan..."

"Ah."

"Actually, have you ever thought about the reason why you haven't wanted to touch Zhizhi in the past two years?"

Xiao Yan replied casually: "Perhaps after the operation, I forgot about her, so I don't feel very much about her."

Su Jingyu asked tentatively: "If you love someone, even if you forget her, you will still feel your heartbeat when you see her. A Yan, you really don't want to know, are there any important people you missed in your past?"

At the beginning, he promised Xiao Ruqing that as long as Ah Yan didn't ask to know about his past and Qiao Mo's affairs, he would not tell about those pasts.

After all, Jomo had already gone to New York, and it was impossible to return to him again.

Mentioning Qiao Mo in front of A Yan is just another tragedy.

Xiao Yan pondered: "Is the past so important? I cherish the present more than indulging in the past."

"Of course it's important now, but..."

There are such coincidences in the world. The closest bedside person two years ago reported to the police at the same time and they are all linked together. Is this another arrangement from God?
If... Qiao Mo is Xiao Yan's doom.

"Okay, Jing Yu, I'm going to work."

After Xiao Yan hung up the phone, his eyes fell on the face of the oriental woman in the newspaper again, hesitating for a few seconds.

Jolinmo...

In the end, he put the newspaper aside and didn't read it again.

New York, 01:30 p.m.

Jomo took several deep breaths nervously in the background.

The phone in his hand suddenly rang.

Caller ID, Huo Xing.

"silent."

"Ok?"

"Go back."

Qiao Mo held the phone, turned around, and saw Huo Xing under the spotlight, his heart skipped a beat, "Didn't you say that the company is very busy today, so you can't come?"

Huo Xing strode towards her with long legs.

"Your first show, I will definitely join you."

Qiao Mo put away the phone, "If it weren't for you and my brother, I guess the fashion show will have to wait until next spring."

"I just helped a little bit, what really depends on your own talent and your design talent. Are you nervous?"

Huo Xing held her hand, feeling a chill in his palm, "So nervous?"

Jomo nodded, "Virgin, it's my first female show, how can I not be nervous."

"Then you have to calm down now, because..."

Jomo asked puzzledly, "Huh? Because of what?"

Huo Xing smiled faintly, "Because after the fashion show is over, I have a surprise for you. I'm afraid to scare you."

"Don't you want to play a prank, Huo Xing, I thought you were a gentleman at first, but after a long time, I realized that you are really a Liumang!"

The man stretched out his long arms, and suddenly put his arms around her waist, approached her with a handsome face, and said in a low voice, "I think I'm already a gentleman, you know, I've wanted to do Liumang things to you for a long time."

Qiao Mo's cheeks were hot, he pushed his hand away, and scolded: "There are so many people, don't mess around!"

"I still have things to do, you can greet yourself here!"

After finishing speaking, Qiao Mo turned around, quickly stepped into the backstage, and continued to prepare for work.

She let out a heavy breath. Sometimes, she was afraid of facing Huo Xing. She might never be able to give him what he wanted, but she also selfishly hoped that he could accompany her through those memories.

Jomo didn't want to think about it anymore, shook his head, and continued working.

Haicheng, eight o'clock at night.

Xiao's villa.

The sound of running water in the bathroom made Song Xiazhi sit nervously on the edge of the bed, clutching the knot of the towel in front of her chest. She secretly glanced at the lights in the bathroom. She knew that Brother Xiao would come out in a while.

(End of this chapter)