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

Chapter 117 Do You Miss My Kiss?

Jomo was almost defeated. She fled from the teahouse like a deserter who had been defeated before the battle.

She ran fast, running with all her strength.

That stagnant heart revived after meeting Xiao Yan.

Why……

Why did God arrange for them to meet again?
Why do we have to hurt each other face to face like this?
Jomo knelt down slowly and burst into tears.

Xiao Yan chased after her with long legs, and saw a frail girl squatting on the ground in the vast night, hugging herself helplessly and crying bitterly.

His heart, which had been calm for a long time, was actually a little nervous tonight.

The man stepped forward with long legs wrapped in high-quality black trousers. He stood in front of her and looked down at Qiao Mo.

"Why don't you dare to admit it? You and Jing Yu, what are you hiding from me?"

As soon as Qiao Mo heard Xiao Yan's familiar male voice, he immediately got up and was about to run away.

But a big hand of the man clasped the wrist forcefully, pulled it into his arms, and was tightly shackled.

"Jomo, I want the truth!"

She was in his arms, struggling desperately, beating his shoulders with both hands, "I have nothing to tell you! Mr. Xiao, even if I am Su Jingyu's ex-girlfriend, you shouldn't treat me like this, should you?! Please You respect yourself!"

Xiao Yan didn't let go, but held her tightly in his arms, "Self-respect? Even if I'm a married man, I have the right to find out about my past feelings!"

His voice was stern and cold, with the usual strength and domineering that Qiao Mo was familiar with.

That's right, this is Xiao Yan. Apart from indifference and indifference, he also has an irresistible strength.

This man once gave her the whole world, but single-handedly destroyed that Phantom Qionglou. He gave her the best of the world, and also gave her the worst memories of all her life.

Jomo swallowed his dry throat, as if he was swallowing shards of glass.

"Let go! Xiao Yan! Let go of me!"

Xiao Yan is an equally stubborn person. When he and Qiao Mo are together, no matter right or wrong, only Qiao Mo will always bow his head first.

"Jomer, if you don't explain clearly tonight, don't even think about leaving!"

He didn't know why, he obviously didn't care about the past so much, but tonight, he damn cared.

Qiao Mo was defeated, sobbing sobbing, she had red eyes, grabbed his arm with both hands, and begged him: "Xiao Yan... I beg you... let me go... we have nothing to do with each other... I beg you... let me go..."

Xiao Yan was more sure about the relationship between Qiao Mo and him.

The slender fingers with well-defined knuckles pinched her chin, "There is no relationship anymore? Before that, what kind of relationship did we have?"

Jomo turned his gaze elsewhere, and continued to lie in the lie, "Two years ago, we were boyfriend and girlfriend."

The man's slender and powerful legs approached her, his eyes were deep and narrow, and he examined her sharply like an eagle: "Because of my illness, you left me?"

Qiao Mo's heart skipped a beat, his illness...?
She didn't know, she didn't know at all.

However, she thought of what Su Jingyu said to her in the bathroom, and it was not difficult to guess that Xiao Yan must have a very serious illness.

Otherwise, how could he lose all his memory for 32 years for no reason?

Could it be... brain cancer?
She stared at him blankly, Xiao Yan's eyes were aggressive, his fingers tightened fiercely, and he asked again: "Answer me! Is it because I have brain cancer that you left me?"

Qiao Mo looked up at him steadfastly. This face would turn and turn in front of her eyes, in her mind, and in her heart every night in the dead of night.

Like a silent tug-of-war, only he has the right to stop, she has always been the passive one.

Cold tears slipped into the temples, Qiao Mo slightly parted his lips, and uttered a firm word: "Yes!"

Just treat it as if she failed him, maybe...he won't pester her anymore.

It wasn't until this moment that she realized that she couldn't forget that she loved someone.She loved him so deeply and passionately, like the most mellow brandy, the strong wine pierced through her intestines, burning her body to pieces.

She would rather that he hate her a little, than... because of the hurts in the past, let him be entangled and feel half guilty.

Qiao Mo loves someone like this, so hot, as if he will burn himself in the next second.

When it comes to falling in love with Xiao Yan, what she will never learn is that enough is enough. Two years ago, she jumped at the flames of this one-man show, and two years later, she is still the same.

"Xiao Yan, we're done. Everyone has everyone's ambitions. When you got brain cancer, I couldn't be by the side of a precarious person. Even... I'm sorry for you."

Xiao Yan held her arm tightly, and gradually loosened his grip in a lonely way.

The corners of his thin lips were pursed deeply. When Qiao Mo turned to leave, he said in a cold voice, "Where do you live? I'll take you back."

It's so late, there is no taxi here at all.

Qiao Mo raised her head slightly, stubbornly not wanting to let the tears fall, and there was even a decent smile on the corner of her lips, "No, I'm very close to here, just walk back."

Xiao Yan put his hands back into the pockets of his suit trousers, his eyes were calm for a moment, and he kept his emotions hidden, "Get in the car, I still have something to ask you."

His tone was very light, but there was an air of irresistibility.

Jomo was very tired, she really didn't want to argue with him anymore, so she obediently got into the car.

However, when she subconsciously walked up to the co-pilot and was about to open the door, she suddenly realized that the co-pilot position no longer belonged to her.

She withdrew her hand, clenched her fingers tightly, and buried her head in the back seat.

Xiao Yan's strong observation ability naturally discovered this scene.

He still didn't believe that their relationship was just that of ordinary boyfriend and girlfriend.

If it's so common that it's not worth mentioning, why is everyone hiding Jomo's existence?
And Qiao Mo was trying to restrain herself, but she still didn't want to tell the truth.

While driving, Xiao Yan glanced at her in the rearview mirror, and said calmly, "Where do you live?"

Jomo reported the address of the hotel, then looked out the window in the dark night.

"You just returned to Haicheng?"

Su Jingyu's unconscious sentence "Qiao Mo is back", as shrewd as Xiao Yan, how could he not think that she must have just returned to Haicheng from another place or abroad?
Qiao Mo lowered his eyes slightly, focusing on the clenched fingers on his legs, "Yes."

Xiao Yan asked calmly, "Where have you been these two years?"

"New York, I'm in New York."

"You left me at the beginning because my brain cancer relapsed. Are you afraid of being with someone who is precarious?"

Jomer pinched his fingertips hard into his palm, numb from the pain, "Yes, we are just an ordinary relationship between men and women, why should I stay by the side of a person who has already stepped into hell? I am still young, I don't need to You, put my whole youth and life into it."

Xiao Yan sneered, "You are right, I have no right to force you to stay by my side, after all, I was dying at the time."

Qiao Mo could hear his sarcasm, she bit her lips slightly, and never raised her eyes to look at him, "Xiao Yan, I admit that I was sorry for you and left you when you were most difficult. Now, you have a new Couple and family, so, I hope we get together and part ways."

Xiao Yan manipulated the steering wheel with one hand, took out the diamond ring from his trouser pocket with the other, held it in front of Qiao Mo's eyes, and asked coldly, "Is this ring yours?"

A look of astonishment flashed in Qiao Mo's eyes. Two years later, is this ring still well preserved by him?

But...she couldn't admit it.

Ordinary couples do not have such expensive wedding rings.

"It's not mine. Before me, you had other girlfriends. I'm just the most ordinary one when I'm here with you."

"Then why have you been avoiding me? Could it be that you feel guilty for abandoning me back then?"

Jomo bit his lip, "Maybe."

"Your friend, why do you say that I failed you? Jomo, what else are you hiding from me?"

"Luo Luo doesn't understand the situation, she was drunk and talking nonsense."

One lie after another, she tried so hard to fulfill it, but she was afraid that he would see through it immediately with a slight movement.

Only then did Jomo realize that lying requires a lot of courage and perfect acting skills.

After that, Xiao Yan seemed to let her go, he just drove the car and didn't ask her anything else.

In the middle of the night, there was very little traffic, and the road was unimpeded. The black Spyker was speeding on the road like a cheetah.

After arriving at the destination, Jomo got out of the car, "Thank you."

Xiao Yan also got out of the car with her, "I have something else to ask you."

Qiao Mo looked back, but suddenly there was a tall and straight black shadow in front of her eyes. The man's big hands controlled her waist and arms, and fixed her between the car body and the familiar chest.

He lowered his head, and his thin lips landed on her lips, biting and kissing almost like conquering a city.

Jomo was stunned for a moment.

Her whole body was stiff, her eyes widened, and her eyes lost all focus.

The temperature on the lips is obviously so cold, but it is as strong as fire.

It wasn't until his ring finger felt cold that Qiao Mo suddenly regained his composure and pushed the man in front of him away.

And on her ring finger, the diamond ring had already slipped into her finger and caught it firmly.

Xiao Yan stared at her with burning eyes, and affirmed: "This ring belongs to you. The relationship between you and me is definitely not just that of an ordinary couple. Qiao Mo, you can deny it, but I have the ability to do it. Get it all out."

Qiao Mo covered his hot lips, almost suffocating in his heart.

The oxygen in her brain, the oxygen in her lungs seemed to be drained by him.

He snorted coldly, took a step closer with his shiny leather shoes, and looked down at her red and swollen lips, "Just now, when I kissed you, did you miss it?"

Humiliation, spare no effort.

Jomo pushed him away and walked quickly into the hotel.

Xiao Yan stared at the slender figure, and said with a sneer, "Qiao Mo, I won't let you go so easily."

Now that the past was before him, there was no reason for him not to find out.

After returning to Xiao's villa, a light was still on in the upstairs bedroom.

Song Xiazhi was still waiting for him.

Xiao Yan's steps were heavy, just like his mood.

He pushed open the bedroom door, and saw the woman who was leaning against the bed and waiting for him to fall asleep.

In his most difficult time, she still stayed by his side, teaching him such trivial things as tying shoelaces.

Xiao Yan has a lot of gratitude to Song Xiazhi, even if he doesn't have love.

The big hand stroked her hair gently, but woke her up.

Song Xiazhi took his hand and pressed it against his cheek, "Brother Xiao, you're back."

Xiao Yan withdrew his hand calmly, turned around and pulled off his tie, and asked without a trace of emotion: "Qiao Mo is my ex-girlfriend, why did you hide it from me?"

(End of this chapter)