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

Chapter 137 Turning point, sharing the same bed
Xiao Yan's tone was very calm, and he said such shameless words very calmly.

Jomo felt that the atmosphere between them suddenly became very weird. They had never joked like this before. Besides, shouldn't they be talking about divorce in great pain and sorrow at this time?Why did it suddenly become so easy?

"Xiao Yan, what are you doing in Swiss Mountain?"

She stared at his stern profile and asked word by word.

Xiao Yan's voice was slightly hoarse, and he supported her body on the back, and continued to walk into the snow, "Didn't I make it clear? I'm here to chase you."

Qiao Mo choked hard, she never thought that Xiao Yan would confess so frankly, her hands around his neck were tied into a tight knot, she lowered her eyes and said: "It is impossible for us to be together, even if we don't talk about the past The matter, now between us..."

"Now there's Song Xiazhi and a child, isn't it?" He cut off her words and said all the questions.

Qiao Mo was at a loss for words for a while, but he robbed him of his words. He bit his lips and said, "Don't you think so? Even without them, we wouldn't be able to..."

"Because I hurt you too deeply two years ago, you have a shadow, so you suffer from depression?"

Xiao Yan's words were straightforward and powerful, like a sharp blade, piercing hard into her fragile and soft heart.

Qiao Mo frowned and stared at his side face, "Do you feel very proud that a woman has suffered from depression because of you?"

Xiao Yan looked back slightly, and said in a deep tone: "I don't, I just feel sorry for this woman who suffers from depression because of me."

"you……"

Qiao Mo suddenly realized that even after two years, she still couldn't see through Xiao Yan.

But she didn't know that what she couldn't see through was just a hot and awkward sincerity.

She sighed softly, and finally said: "We didn't get divorced two years ago, since you came to see me today, let's talk about it. Xiao Yan, I plan to divorce you when we go back to China. That said, it's not good for you, me, Song Xiazhi, or your and Song Xiazhi's children."

"I came here from Haicheng not to discuss divorce with you."

She didn't answer, and asked again: "Xiao Yan, what exactly are you willing to divorce?"

All the good atmosphere just now was destroyed, he frowned slightly and said, "You want to get a divorce that much? You should know that divorced women are not popular nowadays."

"What does this have to do with you?"

"I'm thinking about you. Can a second-hand woman find a perfect husband like me?"

Jomo was speechless: "..."

She felt that he was just going around the topic, "Xiao Yan...!"

Before she could speak, he warned coldly: "You'd better not mention this matter again, otherwise, if I get angry, get out, and our lives will be lost."

At this time, Xiao Yan was not quite the same as usual. Tonight she was very sloppy. She had no choice but to resign herself to her fate and hugged his neck tightly. She didn't notice the triumphant smile in someone's eyes. There is also a smirk at the corners of the lips.

When he decided to pursue him from Haicheng to Switzerland, he had already figured everything out. If fate bound him and this woman tightly, then no matter how many detours they took in the middle, it would be fine. In the past, they used strong means to snatch her back.

What Xiao Yan decided was his, so he must have it!

As for Song Xiazhi, as for the child, even if the future is an unsolvable problem, at this moment, he just wants to hug the woman in front of him tightly.

With her on his back, Xiao Yan walked on the snowy ground.

The way back to the hotel is a bit far away.

Qiao Mo lay on his not-so-warm and generous back, and his heart, which had been floating for a long time, suddenly settled down.

She leaned on his back quietly, unable to blow the cold wind in front of her, she just felt so safe.

After being silent for a long time, Xiao Yan suddenly spoke up: "You know, why I came here."

Jomo leaned his ears on his back, and the voice came from his chest, shaking a little.

She also often wonders, can they be together again after going through so many detours?

Feng Che said no, Huo Xing said no, even Xiao Yan's good buddy Su Jingyu said no.

Only Xiao Yan and she didn't believe in fate. After being separated so far, they were still running hard, and re-entangled the two horizontal lines that separated them.

Separation and reunion, in fact, Qiao Mo knew in his heart that no matter how awkward it was, it was just a detour. Sooner or later, they would still be together, but they were both looking for an opportunity.

At least, in her heart, she thought so.

Even... Song Xiazhi has his child, she still loves him.

She suddenly wanted to tell him something he didn't know, "I originally planned to marry Huo Xing."

"Ok, I know."

"But not now."

"Well, because you're still my wife."

Talking nonchalantly, Jomo never thought that one day they would be so frank in front of each other.

Qiao Mo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and wrapped his hand around Xiao Yan's neck, tightly grasping the ring finger that could never be taken off, his voice choked up, "The ring... really took it off I can't come down."

"You see, God doesn't want us to divorce." Xiao Yan paused, and then said, "Jomo, I don't think I hurt you, so I have to let go. On the contrary, I think that the more I hurt you, the more I will let you go." The more I have to make up for you and be with me, the more I can do my best to make up for you."

Qiao Mo closed his eyes tightly, but hot tears still overflowed from his eyes, which became extremely cool in the cold wind.

But the corners of her lips were slightly raised.

——What kind of nonsense is he talking about.

Xiao Yan carried Qiao Mo all the way to the hotel. After putting her down, Qiao Mo was about to take off his shoes to check his injuries, and then looked up at him. He was sitting on a chair beside him, showing no intention of leaving.

Qiao Mo frowned, and issued an order to evict the guest: "You can go."

Xiao Yan didn't move, just sat there like an old man, completely motionless, and replied coldly: "I kindly carried you back, and you treat your savior like this?"

"……What do you want?"

Qiao Mo has always been unable to do anything about him, and now that he is begging for nothing, she has nothing to do.

Xiao Yan got up, walked to the bed, and laid down on the only single bed in this room.

Qiao Mo frowned even deeper, he couldn't get out of breath, and asked, "Hey, you sleep here, where should I go?"

When she was unprepared, he suddenly pulled her into his arms. She was unsteady and fell onto the bed. He closed his eyes and didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, he held her tightly in his arms, "Do whatever you want!" It's over, what's wrong with sleeping in a bed?"

She was still struggling at first, but after hearing this, she felt that she was hypocritical. They are husband and wife, so what can they do if they sleep together?
It's just that their current relationship is not a normal couple, but no matter how awkward it is, it seems too hypocritical.

He seemed a little sleepy, she patted him, "I'm going to take a shower, let me go."

He opened his eyes and glanced at her, let her go, glanced at her feet a few times, "Are you sure you can still take a shower like this?"

"..." It seems impossible.

He patted his thigh, "Put your feet up."

She was taken aback, not understanding what he was going to do, he already frowned and said impatiently: "Put it up."

Jomo slowly put his feet on his lap, he took off her shoes and socks, held her slender white ankle with his warm palm, and squeezed it hard, she seemed to hear the sound of bones, and gasped. After taking a breath, his expression was focused and serious, and there was no emotion in his voice, "be patient."

In just a little while, he put her feet down, "Go and see."

She stepped directly on the slippers in the bedroom, and the injured foot fell to the ground, and she was able to walk. Although it still hurt a little, it was not as severe as before.

Xiao Yan usually looks like a dandy from a family, but he didn't expect that he could heal foot injuries. He seemed to see her doubts, so he said to himself, "I have learned some techniques in the past two years."

Qiao Mo came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. Xiao Yan had already fallen asleep on the bed with all her clothes on. She lay on the bed and could see his face when she turned her head slightly. The single bed was too small, and there was only one quilt. Unable to move, she looked at his sleeping face, without the usual sharpness and coldness, all vigor faded away, and she had no defense at all.

It's rare to see him so sleepy, is it because of jet lag?

When he rushed over, he looked dusty, and even his coat was a little wrinkled.

On weekdays, he dresses well, and he must not allow himself to be so sloppy.

Just as she was about to turn her back, he had already snorted, and stretched out his hand to wrap her in his arms, with skillful and natural movements.

She didn't dare to move, so she simply let him hold her.

The snow in the Swiss mountains, against which the room was bright, the man beside her was in a deep sleep, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

There are some things that she doesn't dare to think deeply about, nor will she think deeply about them.

For example, why did this man appear here without warning.

And why, they had clearly agreed not to be together, yet now they hug each other like this, as if deeply in love.

Qiao Mo recalled the night at the Qingcheng homestay two years ago. If she could go back in time, if she knew about Xiao Yan's condition, if she knew...she would definitely agree to him and leave Haicheng and everyone with him.

But in this world, there is no medicine for regret.

In his arms, she rolled over slightly, stared at his sleeping face, and with her slender fingers, traced his deep eyebrows little by little.

——It would be great if Song Xiazhi wasn't pregnant.

Maybe they can be together again.

Early the next morning, Xiao Yan had no intention of leaving at all. After breakfast at the hotel, he chatted with Qiao Mo's tour guide. Qiao Mo frowned and glanced at this side. , Xiao Yan went up the mountain with them.

Qiao Mo has nothing to do with him. After all, everyone can join the group as long as they pay the money. This is everyone's freedom. She can't say anything. It's just that the trip that originally belonged to one person suddenly has one more, which makes her feel awkward people, a little disappointed.

Light snow began to fall outside, and the white snowflakes fell on the hair. The temperature of Xiao Yan's palm was scorching hot, as if the temperature that stayed in the palm of the palm last night hadn't left yet. ankle.

Xiao Yan's heart moved slightly for no reason, and was teased away.

(End of this chapter)