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

Chapter 115 Restaurant Reunion

Jomo's whole body was stiff, and all his movements came to a standstill.

Her face was as pale as paper, and when she looked up, she saw a man and a woman entering the first-class residence arm in arm.

Xiao Yan and Song Xiazhi walked this way, Qiao Mo panicked, the water glass in his hand was suddenly knocked down to the ground, the glass shattered all over the floor, and water stains splashed on Qiao Mo's trousers.

The waiter hurried over after hearing the noise.

"Miss, what happened?"

Jomo's heartbeat seemed to jump out of her throat, and she couldn't even speak out.

The waiter asked worriedly: "Miss, are you not burned?"

"I am fine."

The eyes of Xiao Yan and Song Xiazhi also looked over together.

The moment Song Xiazhi met Qiao Mo's gaze, his face was as pale as Qiao Mo's.

She opened her lips, and the shock and horror in her eyes were more than worse.

Jomo...she is back.

Xiao Yan had a keen mind, and soon felt that Song Xiazhi beside him was stiff for a moment, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Song Xiazhi quickly turned around, clutched his chest and said, "I suddenly feel very bored, Brother Xiao, can we eat somewhere else?"

Xiao Yan had a delicate mind, how could he not have noticed that something was wrong with Song Xiazhi, his deep and quiet gaze calmly fell on Qiao Mo who was not far away.

Coincidentally, she was also watching him.

And at that moment when the four eyes met, Qiao Mo's whole world seemed to be quiet, and all in his eyes were this man.

But his gaze was so calm and indifferent, as if he was sizing her up like a stranger.

And in the depths of his eyes, there was no wave at all.

Maybe Xiao Yan is really too smart, even the disguise is so invisible, in his deep eyes, she can't find a trace of disguise.

Qiao Mo finally lowered his head, sat back on his seat, and held his burned hand tightly.

Luo Luo was furious, and kept trying to find Xiao Yan's theory, but was held back by Qiao Mo.

"Luo Luo, don't go!"

"Why? That pair of dogs and men acted as if they didn't know you! Why?!"

Qiao Mo bit his lip and begged, "I beg you, give me some dignity..."

When Song Xiazhi left with Xiao Yan on his arm, Xiao Yan couldn't help but look back at Qiao Mo again.

This woman looks familiar.

It's just that, for a while, he didn't remember where he saw it.

But why, even though he was just a stranger, she looked at him so sadly... and with a little nostalgia that was hard to detect?

Does she know him?

Song Xiazhi reacted greatly when she saw Qiao Mo. After getting in the car, her hands were even shaking.

Xiao Yan didn't know what was wrong with her, so he held her hand on her leg, frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

She shook her head, pretending to be calm and said: "I, I may have caught a cold. Brother Xiao, let's go home. I suddenly feel unwell."

Xiao Yan nodded and started the car.

As Spyker merged into the traffic, Xiao Yan asked, "Do you know the lady who broke the glass in the restaurant just now?"

Song Xiazhi was startled, nervously grabbed the hem of her skirt, raised her eyes cautiously and asked, "Brother Xiao, why do you ask such a question?"

"I think you reacted very well. Besides, I also think that young lady looks familiar."

What Xiao Yan said was calm, but Song Xiazhi felt like a time bomb had been ignited in his heart, and it would explode at an unknown moment.

In my mind, it was blank, and there was only one thought——

Jomo, she's back, she's back...

She will take away Brother Xiao, and everything that belongs to Song Xiazhi now.

"How is it possible? I don't know her. Brother Xiao, you are overthinking."

Xiao Yan nodded slightly, "Really? I thought you knew each other."

"Brother Xiao, why do you think so?"

Xiao Yan smiled playfully, "Maybe I really thought too much. The way she looked at me was a bit strange. It didn't look like the eyes of a complete stranger."

Song Xiazhi leaned on the co-pilot, looked at the man's profile affectionately and intently, "Maybe Brother Xiao is so handsome, even a strange girl would want to look at you more."

Xiao Yan smiled and said nothing.

All the way, silence.

As for Jiangnan Yipinju, they had a good reminiscing dinner, because of the sudden appearance of Xiao Yan and Song Xiazhi, the meal was extremely dull.

Jomo was absent-minded all night.

Luo Luo scolded while eating, "Momo, if I were you, I would have rushed up to give Xiao Yan a few resounding slaps! He used to hurt you so much, but now when he meets you, he doesn't even say hello! He's still fighting with you!" The rival in love appeared in front of you so intimately! Do you think he did it on purpose?"

Jomo picked up the small wine glass on the table, drank it down, and dropped the glass heavily on the table, "So what if you hit him? He and I are already divorced. Even if he comes to say hello, what can he say to me?" ? Say, Jomo, long time no see? It doesn't make any sense, it's better to be like this, as if you don't know each other."

What she was more afraid of was that Xiao Yan took Song Xiazhi's hand and introduced to her with a smile——

"Jomo, this is my wife, Song Xiazhi."

Mrs. Xiao...

Once, it belonged to her.

Qiao Mo drank another glass of white wine, whether it was spicy or for other reasons, her eyes slowly soaked.

After drinking strong alcohol, the burned internal organs seemed to be on fire.

But she is still cold.

Now, standing beside him is another woman, not her, not her...

He looks more calm than two years ago, and his whole temperament is also more calm. The only thing that remains the same is that when he looks at a person, his eyes are so indifferent, indifferent and without any emotion.

Perhaps, compared to Xiao Yan, she will never be able to do this.

Pretending not to know each other, so calm and peaceful, how many years of practice do you need?
Jomo was drunk.

Luo Luo sent her to the hotel she had booked in advance. She lay on the big white bed in the hotel, feeling extremely uncomfortable, her shoulders trembling as she cried, like the wings of a butterfly fluttering in the valley.

"Xiao Yan..."

Qiao Mo grabbed a hand, she smiled wryly and said, "I saw the wedding ring on Song Xiazhi's ring finger..."

Luo Luo was angry and distressed, held Qiao Mo's hand behind his back, hugged Qiao Mo and comforted him: "We will not mention these two people in the future! Don't cry, Momo!"

Qiao Mo didn't know if she was really drunk or wanted to be drunk, she shed tears quietly, looked at the sky with empty eyes, and said every word as if telling Luo Luo, but also as if telling herself, "They are married... "

Xiao Yan and Song Xiazhi are married.

By the way, Song Xiazhi was pregnant two years ago. If nothing goes wrong, their child should be over one year old.

child……

What about her children?
"Luo Luo...I'm really uncomfortable..."

The pain in my heart has not faded with the passage of time.

No matter how much tenacity she had practiced, the night she saw Xiao Yan, everything fell apart.

Xiao's villa.

After Song Xiazhi came back from Yipinju, she was not feeling well all the time, so she lay down on the bed early to rest.

In the study, Xiao Yan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows after finishing his business, and suddenly remembered the woman who broke the glass in Yipinju tonight.

With his right hand, he put it in his pocket and found a diamond ring.

That was the original ring.

He rubbed his fingertips carefully. For some reason, he seemed to have devoted himself to this ring for a long time. Even though he chose a new ring for Song Xiazhi, he still kept it.

Who is its real owner?

Is it really Song Xiazhi?
Xiao Yan suddenly began to question. Since the operation, he has never deliberately asked about the previous things. He took Song Xiazhi as his wife for granted, but he suddenly discovered that although theoretically, Song Xiazhi should be his closest person, But in his mind, his impression of her was nothing but blank.

His heart has always been empty.

He also always thought that it was because of the loss of 32 years of memory.

He smiled wryly, remembering that he said to Jing Yu that the past is not important, but the present is important, but when he recalled it, he felt powerless and pale.

Can't remember the past, how to continue now?

In the past two years, except for his work, he has not had the slightest confusion. In fact, his life has been a mess.

It's been messing around, messing around, and I'm used to this kind of chaos.

On the desk, there are several design drafts.

He held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. If these design drafts were sent by someone else, who was the designer?
Why did you send him these design drafts?
He called Su Jingyu, "Hi, Jingyu. Let's meet tomorrow night."

Su Jingyu on the other end was a little flattered, "A busy person would take the initiative to meet me? It's really rare!"

"I have something to ask you."

"See you at the old place."

After Xiao Yan hung up the phone, his eyes fell on those design drafts. For some reason, his intuition told him that these design drafts were closely connected with his past. Since the owner of these design drafts was not Song Xiazhi, who else would it be?

Early the next morning, Qiao Mo was woken up by Luo Luo's series of reminder calls.

"Momo, come to the Charm Bar tonight, I recently fell in love with someone!"

Qiao Mo had a headache, rubbed his temples and asked, "Why do you like someone, why go to a bar?"

She had a rare drink last night. If she went to the bar again tonight, she would inevitably touch some alcohol.

Forgive her.

"The handsome guy I like works as a bartender at Charming Bar!"

Qiao Mo wanted to refuse, "No, I will finalize the draft when I join the job next Monday."

"Are you still my good sister? The draft will only be finalized next Monday, and there are Saturdays and weekends! Why don't you come!"

"Okay, but it's the last time tonight. After tonight, I can't be crazy with you anymore. I have to work."

"Alright alright!"

After eating breakfast, Qiao Mo turned on the computer and looked at the requirements of the electronic contract.

After thinking about the design draft for a while, my mind was full of scenes of the reunion with Xiao Yan last night.

She closed the notebook directly, closed her eyes and rested.

She should have known earlier that as soon as she met him, she would lose all rhythm and proportion.

If one day, she can calmly greet him with a smile, then, on that day, she really doesn't care about him.

She closed her eyes and her phone vibrated.

Caller ID, Huo Xing.

It just so happened that she also wanted to relieve the pressure.

After answering Huo Xing's call, Huo Xing asked, "How does it feel to go back to China?"

Jomo smiled wryly, "Not at all, are you a spy sent by my brother?"

Huo Xing laughed, "My mother recently adopted a child, and she is urging me to get married and have a child every day, so that she can have a grandson as soon as possible."

"Aunt adopted a child?"

"Well, now that the child is by my side, he came to my company and kept calling me daddy, which made me dizzy."

Jomo chuckled, "You are so lucky."

"silent."

"Ok?"

"If you were there, he must have called you mother."

Holding the phone, Qiao Mo was stunned for a long time: "...I have no objection to being that child's godmother."

(End of this chapter)