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

Chapter 128 The Crazy Beast Devoured Her

In the main venue of the charity dinner, cups and cups were mixed together. Jomo hadn't participated in such a large public banquet for a long time, so it was inevitable that he couldn't get used to it.

The weather in Haicheng in December was bitterly cold, and after coming out of the main venue, the cold wind in the aisle pierced to the bone.

Qiao Mo gathered the overcoat on his body, but still shivered.

Under the loose cashmere coat, there was only a thin evening dress, and below her knees, she was completely exposed in the cold air, and her sweat pores stood up one by one.

The high heels on the feet stepped on the red carpet in the closed corridor, and there was only a slight rustling sound.

The cell phone in his hand rang, and it was Huo Xing's call.

Qiao Mo was startled, and thought for a while before picking up the phone.

It was her fault that it was her fault that it was concealed that Huo Xing came to attend Xiao's charity dinner. She was already guilty, but now, when she heard Huo Xing's voice, she felt even more guilty.

"Mo, are you still working?"

Qiao Mo pursed his lips, "Well, work is almost over, and I'm going to have a party with my colleagues soon."

"The dinner party is over, when you get home, remember to call me."

"Okay, Huo Xing..."

Jomo suddenly stopped the man on the other end of the phone.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Qiao Mo paused, and swallowed what he wanted to confess, "It's nothing, I just want to ask you, have you had dinner yet?"

"No." Huo Xing teased, "Why, do you want to send me a love dinner?"

Qiao Mo bit his lips slightly, and clenched the phone with his fingers, "Okay, I'm at the place where I have dinner, and I'll ask the kitchen to pack a copy, and I'll send it to you after my dinner is over."

Huo Xing was flattered. He was silent for a long time on the other end of the phone. After a while, he smiled slightly, as if he finally got a little reward, "Mo, I never thought that you would take the initiative to care about my life , even if it takes a long time to untie your knot, but I will accompany you."

In the past two years, Qiao Mo has been living in her own world. No matter how good Huo Xing is and how much he has paid for her, even if she sees it, she has no time to take care of it.

The guilt in Qiao Mo's heart magnified little by little, and he lowered his eyes and said softly: "Huo Xing, I'm really sorry for delaying you for so long, in the future..."

"What is delay? If you are with someone you don't love, then you will be delayed. I am willing to be with you, and there is no delay."

Jomo nodded, "Then I'll hang up. I'll go to the hotel kitchen to see if there is anything I can pack back."

"Ok, I will wait for you."

At this time, downstairs of JK International Design Company, a black Cayenne was parked by the side of the road. A tall and tall man was leaning against the black Cayenne. He held a cigarette between his fingers and looked at the building with all the lights out. , took a deep puff of the cigarette, and while puffing out the clouds, his eyes narrowed slightly.

This is the first time Jomo has lied to him.

He called JK Design Director, "Hi, Director Li, I'm Huo Xing."

"Hello, Mr. Huo, what's your order?"

"Is there a dinner in your company tonight?"

Director Li was at a loss, "No, but a few designers who participated in Xiao's charity design draft went to the dinner. Jolin also went."

Huo Xing hung up the phone and twisted the scarlet cigarette butt between his fingers.

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Hilton Hotel, charity dinner.

Xiao Yan followed Qiao Mo and saw her holding her mobile phone and walking towards the hotel kitchen.

He changed his pace and arrived at the kitchen ahead of schedule through another passage.

At this time, the chefs in the kitchen were cooking and preparing side dishes for the main venue.

Among them, the chef saw Xiao Yan and hurried over to ask, "Mr. Xiao, why are you in the kitchen? Do you have any orders?"

Xiao Yan spoke lightly and asked, "How's the preparation going?"

"Almost everything is ready, there are only a few side dishes left."

"Then get off work first, and leave it to me here."

The chef was taken aback, "Then the remaining dishes..."

Xiao Yan's expression remained calm, the chef was taken aback, so he clapped his hands and said to the chefs in the kitchen who were preparing the side dishes: "You guys get off work first today! You don't need to prepare the rest!"

The guys were naturally happy when they heard the sentence of leaving get off work early, put down the cooking tools in their hands, and dispersed from the kitchen.

Xiao Yan was the only one left in the kitchen, and he had to ask about some things tonight.

Although two years later, she didn't have much contact with Qiao Mo and didn't know him too well, but Qiao Mo's stubbornness, if she didn't force her, it was impossible for her to be willing to confide in her heart.

On the other side, Jomo walked from the main venue of the charity dinner to the back kitchen of the hotel alone.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, she found that the kitchen was empty.

Strange, are the chefs off work at this time?
But the charity dinner at the main venue has just begun...

Jomo took a look, and there was indeed no one in the kitchen, so he turned around and was about to leave the kitchen.

Suddenly, the lights in the kitchen went out instantly, and there was no light in the closed and crowded space.

Qiao Mo panicked, thinking that she had tripped, she raised her legs and was about to leave quickly. A series of hurried steps came up behind her, and a gust of wind blew her wrists tightly.

Jomer was frightened and let out a low voice: "Hello!"

But in the next second, her body fell into a familiar warm embrace.

Such a familiar smell, the faint smell of tobacco, mixed with the cold scent of amber, rushed towards his face. At that moment, Qiao Mo almost wanted to cry.

She wanted to cry, but she didn't know if it was because she was a little more frightened, or because of the man who was holding her at the moment, she knew exactly who it was.

Her hands tightly clutched his sleeves, and she buried her head in the man's chest, barely daring to raise her head.

She bit her lips tightly, only to hear a clear and cool male voice above her head, without much emotion.

"scared?"

His slender and powerful hands clasped the back of her head, looking down at her little hairy head.

Jomo held back his sobs in his arms and shook his head desperately.

Her fingers gripped the sleeves of his coat so hard that it almost formed countless folds. She took a deep breath and pushed him away heavily.

"If this is your prank, then let it go to the end!"

Qiao Mo turned around and was about to leave, but was hugged tightly by Xiao Yan again from behind.

"Jomer, why did you show up?"

His scorching breath sprayed against her ears and in the crest of her neck.

The tears in Qiao Mo's eyes finally fell down and hit the back of Xiao Yan's hand that was around her waist.

Xiao Yan's lips began to roam unscrupulously in her ears, his voice was hoarse and obsessed, "Crying? Reluctant? Or wronged?"

Jomo struggled hard, her whole back was shaking in his arms, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free from him.

"I also often think about why I reappeared in front of you, and I also think about why I returned to Haicheng from New York. Maybe all the decisions I made were wrong! I shouldn't come back, I shouldn't show up in front of you!"

Xiao Yan bit her earlobe, the tip of his tongue was scalding, making Qiao Mo tremble.

"But you showed up and told me how much I loved you two years ago. Even if I forgot 32 years of my life and you reappeared in front of me, my heart is still moved."

Jomo choked on the sound of crying.

She bit her lip in a daze, shook her head and said, "I don't know...Xiao Yan...don't ask me..."

"I want to know, Jomo, you have appeared, and you are responsible for our past!"

Jomo's body lightened, and he carried him on his shoulders.

Jomo didn't know what he was going to do, and he was terrified.

Patted him with hands and feet, "Hey! What are you going to do? Let me go! Xiao Yan, you are crazy!"

Xiao Yan carried the little girl on his shoulders and strode towards the freezer.

The temperature around Qiao Mo's body suddenly turned cold, and she shivered. Even though she couldn't see the surrounding environment, she still felt something was wrong.

"Xiao Yan! What are you going to do!"

"boom--"

With a heavy bang, Xiao Yan slammed the heavy refrigerator door shut.

He put Jomo down and pressed her against the wall. In the dim light, his sharp and narrow eyes were fixed on her pale face and wet eyes.

"Jomo, I don't have that much time to spend with you. This is the cold storage room. You'd better answer every question I ask you as quickly as possible. Don't try to deceive me. Your acting skills are not very good! "

Qiao Mo's body was thin, and Xiao Yan didn't wear much. If they stayed in the freezer at minus [-] degrees for a long time, they would definitely freeze into ice cubes soon.

Xiao Yan pressed Qiao Mo against the door panel against her body, his black eyes were colder than the frost in the refrigerator, "Let me ask you, how deep was our relationship two years ago?"

Because of attending the dinner, Qiao Mo wore too little clothes. Her two slender legs were exposed to the cold air, and every pore of her hair seemed to have cold air getting in.

Her voice trembled slightly because of choking and coldness: "Is it so important whether our relationship was good or not two years ago?"

Xiao Yan's deep eyebrows frowned into the word "Chuan". He wrapped his arms around her body with one hand and pressed the door panel with the other, and suddenly slapped her hard.

He seemed extremely irritable and impatient, and his voice was extremely cold, "You don't need to answer, but at this rate, we will freeze into ice cubes soon!"

Jomo leaned against the door panel, closed his eyes, and the warm tears, because of the overly cold air, had already cooled down when he slid to his temples.

She choked slightly: "I love you, but you don't love me, two years ago, and now even more... Xiao Yan, how much I loved you before, and now I am afraid to be with you. As long as I see you , as soon as I'm with you, I'll think of...the things you hurt me two years ago..."

Xiao Yan's hand was clenched into a livid fist. He looked at her and asked word by word: "Qiao Mo, there were two children between us, how did we lose them?"

Jomo just felt the pain, the painful and mottled memories, like a crazy beast, almost swallowed her little one.

"Xiao Yan... just let me go!"

If it wasn't for the strength in her waist, Qiao Mo would have slumped off the door and fell to the ground. Her emotions were piling up little by little, and she was almost about to explode.

When she was in New York, the doctor said that her depression had actually reached the level of suicidal tendencies. Many times, when she thought of Xiao Yan, every inch of her body hurt, and the pain was so painful that she was heartbroken.It's not like she didn't have the idea of ​​suicide.

"Don't force me anymore..."

Her voice was weak.

Xiao Yan sensed something was wrong with her, pinched her chin with his slender fingers, but still asked: "Is it because of me that you returned to Haicheng this time?"

Yes, it was because of him that he left Haicheng, and it was still because of him that he returned to Haicheng.

He is her heart disease, which has not healed for a long time, rotted in her heart, and hurts more and more.

Why did time and Xinhuan not only have no tendency to heal her, but also made her feel even more painful after seeing Xiao Yan?

(End of this chapter)