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

Chapter 129 Locked in the Freezer!

The main venue of the charity dinner.

Song Xiazhi stayed in the main venue for a long time, and waited for Xiao Yan for a long time but did not see him come back.

She frowned and called Xiao Yan.

But on the other end of the phone, it showed that the other party was temporarily unable to answer.

Song Xiazhi walked out of the main venue with his mobile phone in his hand, and asked the male waiter to search in the men's restroom, but he couldn't find it.

The restroom, side hall, lobby... There was no sign of Xiao Yan at all.

The male waiter reminded her: "Mrs. Xiao, now I have searched everywhere except the kitchen. Did Mr. Xiao feel unwell and left early?"

"Will not."

Brother Xiao is in good spirits tonight, so there shouldn't be any discomfort, not to mention she is still at the dinner party, how could he leave her alone and leave early?
"I'll just go to the kitchen and have a look by myself."

The male waiter nodded and left.

Song Xiazhi walked to the door of the kitchen, and suddenly saw a button dropped on the ground.

This button is somewhat familiar, she has seen it before today.

Turning his mind, he suddenly remembered that the coat Qiao Mo wore today had buttons of this style.

Jomo...?
How did she come to the kitchen?

As soon as Song Xiazhi pushed open the door of the back kitchen, she found that it was dark inside. She stood at the door, hesitating for a long time whether to go in or not.

She entered the kitchen with the flashlight of her mobile phone. While looking for the light switch in the kitchen, she tentatively called a few times: "Sister Qiao? Sister Qiao? Are you in?"

No sound came back to her.

After Song Xiazhi turned on the light in the back kitchen, the dark back kitchen suddenly became bright.

In the kitchen, there was no one there.

Song Xiazhi was about to leave, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw an inch of dress fabric sandwiched between the door of the refrigerator.

And the style and color of the fabric is exactly the dress Qiao Mo is wearing.

She was startled, staring at the milky white cloth, could it be...

Could it be that Joe Mo was locked in the refrigerator?

Her horrified eyes fell on the lock outside the refrigerator again.

If... Qiao Mo freezes to death in the refrigerator, no one would think that it was her doing it...

With trembling fingers, she grasped the lock outside the refrigerator and locked it firmly.

Then he lowered his head and quickly left the kitchen.

In the cold room, Qiao Mo was exhausted. Xiao Yan was about to open the door to go out, but when he pulled the doorknob of the cold room, he found that the cold room had been locked from the outside.

He tugged hard, but the heavy refrigerator door did not budge.

Qiao Mo was almost frozen to death, she leaned against Xiao Yan's arms, her whole body was cold, without any warmth.

Xiao Yan hugged her, sat on the side, took off his coat, and wrapped it around her.

His hand, holding her cold red hand, rubbed back and forth vigorously.

His hand was also not warm at all, but when he touched her fingers, Qiao Mo felt a little warmth.

Her consciousness was a little fuzzy, she fell into his arms, and asked with a smile: "For forcing me to ask these irrelevant questions... Both of us are trapped here waiting to die... Xiao Yan, do you think it's worth it? Do you regret it?"

Xiao Yan hugged her tightly, and he whispered in her ear, "It's worth it! Qiao Mo, don't sleep! Do you hear me?"

Xiao Yan took out his mobile phone from his pocket, the cold room was sealed and there was no signal, and he couldn't make a call no matter what.

Qiao Mo closed her eyes and gently wrapped her weak arms around his neck. She leaned against his neck and smiled softly: "Actually, if you just die like this...it's not bad."

At least, after she died, she would no longer feel pain because of this person. In the dead of night, her tears couldn't stop overflowing.

At least, they can die together and stay together, and no one can separate them.

Xiao Yan ordered the woman in his arms who was about to pass out, "Qiao Mo, I warn you, don't sleep!"

Qiao Mo slowly opened her eyes, her eyelashes were stained with stars and frost, her eyes looked at his rolling Adam's apple, and the corners of her lips smiled slightly, "Didn't you ask me, what is the relationship between us two years ago?" How deep? I'll tell you now..."

Xiao Yan paused, he looked at the person in his arms, saw her frozen white lips, slightly fluttered and said, "I've never... never been sure how you feel about me...but I'm sure... My only pride in front of you is that I love you more than you love me."

The three words "I love you" are actually very pale, so pale that Xiao Yan felt that there was no need to say them two years ago.

But how could he understand how much Jomo cared?

She was sleeping in his arms, Xiao Yan patted her cheek, "Joe Mo, wake up! Wake up!"

Qiao Mo regained a little bit of consciousness again, she was held tightly in Xiao Yan's arms suddenly, his arms were tightened tightly, as if he wanted to strangle her into his flesh and blood.

"Jomer, don't sleep, don't sleep! Do you hear me!"

Jomo slowly stretched out his hand with great effort, and hugged his straight back.

She said softly, "Ayan, you've lost weight."

Xiao Yan gritted his teeth, because of this faint sentence, his eyes turned foggy.

"Jomer, talk to me, don't sleep! Tell me everything that happened between us two years ago!"

She sniffed, her heart was sore, and she choked up and asked, "Ayan... are you really because of Song... Song Xiazhi's child... don't want mine?"

He doesn't want the child in her womb, but he wants the child in Song Xiazhi's womb, is that true?
Even after two years, Jomo still stubbornly didn't believe it.

Jomo's consciousness was getting weaker and weaker. She closed her eyes, only feeling that her eyelids were heavy, and she couldn't hold them anymore.

Xiao Yan patted her cheek, "Qiao Mo, wake up! What are you talking about? Wake up!"

Two years ago, how could there be his child in Song Xiazhi's stomach?

Xiao Yan held her hand, and the wedding ring on the ring finger was almost hot in his palm.

The heart that had been calm for two years finally broke out completely at this moment.

He wants Jomo!

No matter what the price is, he wants Jomo!
He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Jomo, listen carefully, no matter what is between us, after we get out of here, I will never let go!"

What Song Xiazhi, what child, at this moment, he really didn't want anything.

He only wants this woman in his arms, fine.

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After Huo Xing smoked cigarettes for half an hour under the JK building, he finally couldn't hold back, got into the car, and quickly started the car.

The black Cayenne runs fast under the neon lights.

Car, all the way to the Hilton Hotel.

Xiao's charity dinner was held at the Hilton Hotel, and at this moment, Qiao Mo was with Xiao Yan.

Huo Xing thought that he could magnanimously let Qiao Mo face the past and face Xiao Yan.

But now he realizes that he can't do it!

Facing the woman I love, I don't need any generosity or understanding!
The only way to be safe is to hold her tightly in your arms.

He called Qiao Mo countless times, but he couldn't get through.

When he arrived at the Hilton Hotel, Huo Xing strode towards the main venue.

But he searched around, but couldn't find Qiao Mo's shadow, not even Xiao Yan.

Where did the two of them go?
Huo Xing went directly to the monitoring room and found that Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo had entered the kitchen one after another. Before he could continue watching, he immediately ran to the back kitchen.

But in the back kitchen, except for the refrigerator, which was not opened, there was no one else.

Huo Xing's sharp eyes fell on the locked lock of the refrigerator.

Faintly feeling that something was wrong, he stretched out his hand, unlocked it, and suddenly opened the door of the refrigerator...

In the refrigerator, Xiao Yan lowered his head and kissed Qiao Mo's lips.

When Xiao Yan raised his head, he stared at Huo Xing, the corners of his thinned lips tugged, revealing a faint smile.

Huo Xing stood outside the refrigerator, stunned for a few seconds, then strode in immediately, pushed Xiao Yan away, and picked up the unconscious Qiao Mo.

"What did you do to her?! Xiao Yan, I warn you, don't get close to Qiao Mo!"

In the cold room, Xiao Yan, who had been locked for several hours, kept warm for Qiao Mo. No matter how strong his body was, he was exhausted.

He was pushed to the ground by Huo Xing and sank into a semi-comatose state.

But Huo Xing didn't care about Xiao Yan's life at all, he hugged Qiao Mo who was unconscious, and rushed to the hospital immediately.

Late at night, hospital.

When Jomo woke up, it was already early morning.

Huo Xing sat by the bed and kept watching over her.

Qiao Mo was stiff all over. When she woke up, she looked at Huo Xing beside her, and the first thing she asked was: "Where is Xiao Yan? How is he?"

Huo Xing frowned, stretched out his hand to stroke her hair, and said with some dissatisfaction: "He made you like this, what are you going to do with him? The doctor said your body is weak..."

Before Huo Xing could finish his words, Qiao Mo's eyes were already empty and he was dazed.

He paused, adjusted the bed for her, let her lean on it, and asked in a gentle voice, "Are you hungry? I'll go buy you something to eat?"

Qiao Mo shook his head absently, "I don't want to eat."

"Mo, I really don't understand, what's so good about that Xiao Yan? He hurt you so much, you can't forget him for so long, and you are frozen like this, the first thing you think of is him! Even...for him, you and I lied! Mo, can you be sober? It is impossible for you to talk to him!"

Huo Xing bent slightly, put his hands on her slender and thin shoulders, shook her slightly, and shattered her dream every word.

Xiao Yan was her dream, it was in the past, it is now, she has never woken up.

As long as she wakes up a little bit, she won't be what she is now, and she won't suffer from depression.

Qiao Mo stared blankly at Huo Xing's amber eyes.

Suddenly, Qiao Mo suddenly pushed him away, grabbed his hair and yelled loudly: "I know I can't do it with him! I'm sober! Xiao Yan forced me! All of you are forcing me! I can't forget Drop! I won't forget! I'm just a bitch! I just love him! You go! Go away!"

The meridians in Qiao Mohou's neck were clear. She hugged herself tightly like a wounded little hedgehog. After venting, she let out a deep breath, feeling weak and weak all over.

Huo Xing was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward and hugged her tightly again.

Huo Xing knew very well about Qiao Mo's emotional outburst and state. The suppressed depression must have worsened again.

Irritability and depression are all because of Xiao Yan.

He whispered softly: "Mo, I'm sorry, I shouldn't blame you, I shouldn't force you..."

Jomo was in his arms, crying and trembling, "Huo Xing, we don't want to get married anymore..."

She was a patient, and a patient with other men in her heart.

"Why not? Your illness, I don't think it's a burden. Depression is very common in foreign countries. Only Chinese people think it's scary. With me here, don't be afraid."

Jomo held his head, feeling like he was going to explode.

Huo Xing's big hand patted her on the back and comforted her: "Remember what I told you, my mother adopted a Chinese child? My mother sent him here yesterday, I think you will definitely I like him very much, Mo, marrying me will not make you any burden, if you think having a child will remind you of bad memories, then we will not. We will adopt this child. Mo, you know, I have never Don't feel like you're a burden, to me you're a gift. So don't turn me down, okay?"

(End of this chapter)