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

Chapter 144 A Man Who Struggles Is Prone to Problems
After the lingering, Qiao Mo sat on the window sill with a blanket on, while Xiao Yan took a shower in the bathroom.

There was the sound of water rushing in the bathroom. Originally, the man insisted on taking her in to take a bath with him, but the result of the mandarin duck bath must be more than just a simple bath.

Drenched in sweat, after the sweat is dried by the body temperature, every pore of the skin is open, and the skin is thin and cool.

Jomo tightened the blanket around his body, looking at the bright stars of the sea outside the window.

Xiao Yan came out of the bathroom clean and in good spirits, with short wet hair, and when he tilted his face, he covered his deep eyes.

He saw Jomo sitting on the edge of the window sill, stepping over with long legs, and taking her entire slender body into his arms from behind her.

He lowered his head, kissed her heart, and asked hoarsely, "Why are you sitting here? Are you not afraid of the cold?"

There is plenty of heating in this room, so it's not too cold. Qiao Mo's body is cold and his hands are cold.

The man's big hand was cruising irregularly on her chest, but Qiao Mo's eyebrows turned cold, he looked back at him, and pursed his lips: "I haven't forgiven you yet."

The movement of the slender hands froze slightly.

Xiao Yan's anger just now dissipated, and when he heard that she and Huo Xing had no children, the anger in his heart was gone.

He lowered his handsome face, pressed it against her slightly cold face, and hugged her tightly, "Whenever we quarrel, you have to run away. Next time, can you not run away?"

Qiao Mo frowned slightly, "I didn't mean to run just now."

"Then what are you going to do? Aren't you going to run out?"

Xiao Yan's sharp eyes stared at her closely, and his clear eyes understood everything in her eyes.

"I just want to take out the garbage, and take a walk nearby by the way."

"Really?" Xiao Yan asked back in doubt.

Qiao Mo bit his lip and said, "Otherwise, what do you think? I said I would never run away again..."

The man lowered his head, kissed her cheek, closed his eyes, and sniffed the light fragrance of her body obsessively, with a low voice: "Xiao Mo, I'm really afraid that you will run away again..."

Qiao Mo's heart froze slightly.

Taking a deep breath, the anger in my heart couldn't be vented after all.

She turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck, and hugged him back, "I take birth control pills, but I just don't want to get pregnant now."

She took the pill, but felt that now was not the right time to get pregnant, and she still had lingering fears about the two lost children.

Xiao Yan calmed down now, as shrewd as he is, how could he not understand Qiao Mo's thoughts?
His big hand hugged her slender back and patted it lightly, "When you want a child, we will."

Qiao Mo's dry eyes were a little wet, but he was passive in his heart.

"Go take a shower, I'll heat up the food."

Jomo nodded, hugged his clothes obediently, and went into the bathroom.

……

After Qiao Mo took a shower and came down from the upstairs bedroom, he smelled the aroma of food.

Probably really hungry, the consequences of excessive exercise must be exhausted.

But looking at Xiao Yan, he doesn't look like the person who contributed at all.

His energy in this area seems to be revived, which is actually not a good thing for Jomo.

At least, she will be the one who suffers.

After finishing the meal, Qiao Mo put down the bowl and chopsticks, with a serious expression, and said righteously: "Xiao Yan, let's make a rule."

Xiao Yan frowned, seeing her serious appearance, he thought it was some important event, so he put down the bowl and chopsticks, looked at her, and listened attentively.

Qiao Mo's ears suddenly turned strangely red, she coughed a few times, then lowered her eyes slightly, and said in a very low voice: "From now on, I can only do it three times a week, not as frequently as these two days, for you and me Neither is good."

She spoke in a very low voice, Xiao Yan frowned, as if she really didn't hear it, but also as if she did it on purpose.

"What did you say?"

Qiao Mo swallowed, looked up at him, bit his lips and said, "I said, I can only do it three times a week, no more."

Firstly, it was due to her limited physical strength, and secondly, because he had been seriously ill, Qiao Mo thought that if he did it too often, it would be bad for his health.

Xiao Yan clasped his hands, sat lazily and quietly, seemed to be in deep thought for a while, and then said silently: "Three times a week, don't you think you are depriving me of my rights as a man?"

Jomo was at a loss for words, "..."

Why did she feel that the atmosphere was so weird, how could someone be discussing this issue in a serious manner?
How many times a week, do you need to discuss it with him?

But in fact, Qiao Mo was thinking too much. Xiao Yan had the final say on how many times a week, even... how many times a night.

Jomer was a little short of breath, and took a step back, "Well, up to four times that week."

The man's deep black eyes stared fixedly at her, his thin lips slightly parted: "Twice a day, fourteen times a week, not less than one time."

Qiao Mo sweated silently for himself, "...too much, it's not good for your health."

The man's eyes were slightly cold, and he didn't intend to discuss any further.

Qiao Mo pursed his lips, "Hey, I'm the one discussing with you, not you..."

"I think three times a day is actually not bad." The man said lightly.

Cold sweat broke out on Qiao Mo's back, "...Twice a day."

Only then did the man's thin lips curve a little.

He stood up tall and stretched out his arms, "Don't you want to go out for a walk, let's go to the beach?"

Qiao Mo really wanted to roll her eyes. She wanted to go out for a walk before, so at least she still had the strength. Now, after being pestered by him and doing such strenuous exercise, he thinks she still has the strength to go out for a walk?
"I am a bit tired."

Jomo didn't get up or move.

Xiao Yan stood in front of her, leaned slightly, his voice was low and deep, "Are you tired tonight?"

Qiao Mo's cheeks were flushed slightly, and he responded inaudibly, "Yes."

Before she raised her face, her body was lifted into the air.

Xiao Yanheng hugged her and walked upstairs.

Qiao Mo leaned quietly in his arms, wrapped his hands around his neck, and asked with some complaints: "Obviously you are the one who works hard, but why am I the one who is tired?"

There has always been a disparity in power between men and women, especially in this matter.

Men are often refreshed after venting, while women are always so tired that they can't even move a finger.

Xiao Yan smiled lowly, with a playful and ambiguous smile, "Don't you know that a man who is suffocated is prone to problems."

Qiao Mo raised his eyes and quietly looked at his deep profile profile, "...Ah Yan?"

"Ok?"

"In the past two years, have you been suffocated?"

Xiao Yanying raised her deep eyebrows and frowned slightly.

She lowered her head and looked at the little woman in her arms, staring at him with clear water eyes, her fair little face was flushed with luster, beautiful yet charming.

He lowered his head, put his head next to her ear, and gently bit her ear, "Based on my performance these past few days, do you think I'm exhausted, or have I endured it for too long?"

Hold... for a long time.

Qiao Mo moved his hot little face, but he said word by word: "Jomo, you said that you will make up for the two-year vacancy for me."

She... was just talking casually.

How could he remember so clearly?
Back in the bedroom, Xiao Yan was about to make up for Qiao Mo's vacancies in the past two years, when the phone beside the table rang.

Qiao Mo was pressed under him, and he didn't want to care about it at all, insisting on bowing his head and kissing her.

Jomo put his hands on his chest, "What if it's an important call?"

"leave it."

The big hand clasped her small hand and pressed it on the bed, interlocking the fingers.

And his kiss, hot and scorching hot, seemed to be wrapped in a raging fire, pouring down.

"Hello... phone..."

That phone call seemed to be endless, and it became even more persistent until the owner answered it.

An irritability flashed across Xiao Yan's eyes.

He suppressed his anger, stretched out his long arms, and quickly hooked the mobile phone by the table into his hand.

The caller ID made his eyebrows twitch.

Seeing his slightly dazed reaction, Qiao Mo knew who made the call without thinking about it.

After Xiao Yan took a deep look at her, he took his mobile phone and walked out of the bedroom without saying a word.

On the open-air balcony, Xiao Yan was holding a mobile phone and talking to Song Xiazhi.

"what's up?"

Song Xiazhi learned that Xiao Yan had returned to China, but after Xiao Yan returned to China, she did not return home. She was sensitive and suspicious by nature, and was very afraid that Xiao Yan was now with Qiao Mo.

"Brother Xiao, I... I heard from Assistant Zhao that you have returned to China, and you...?"

She really wanted to ask "Why don't you go home", but Xiao Yan cut off the words suddenly, "I won't come back tonight."

In a word, like a basin of cold water, it poured her from head to toe.

"Xiao... Brother Xiao, my child and I..."

"Zhizhi, I will go home tomorrow, let's talk."

Song Xiazhi swallowed the rest of the words, she wanted to say that she and the child missed him very much.

Xiao Yan's words faintly made her feel a little uneasy, talk?

What to talk about?
Could it be... Jomo really came back?

Moreover, Qiao Mo has a marriage relationship with brother Xiao, and at this point, she has the upper hand.

"rest early."

After Xiao Yan finished giving his orders, he hung up the phone.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Qiao Mo standing behind the balcony.

She was barefoot and didn't even wear slippers. She put one hand on the door frame and stared at him.

Xiao Yan sighed slightly, put the phone in his trouser pocket, strode over, stared at her small face, but asked, "Why don't you wear shoes?"

Qiao Mo also looked into his eyes, "I really wanted to come out and see what you and Song Xiazhi would say, so I forgot to wear it."

Xiao Yan was startled, but finally let out a laugh, raised his hand, curled his index finger, and scraped lightly on her small nose.

"Have you heard?"

Qiao Mo suddenly reached out and hugged him, "A Yan."

"Ok?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to call you."

Qiao Mo sniffed, Xiao Yan supported his hips, hugged him to his chest, and went straight into the room.

Jomo's legs were wrapped around his waist, holding his neck tightly, not wanting to let go for a moment.

Qiao Mo was deliberately suppressing the obsession with each other for two years, but in that hug, Xiao Yan understood Qiao Mo's miss for him.

The two hugged each other, and Jomo leaned in his arms, curled up like a little baby, embedded in his broad arms.

His embrace was not warm, but it made her feel unparalleled security.

Xiao Yan held her right hand wearing the wedding ring, quietly stroked the diamond on the surface of the ring, kissed the back of her neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Mo, tell me about your time in New York."

He also wanted to know how she got here in those two years.

Qiao Mo took a deep breath, turned around, buried his face in his chest, locked his whole body in his arms, and said in a low voice, "I don't want to say."

"Huh?" Xiao Yan put his arms around her, rubbing his chin lightly against her heart.

Qiao Mo bit his lip and said in a muffled voice: "It's really embarrassing, so I don't want to say it. But if I don't say it, I'm afraid you don't know how much I miss you."

(End of this chapter)