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

Chapter 141 The little monster will regain its glory
The snow in the Swiss mountains outside the window is still scattered, but inside the house, it is as warm as spring and full of sorrow.

The woman under Xiao Yan's eyes were misty, which made her feel tender and heart-warming.

Qiao Mo smiled, and she stared at him for a moment, "You are like this, even in this matter, you have to stand in a completely dominant position, Xiao Yan, do you think everything is in your hands? In control, even the matter of me falling in love with you."

The clear smile on the man's thin lips is charming and elegant. He lowered his head, covering her white to translucent ears, and said with a playful smile, "You will love me, maybe it was once under my control." , but the fact that I will love you may be the most out-of-control thing I have ever done in my life, besides loving you, there is also..."

"Huh?" Jomo turned to look at him.

There was a hint of cunning and teasing in his dark eyes, "I, love, love, you, this matter should also be unexpected."

Qiao Mo was stunned for a second or so before thinking about it. When she understood what he said, she stretched out her hand and immediately punched his chest. With red ears and blushing face, she said, "Rogue!"

Xiao Yan grabbed her wrist, kissed her, and sighed softly: "Don't move, I haven't felt this way for two years. If you move again, it may really kill me."

Qiao Mo was startled, but immediately froze. She blushed and asked in a low voice, "You and Song Xiazhi...?"

Qiao Mo found that Xiao Yan, who had always been highly skilled, was like a kid with no skills at all today, and...

Could it be that he lost his memory and even forgot how to do this kind of thing?Even if you forget, then he and Song Xiazhi...

"Don't think about it."

Xiao Yan only lost these three words, and went to look for skills and feelings by himself.

Qiao Mo felt a little uncomfortable, put his hands on his shoulders, frowned slightly, "You... are wrong."

Qiao Mo wanted to hold back, after all, a man wants face in this kind of thing, not to mention...he used to be a master in this kind of thing.

But now... it's more like a teenager who just tasted the forbidden fruit at the beginning of his adulthood.

Xiao Yansu's white and cold handsome face was flushed with embarrassment.

"Feel sorry."

Jomo turned his face away, stretched out his hand to hook his neck, and actively wrapped Shuangyuetui around his slender waist.

She shut up, bit her lips shyly, and reminded him with a weak mosquito voice: "It's here...you...don't bump into it."

Xiao Yan's ears blushed, and his big hand controlled her heel, attacking out of control.

Qiao Mo gasped in pain, "Take it easy..."

"Then do it again?" He seemed to ask her, but he was already like a curious baby. He started the second time, biting her ear, and said in a low voice, "I will do well this time."

"You..." Qiao Mo was speechless.

This man... She wondered, did he do it on purpose?
I did it about three times, and Xiao Yan performed better each time.

Jomo lay in his arms, sweating profusely from each other.

Qiao Mo didn't want to move a single finger when he was tired, but he leaned against his arms, thinking wildly.

Xiao Yan lost all his memories, including the most instinctive behavior of human beings. What he did just now could make Song Xiazhi pregnant?
"Xiao Yan, I want to ask you a question."

In fact, this question is a bit difficult for Jomo to talk about. After all, it is about the dignity of a man.

"Ah."

Qiao Mo looked up into his dark eyes, "You are so unfamiliar with this matter, then you and Song Xia know...she... how did she get pregnant?"

Xiao Yan also seemed to sense something was wrong, and frowned slightly, "I don't know, I was drunk that night. But only that one time."

"Once?" Jomo couldn't believe it.

Xiao Yan in the past, although he was not a person who owed much to the valley, but he would pester her seven days a week, at least six days.

"You mean, in two years, you only touched her once?"

"Ah."

Xiao Yan didn't seem to want to bring up this topic. In the past two years, his side was extremely abnormal in Su Jingyu's opinion.

A normal 34-year-old man who doesn't need physical venting for two years is actually a bit of a problem.

He didn't really want to talk about it with Jomo. Men often want more dignity in front of the woman they like than in other people.

He hopes that his woman will always only worship him. In her eyes, he hopes that he is perfect.

Qiao Mo reached out, held Xiao Yan's awkwardly handsome face, and turned back, "You mean, Song Xiazhi has been with you for two years, and you don't have any feelings for her?"

She is a woman who likes to get to the bottom of things, and Qiao Mo is also a normal woman.

Xiao Yan pursed her lips, "If I had feelings for her, I wouldn't be so unfamiliar with the matter of being a slave."

When Jomo didn't show up, even he himself was about to think that there was something wrong with him.

Otherwise, how could you face any woman without any hope?
Qiao Mo suddenly wanted to laugh, hugged his neck, and laughed out loud.

Xiao Yan's big hand squeezed her waist hard, with a stern face, "Is it funny?"

Qiao Mo immediately shut up, Xiao Yan is more face-saving than ordinary men, let alone when it comes to things that say he can't do it.

"No……"

Sure enough, the man was still angry and turned his back, only giving her a back.

Qiao Mo smirked, and poked his slender back with his hand, "Hello..."

A certain man didn't move at all, and didn't want to pay attention to her at all.

Qiao Mo was rejected, but persisted, "Xiao Yan, I didn't make fun of you."

She really didn't laugh at him, on the contrary, she felt that Xiao Yan like this was very real and very close to her.

Seeing a certain man, Qiao Mo was still arrogant, so he stretched out his hand from behind him, hugged his back, wrapped it around his waist, and boldly lowered his tender hands...

"Now that I'm back, the little monster will regain its glory..."

Suddenly, her little hand was tightly grasped by the man's slender big hand.

The man turned around suddenly, pressed her under him, and stared at her bright red face threateningly, "You mean, you will make up for me for the vacancy of these two years?"

Qiao Mo was startled, his water eyes widened, his kiss had already fallen down, suffocating domineeringly.

"Hey……"

The man bit her lip, and said in a warm tone: "You know, if you touch her like this, the little monster will become a big monster..."

Qiao Mo was at a loss for words, "...you are shameless."

"Hey... don't touch me!"

"Xiao Mo, I still want it."

"No, if you continue like this tonight, you will be physically exhausted!"

"Xiaomo..."

A certain man was in her ear, teasing her vigorously.

Qiao Mo glanced at him angrily, and saw that he was staring at him with "very pitiful" eyes.

My heart softened, and I stretched out my arms to hug him back. He hasn't solved his physical problems for two years, so he should be... suffocated.

"Okay, let's do it again, just once!"

"Well, what you say is what you say."

Two people, like children stealing food, fell into this whirlpool of love together.

Xiao Yan tonight is like a big boy, pestering her, asking for it over and over again, buried in her chest, as if studying something.

Seeing him, Jomo almost burned himself with shame.

With both hands, gently covering his deep and introverted eyes, "Don't look at it like that..."

Xiao Yan pulled her little hand away, looking at his wife was justified, besides, he wanted to take a good... look at her.

"I want to take a good look at you."

Qiao Mo's understanding is obviously not on the same level as Xiao Yan's.

Qiao Mo raised his face and stared at him, "Look."

A certain man's eyes darkened, and his body sank from the quilt.

Jomo: "..."

His so-called looking... means looking at the whole body.

The snow outside the window fluttered silently, and it was especially cold in the middle of the night, but Qiao Mo felt that this night was warmer than any other time.

This year, Xiao Yan was 34 years old, but he became like a big boy. He leaned on Qiao Mo's chest, and Qiao Mo held his head.

Jomo's slender fingers touched the slightly raised scar buried in his thick short hair.

That should be left over from the craniotomy.

Her heart suddenly tugged, feeling a little painful, "A Yan, does the craniotomy hurt?"

Xiao Yan shook his head lightly, "I'm anesthetized, so I don't feel much."

But Qiao Mo knew that it would definitely hurt, she said, "I will never leave you again."

Xiao Yan pulled her hand away, and floated up again with a straight body, facing her wet little face with two lines of tears, gently stroking the cool tears with his fingertips, his eyes were serious and solemn, "This is you Said. Jomo, you have to remember."

Jomo wrapped his arms around his neck, raised his head, and kissed his lips.

After two years of separation, how could she not miss him, even if she just kept kissing like this, it would not be enough.

Xiao Yan pinched the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

"You know, if you continue to kiss, it will get out of hand."

Qiao Mo's curled eyelashes were stained with crystal tears, and his misty clear eyes smiled slightly, "Then don't clean up..."

In the dark night, people who love each other hug each other, warming the whole cold night.

……

The next morning, Qiao Mo got up early and packed her and Xiao Yan's clothes.

Xiao Yan was still lying on the small hospital bed and continued to sleep.

Qiao Mo muffled a laugh, only thought it was funny, finally there was one thing that Xiao Yan did more than her.

It can be said that Xiao Yan in the past was like a god of war. In this kind of thing, he would only fight more and more courageously. How could he be like a big boy who has just tasted love like now.

Jomo only felt his heart beating abnormally. He lay on the side of the bed, pillowed on the back of his hand, and looked at him quietly.

His eyelashes are distinct, no shorter than hers.

"Ayan."

She called him softly. The man on the hospital bed was in a deep sleep and didn't move.

Thinking about it, he hurried from Haicheng to Switzerland, and fell into the snow pit with her without even getting a jet-lagged sleep.

How can you not be tired?
Qiao Mo stretched out his hand, covered the back of his hand, and shook it lightly, "A Yan, get up."

Xiao Yan's eyes were sleepy, and his usual cold and solemn demeanor became lazy and gentle this morning.

"Sleep a little longer..."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and brought Qiao Mo, who was half squatting on the hospital bed, onto the bed, clasped her tightly in his arms, buried his handsome face in the crook of her neck, and murmured softly: "Come sleep with me for a while .”

Jomo had already lost sleep, she opened her eyes and played with his slender white fingers, "But I have already checked out of the ward, and the nurse and cleaner should come to clean it in a while."

"Come back to Haicheng with me?" he asked.

Although he was still sleepy and his thinking was not very clear, he asked this question.

Jomo nodded, "This time, I don't want to escape, I will face this matter with you."

Even if it's for her, for them, a chance.

—she didn't want to leave him.

(End of this chapter)