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

Chapter 112 Jomo, Let's Get Married
Xiao International, President's Office.

Xiao Yan rubbed his temples, trying to recall the scene of last night, but his nerves were paralyzed by alcohol, but he didn't have any clear thoughts, and his mind was blank.

Obviously this is a good thing, but for some reason, there is a sense of emptiness in my heart.

But as a man, as a husband, these are his responsibilities.

Dial a phone call to Song Xiazhi——

"Hi, Zhizhi."

Song Xiazhi on the other end was a little nervous and at a loss when he received the call from Xiao Yan, "Brother Xiao..."

"Didn't you always want to go on a date? I have nothing to do tonight, do you want to watch a movie or have dinner?"

Song Xiazhi covered her mouth and choked up slightly. She held back her crying, not wanting Xiao Yan to hear, "Okay, as long as I can date Brother Xiao, I can do anything."

Even if they stay together boringly, she is willing.

The grievance and humiliation in her heart, as well as the guilt when facing Xiao Yan, she began to regret, did she make a wrong move?

Xiao Yan had a keen mind, he frowned and asked, "Why are you crying?"

She shook her head, "No, I'm just happy."

In the past two years, he seldom cared about her. Although it was a husband and wife relationship on the surface, his mind was always on work, and he didn't even know about her likes and interests.

"I'll go home to pick you up tonight."

Song Xiazhi nodded vigorously, she bit her lip, and when he hung up the phone, she suddenly called him: "Brother Xiao..."

"Huh? What else?"

"I... I love you."

Xiao Yan, who was holding the mobile phone, was slightly stunned with his slender fingers, his eyes were deep, and he said lightly: "Yes, I see."

After hanging up the phone, he leaned back on the black executive chair and took a deep breath.

For some reason, when he heard his wife say "I love you", he felt burdened.

From the very beginning, Xiao Yan felt that there was something wrong between them.

But according to what Xiao Ruqing and Song Xiazhi said, he and Song Xiazhi were married in free love, so logically speaking, they were in love.

Could it be... It's really just because he completely forgot about her after the operation?
Zhao Qian pushed the door open and came in, holding an exquisite Cartier paper bag in his hand, "Boss, I have bought what you ordered."

Xiao Yan took the paper bag, took out an elegant velvet square box from the paper bag, opened it, and inside was a female ring.

"Make a reservation at the Sicilian restaurant at eight o'clock tonight, both of you."

Zhao Qian understood, "Is BOSS going out on a date with his wife tonight?"

Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the diamond ring in his hand, and said in a calm voice, "She has paid a lot for me in the past two years. I neglected her too much in the past, and I should compensate her."

For a moment Zhao Qian felt as if he had passed away. Perhaps it would not be a bad thing to never tell the boss about Qiao Mo's existence, let the boss forget everything in the past and start over.

Song Xiazhi, he wasn't sure how good she was, but Zhao Qian knew that she was sincere to BOSS.

"Boss, do you really not care about what happened before?"

Xiao Yan raised his eyes sharply, "Jing Yu mentioned my past, and now you also mention my past, what else do I not know about my past?"

Who is missing in his past?
Zhao Qian pursed his lips and concealed it: "No, it's not... I just want to ask the boss, don't you care about the past friendship with Miss Song?"

"It's just some small things between couples, fighting and fighting, it doesn't matter if you know it or not."

Zhao Qian lowered his eyes and nodded, "Yes."

After get off work, Xiao Yan drove back to the villa and picked up Song Xiazhi to the Sicily Hotel.

Song Xiazhi was wearing an elegant and sweet dress, holding Xiao Yan's arm, and entered the Sicilian restaurant.

The restaurant is quiet and peaceful, and the elegant sound of the violin surrounds the ears gently and soothingly.

The two sat across the table.

Xiao Yan pushed the menu in front of Song Xiazhi, "What do you want to eat?"

She lowered her head with a sweet smile, and ordered several dishes, all of which Xiao Yan usually eats.

"You can order what you like."

But she shook her head and said with a smile: "Brother Xiao likes it, and I like it too."

Xiao Yan's deep gaze fell on her ring finger. She had been wearing that ring for two years and never took it off.

"Zhizhi, in fact, sometimes you really don't have to force yourself. It's true that you are my wife, but you don't need to compromise on everything."

Song Xiazhi looked at Xiao Yan in surprise and joy, her eyes were moist, and she said excitedly: "Brother Xiao, do you know? When you first admitted that I am your wife, I was so happy." ..."

In fact, only she knew that no matter it was two years ago or two years later, she was never his real legal wife.

Xiao Yan had forgotten the past and didn't know about it, but she knew that they had never applied for a marriage certificate from the beginning to the end.

Xiao Yan took out Cartier's velvet box from his pocket, opened it, and inside was a brand new diamond ring.

He took her right hand and took off the female ring that was originally worn on her ring finger.

"Since the size is not suitable, don't force yourself to wear it."

Song Xiazhi covered his mouth with one hand, and was moved to tears.

Xiao Yan took out the Cartier diamond ring from the velvet box and put it on her ring finger.

Her gaze never left the wedding ring on her ring finger throughout the dinner.

This is the wedding ring that Brother Xiao gave her...

It's no longer Jomer's.

She finally has her own wedding ring.

Weeping with joy.

Xiao Yan held the original female ring in the palm of his hand. For some reason, it was just an ordinary ring. When he looked at this ring, he felt a little sad.

Maybe it's feeling, the relationship between him and her, like this ring, can't go back to the past.

He put the ring back into his trouser pocket.

Song Xiazhi was very happy throughout the night.

Leaning in Xiao Yan's arms, she was extremely satisfied.

She quietly closed her eyes, wrapped her hands around Xiao Yan's neck, and said softly, "Brother Xiao, no matter what I do, it is because I love you. I love you, and I don't want to be separated from you."

Even though the eyes were closed tightly, the tears in the eye sockets still gushed out.

If time could be turned back, she would definitely not make that hasty decision, but... there is no going back.

One wrong step, one wrong step, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and push this lie to the end.

But Xiao Yan's thoughts were far away, another face inexplicably appeared in his mind, it was so blurry that he couldn't see it clearly.

However, he really wanted to catch her.

New York, People's Square.

Qiao Mo managed to successfully complete the first fashion design exhibition in his life, and the tense nerves all over his body suddenly relaxed.

She took a deep breath, "It's finally over."

Huo Xing held her hand, and the two of them strolled on the People's Square in the night, coming and going, there were many tourists and local residents.

"silent."

Qiao Mo stopped walking, turned his eyes and looked back at him, "By the way, didn't you say you had a surprise for me? Could it be some necklace or jewelry? I said Huo Xing, from the time we started dating, how big and small are you? The small gift gave me a drawer, if one day we break up, I won't take advantage of you, I will return it to you intact."

"I don't want us to break up."

Qiao Mo was startled, she was just joking, but Huo Xing suddenly became serious, his eyes were so focused and persistent.

"I'm just kidding."

Huo Xing grabbed her right hand and suddenly knelt down on one knee, "Jomo, let's get married."

Qiao Mo was stunned, his eyes were dumbfounded, his lips parted, and he stared blankly at Huo Xing, who was kneeling on one knee, for a full two seconds.

The Chinese and foreigners coming and going cast their gazes over one after another.

Qiao Mo immediately bent down to pull him, "Hey, Huo Xing! You're joking too much! Get up, everyone is watching us!"

Instead of getting up, Huo Xing took out an elegant purple velvet heart-shaped box from his pocket. Jomo was no fool, when she saw the box, she probably guessed what was inside.

Her heartbeat was about to jump out of her throat nervously, but it was not because of the accelerated heartbeat of excitement, but because of fear and dread.

"Huo Xing..."

Huo Xing took out the diamond ring in the box, held her right hand, knelt down on one knee, looked up at her handsome face, and looked at her who had been stunned with affectionate eyes, "Miss Jomo, are you willing to accept Mr. Huo Xing's marriage proposal?" ?”

Qiao Mo stared blankly until the cold temperature on her ring finger burned her heart severely.

Her outstretched finger suddenly clenched into a fist, and the movement of the ring sliding down the ring finger suddenly froze.

"Huo, Huo Xing... I, I'm not ready yet."

Huo Xing didn't get up, but asked earnestly, "Are you not ready to accept me as a person, or are you not ready to marry me?"

Qiao Mo covered his mouth, "Huo Xing, I'm sorry..."

"Mo, you know, the three words I want to hear are not sorry."

— rather, I would.

"I..." Qiao Mo was stuck in her throat, she stared blankly at Huo Xing who was kneeling on the ground, all her words were choked in her throat.

Huo Xing smiled helplessly and said: "Even if you don't accept my marriage proposal today, it doesn't matter. If I have the courage to propose to you, I have already made all plans to be rejected by you. Jomo, it doesn't matter whether you accept me in your heart or not." , I will wait until you say yes."

Qiao Mo's mind was in a mess, like a mess of yarn, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

She pulled her hand away from his palm, turned around, and left quickly.

Huo Xing knelt alone on the busy street in New York, watching Qiao Mo leave with a lonely look.

Even after two years, she still hasn't forgotten the person in her heart.

Even after two years, the one she loves is still not him.

Huo Xing has never pursued, who is the person who drew such a wound in her heart two years ago, but he knows that Qiao Mo is a stubborn person, it is difficult for her to accept new people and things, she likes the old Stuff, old... people.

Jomo ran all the way back to the villa. The room was dark and suddenly lit up.

She was startled.

But he was embraced by Feng Che.

"Xiaoxiao, happy birthday!"

She was very upset, and burst into tears because of her fright and panic.

Feng Che was taken aback by her. He originally wanted to surprise her, but unexpectedly, he frightened her.

Hastily wiped her tears, "You are so timid, so scared to cry? Brother is wrong, I shouldn't scare you. Hurry up, wipe away your tears, come over and eat cake!"

Qiao Mo bit his lip, his eyes were red, and Feng Che pulled him over to eat the cake.

Feng Che wiped the cream with his fingers, and wiped it on Qiao Mo's cheek.

But she was unmoved, she looked absent-minded and bewildered.

"What's wrong? Huo Xing bullied you today? You tell brother, brother will avenge you!"

Qiao Mo raised his red eyes and said hoarsely, "Huo Xing proposed to me."

(End of this chapter)