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

Chapter 122 It's Nice to Meet You
Song Xiazhi walked up to Xiao Yan, wrapped her slender and white lotus root arms around Xiao Yan's neck, stood close to his side, and said in a soft voice: "Brother Xiao, sister Qiao is getting married, we are hers in Haicheng Family, when she gets married, shall we also send a congratulatory gift?"

Xiao Yan was sitting on a mahogany chair with his laptop turned on and working.

Song Xiazhi stuck him very close, and looked down at Xiao Yan with a smile.

Before Xiao Yan had time to digest the news, his eyes froze for a moment.

Seeing that he was absent-minded, Song Xiazhi gently shook his neck with his arm, calling him softly: "Brother Xiao, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I still have some documents to process, you go and rest first."

Song Xiazhi nodded obediently, "Then don't work too late."

"Ah."

When Song Xiazhi walked to the door of the study, Xiao Yan's attention seemed to return to his work.

And Song Xiazhi looked back, looked at the man's handsome face, and sighed softly.

Brother Xiao was not completely indifferent when he heard the news that Qiao Mo was going to get married.

He still cared, noticed, and didn't notice at all, just now on the keyboard, he typed a string of letters that had no logic at all.

Even he himself didn't realize it.

"Brother Xiao." She turned around suddenly and called out to him.

Xiao Yan raised his eyes slightly, "Huh? What's wrong?"

"I know it's wrong for me to go to Sister Qiao today, but I really just want to find out about the fact that she left without saying goodbye two years ago. Although I am very concerned and jealous, I know that brother Xiao will not abandon me I don't care about the baby in my belly."

She smiled slightly, reaching out to caress her belly.

"I will not abandon my wife because of an irrelevant pro-girlfriend."

Xiao Yan's voice was devoid of any emotion.

But Song Xiazhi felt extremely at ease.

She knew that brother Xiao was not a person who made promises easily, but as long as he made promises, he would not break his promises easily.

"Brother Xiao, your words are enough. No matter what happens to you or what you become, my baby and I... will never leave you."

She reminded him over and over again that Jomer left at the beginning.

After Song Xiazhi returned to the bedroom, Xiao Yan rubbed his painful temples.

The mobile phone is at hand.

He took a cold look, picked up the phone, and looked at Qiao Mo in the communication. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to call and ask her if she really didn't have any feelings for him when she left without saying goodbye.

Xiao Yan is a person who does not easily vent his anger, but for some reason, since Qiao Mo returned to China, his emotions have been repeatedly affected, causing waves of turmoil in his heart.

At that time, the Hilton Hotel.

Jomo and Huo Xing had a video call.

Huo Xing looked at the haggard Qiao Mo in the video, frowned and asked, "Have you stayed up late to catch up on the manuscript?"

Jomo laughed. If she had really worked so hard, maybe she wouldn't be thinking so wildly now.

"No, it's just for a while, and the jet lag hasn't been reversed."

But only she knew what was causing her insomnia.

How shrewd and delicate Huo Xing's mind is, he naturally would not expose her lame lies, but slowly said: "Mo, if you really can't bear it, just tell me, sharing the pain with another person can relieve it. half."

Qiao Mo held the mobile phone in one hand, videoed with Huo Xing, hugged his knees with the other hand, and smiled weakly, "I can hold on. After returning to Haicheng, I know everything I should know, and I shouldn't know, I also know."

"When you want to tell me, I'm willing to be your trash can."

During the two years when Huo Xing and Qiao Mo were dating, she never formally told Huo Xing about Xiao Yan, nor did she mention to her face what happened two years ago.

Qiao Mo didn't know if Feng Che had mentioned it to Huo Xing, but she pursed her lips and said suddenly, "Actually, there's nothing we can't say."

Huo Xing was a little surprised. He never thought that one day, Jomo would be willing to talk about the person in her heart.

The man she had loved for so long, and even today she couldn't let go of, the man who hurt her and made her suffer from depression.

"After I returned to Haicheng, I suddenly realized that everything here had changed. I was the only one, holding on to old memories. Huo Xing, you know? He has a wife and a child. And... he has completely forgot about me."

Huo Xing frowned, a little puzzled, "Forget it completely?"

"Well, to be precise, all his memories of the past 32 years have been cleared. I heard from others that he suffered from brain cancer two years ago. After the operation, he can't remember anything. Even small things like eating, drinking, and tying shoelaces are practiced little by little. But the person who accompanied him through those difficult times was not me..."

Jomo buried his face in his knees and took a deep breath.

Huo Xing was a little shocked. He didn't expect that things would be so different.

"Mo, these are not your fault. It's good fortune to make people, you are destined to be separated from him, and we are destined to meet."

Jomo raised his haggard cheeks from his knees, and smiled wryly, but with a hint of happiness, "Huo Xing, it's great to meet you."

"But I think it's my pleasure to meet you."

When a person suddenly appears in your life, she seems to be able to fill all the vacancies in your past life, and you feel that you must have her, this person should be true love.

Huo Xing likes Qiao Mo, loves Qiao Mo, and wants to marry her as his wife and take good care of her for the rest of his life.

Qiao Mo pursed his lips, stared blankly at Huo Xing in the video, and asked word by word: "Huo Xing, do you really want to marry me?"

She may be a burden, a burden he cannot bear.

"Why not? You finally agreed to my marriage proposal. Since you have already agreed, you are not allowed to go back on your word. The goods have been sold, and there is no room for regret."

Qiao Mo laughed and said bitterly: "But what you want, I may not be able to give you in my life. I don't want to say that you deserve better people. I know that not only will you not understand, but you will also feel that I have abandoned you. You. But what I'm going to tell you, I might really..."

Before she finished speaking, Huo Xing had already interrupted her, "Mo, I want to marry you, it's a thoughtful plan, not a whim. I'm not a kid in my 20s, so Don't worry, I'm serious."

"Huo Xing, thank you."

……

In the early morning of the next day, Haicheng's winter was covered with a white navel, and the shimmering light passed through the glass windows of the hotel and fell softly on the floor.

Jomo got up, washed, put on makeup, and had breakfast.

Carrying the bag, I went downstairs to go to work.

Just as she went downstairs and was about to reach out to hail a taxi, the cell phone in her bag suddenly rang.

Caller ID, Huo Xing.

Strange, why did Huo Xing call her at this time?

Qiao Mo frowned and answered, "Hey, Huo Xing, why are you calling me at this hour? I'm going to work."

Huo Xing on the other end said with a tired and hoarse voice, "Mo, I miss you."

Qiao Mo was taken aback, Huo Xing actually didn't often say these love words, she was a little uncomfortable, took a deep breath and said: "Yes, I know."

"Mo, I was thinking just now, if I said I miss you, how would you answer."

Jomo laughed, "What about the result? Did you guess right?"

"of course."

"Okay, I won't quarrel with you anymore, I really have to go to work."

Huo Xing at the other end suddenly became serious, "Mo, turn back."

Jomo held the phone and turned around in confusion.

In the morning light, Huo Xing stood under a golden light, his whole body was soft, he was holding his mobile phone, smiling at her with a pure smile, like a 17-year-old boy.

Jomo could hardly believe his eyes.

"Huo Xing..."

How could he be here?

Obviously, last night, he was still in New York, wasn't he?
Huo Xing opened his arms, stood not far away under the morning light, and said with a grin: "Why did you just see me with such a dazed expression? Shouldn't you rush into my arms and let me give you a good hug?"

Jomo's heart was suddenly filled.

It doesn't matter whether you love or not, when a person comes to you across thousands of mountains and rivers, travels and travels, and opens his arms to you, it's hard for you not to move.

Jomo ran over and immediately hugged Huo Xing.

Huo Xing hugged his arms full, and sighed with satisfaction.

"Ruanxiang is in my arms. At this moment, I realize that everything is worthwhile flying to you on the night flight."

Huo Xing hugged Jomo tightly.

Qiao Mo was moved, his eyes were moist, "Weren't you still in New York last night? Why are you acting like a child?"

Huo Xingfu reached her ear and whispered softly: "After meeting you, I found that I would do a lot of childish things. I have never done these things before. Proposing marriage in a high-profile way in People's Square, where people come and go, would This is not my style. It is the first time for me to meet someone impulsively like this. Jomo, I am a very calm person, but after meeting you, I have done many childish and impulsive things, but I think it is worth it. "

Qiao Mo lay in Huo Xing's arms, choking slightly.

"Miss Qiao, I really miss you..."

Jomo nodded desperately in his arms, "I know, I know..."

Not only did he miss her, but he was also afraid that she would be snatched away by another man.

However, he was the one who encouraged her to go back to the country and face the past, but he would worry about this and that in contradiction.

It's so good, at this moment, she is in his arms, and she belongs to him...

In the Spyker car not far away, Xiao Yan watched this scene from afar, with cold eyes.

He held a few design drafts in his hand, which he had found in Xiao's villa.

He had compared the design drawings inside with others, and it was from Jolin Mo's hands.

And the men's coats in the design drawings are all his size.

He still wondered, would a woman who was so caring enough to remember all his sizes and draw the design drafts for him with such care, really leave without saying goodbye because he had brain cancer?
He also really wanted to ask her if she had any feelings for him when she drew these design drafts.

Song Xiazhi said that she was getting married, so the man holding her now is her fiance?
For some reason, Xiao Yan only felt that this scene was extremely dazzling.

He made a phone call to Su Jingyu.

"Jing Yu, I want to know everything about the past between me and Qiao Mo."

Su Jingyu on the other side paused slightly, "Ayan, why do you just not understand? Knowing the past will not do you any good. It is impossible for you and Qiao Mo to be together again."

Xiao Yan's eyes were deep and cold, and his thin lips said word by word: "I decide whether to be together or not, not what you all say to be nice to me and hide everything from me."

"What do you know?" Su Jingyu asked.

Xiao Yan took a deep breath, "I must at least find out the whole story of this matter."

"Okay then, I'll wait for you at the same place tonight."

Xiao Yan refused, "No, right now."

(End of this chapter)