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

Chapter 149 The Obsession in the Elevator
Xiao Yan's eyes were cold, leaning against the side of the car, staring meticulously at Qiao Mo who was slowly walking towards him.

Jomo swallowed his saliva, then buried his head, and walked towards him quickly.

When he walked up to him, Qiao Mo pursed his lips, lowered his watery eyes and curled his eyelashes slightly, as if he was a little daughter-in-law who had done something wrong, "Xiao Yan, let's go home first. I..."

Xiao Yan's big hand clasped her waist, and suddenly brought her into his arms, but that sharp and precise gaze was staring at Huo Xing who was not far away and was also looking at him.

Xiao Yan put his lips to Qiao Mo's ear, and said word by word: "You will explain it to me later, get in the car now."

Qiao Mo shuddered, and when Xiao Yan became serious, he said exactly what he said.

What's more, she was at fault for this matter, so she nodded and got into the car first.

She was sitting in the co-pilot, only to see Xiao Yan already pocketed with one hand, with a stern face, and a tall and straight figure walking towards Huo Xing.

Even when she was sitting in the car, she could feel the rivalry between the men.

Qiao Mo was not afraid of what would happen to them, at least, at this moment when both of them were awake, Xiao Yan would not do anything, and neither would Huo Xing.

What she was worried about was how to explain it to Xiao Yan later.

Xiao Yan's character is stubborn, domineering, and decisive. If he really wants to misunderstand her and Huo Xing, no matter how she explains it, it will be useless.

Xiao Yan only believed what he saw.

……

Xiao Yan here stood face to face with Huo Xing.

He sneered and said, "I didn't expect Mr. Huo to be so interested in married women."

"Jomer and I are just saying goodbye, why are you so aggressive?"

Xiao Yan snorted coldly, his eyes darkened, "Since it's a simple farewell, Mr. Huo decided to ask Xiao to come here just to let me see you and my wife hugging together?"

"If Qiao Mo married a jealous husband, then I feel really sad for her."

"Mr. Huo's childish behavior, don't you think it would be a kind of sadness if Qiao Mo followed you?"

Xiao Yan pointedly said.

Huo Xing turned around, slightly startled, what Xiao Yan said must be the last time, he took Xiao Sen to meet him, and told Xiao Yan that Xiao Mori was his and Qiao Mo's son.

Xiao Yan didn't intend to spend too much time with him, so he just said coldly: "I advise Mr. Huo to stop thinking about Qiao Mo. Qiao Mo was Mrs. Xiao for two years. The wife becomes Mrs. Huo."

After Xiao Yan finished speaking, he turned around and Meteor strode towards the black Spyker.

After he got into the car, started the car, and Spyker merged into the traffic, there was still silence in the car.

Qiao Mo thought about it, but he couldn't figure out how to explain it.

Xiao Yan, who was controlling the steering wheel with one hand, gave her an indifferent look, and said in a calm voice without any emotional ups and downs, "Don't you think it's necessary for you to explain to me?"

Qiao Mo lowered his eyes slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, bit his lips and said, "Even if I explain it, will you listen?"

Xiao Yan frowned, "You mean, you don't even bother to explain?"

"..." Qiao Mo sighed, "I have nothing to do with Huo Xing."

Xiao Yan seemed to be under a heavy layer of fire, staring at her with black eyes and questioning: "Since it's nothing, why did you lie to me?"

"I'm afraid you misunderstood, you..."

"That is, what can confuse me?"

Xiao Yan hates others to deceive him the most, especially if this person is Qiao Mo.

Qiao Mo was also helpless. He sat on the co-pilot, pursed his lips, and was silent for a long while before opening his mouth: "Huo Xing took care of me in New York for two years, so it's justifiable for me to have a break-up meal with him. Just picture……"

"Like what? Like me and Song Xiazhi?"

Qiao Mo was speechless, this man is really unreasonable!

Xiao Yan didn't drive the car home directly, but went to the company.

After Qiao Mo got out of the car, he took his bag and turned around to go to the side of the road to hail a taxi.

Xiao Yan pulled her back, frowned and said coldly, "What are you doing!"

"I'm going home, what am I doing with you in the company?"

She doesn't like to come to his company, besides having to face so many of his employees, she also thinks of the bad memories that happened in his company before.

Xiao Yan frowned deeply, and said word by word: "I don't allow it!"

"Hey...! What are you doing? Xiao Yan, you are unreasonable!"

Xiao Yan pulled Qiao Mo into the president's special elevator.

In the elevator, there were only the two of them, and they went straight to the president's office on the [-]th floor.

Xiao Yan suddenly pressed her against the elevator wall, pressed her cheek with one hand, took out his mobile phone with the other hand, dialed a call, and gave a concise and clear order: "Turn off the surveillance in my elevator!"

Three seconds later, the two red dots above the head suddenly went out.

Monitoring is turned off.

Before Qiao Mo could react, Xiao Yan lowered his head and sealed it with a kiss.

His hot and domineering kisses poured down like a storm.

At the corner of her lips, like a crazy beast, biting.

This kiss was not gentle, it could even be said to be rude.

Jomo pushed his chest, "Uh...you're crazy!"

Here is the elevator!Even if the monitoring is turned off, Jomo is not used to making out with him here.

As if stepping on an abyss, doing the most sinful thing with him, even the heartbeat became exciting.

"Jomer, you know how much I hate the two-year gap?"

Before she could speak, he blocked her lips again.

One of his hands was fixed on her slender waist, and the other hand had already penetrated into the hem of her clothes, frolicking wantonly.

Qiao Mo was short of breath and nervous, "A Yan, stop..."

Her arm clung to his arm helplessly, and her strength on her shoulders was negligible. Under his shackles, she was so insignificant.

The elevator is direct and has reached the No.30 floor...

Jomo was both nervous and scared.

Xiao Yan bit her clear earlobe, his voice was hoarse, and he said word by word: "Xiao Mo, I can't see you being with other men, especially Huo Xing!"

He didn't know anything about what happened between them in those two years.

Perhaps, everything they do intimately now, they have done before.

Xiao Yan clenched his fists tightly, his black eyes were bloodthirsty, the skin under his palms was like warm jade, he couldn't care about those anymore, his self-control had already collapsed.

Qiao Mo's eyes were moistened by this long and painful kiss, and he only called his name softly: "Ayan..."

That soft "A Yan" completely disintegrated all of Xiao Yan's rationality.

Dry, hot, suffocating, climbing steadily in the elevator.

……

An hour later, Qiao Mo came out of the lounge on the back floor of Xiao Yan's office.

She was wearing Xiao Yan's shirt on her upper body, covering her slender body broadly, and her lower body was wearing a pair of washed blue denim trousers, covering her black and large men's down jacket.

It looks a little funny.

But the flush on her face has not faded, and her long hair is a little messy, but in Xiao Yan's eyes, she has a special charm.

Jomo sat on the sofa at one side, and didn't take the initiative to pay attention to the man sitting on the executive chair who was working.

When Xiao Yan finished approving the last document, his black eyes slightly raised and fell on the little woman sitting by the sofa.

Standing up, he strode forward with his long legs and walked in front of her.

Qiao Mo was annoyed at him, treated him as air, ignored him completely, and kept his head down playing with his phone.

Xiao Yan stretched out his hand, and directly snatched the phone from her hand.

"Hey! What to do!"

"The one who should be angry is me."

Qiao Mo didn't know how to lower her head. She bit her lip and clenched her fists, "Xiao Yan, I haven't forgiven you for what you did in the elevator just now!"

"What's wrong with asking for your own woman in the elevator?"

Qiao Mo bit his lip in embarrassment, his little face was almost bleeding, "...you!"

Xiao Yan sat beside her, stretched out his hand, pulled her into his arms, and sat in his arms.

In the end, he leaned against her neck and sighed softly: "You don't know, coax me?"

"What I should explain, I have already explained, how do you want me to coax you?"

Qiao Mo raised his eyes and stared at him.

Xiao Yan pursed his thin lips, and the profile of his face was extremely charming. In his deep eyes, there were two little hers reflected.

Qiao Mo finally lost his breath, reached out and actively hugged his neck, and leaned into his arms.

"Just now, didn't I count as coaxing you?"

The man's big hand, through the fat down jacket, held her slender and soft waist, and his thin lips barely fell on her lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Mo, bear me a child."

Qiao Mo put his arms around his neck, and his eyes were full of him. She never thought that after two years of separation, he is 34 years old and can be a father.

However, when she thought of the child, she still felt pain in her heart.

Coupled with Song Xiazhi's child, she has no plans to have a child at this point.

Qiao Mo leaned against his chest, Nuo Nuo said, "I'm not ready yet."

Xiao Yan was just on a whim, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "Forget it, you can ask for it when you want it."

He just couldn't understand the two years when she and Huo Xing were together, every second, every second, that time without him, Huo Xing was by her side.

Qiao Mo buried his face in his neck, and said in a muffled voice: "You can't understand the two years between me and Huo Xing, just like I can't understand the two years between you and Song Xiazhi. Even if there is no love in it, It is also the company of every minute and every second. But we can no longer miss it because of misunderstanding, A Yan, you are not young, and I am not young, even if we go all the way and miss those short moments, but we have each other and the rest of our lives, You can make up for each other, can't you?"

Xiao Yan suddenly clasped her slender white wrists around his neck, his eyes were cold and sharp, "Are you despising me?"

Jomo: "..."

She obviously said so many touching words, but why did she hear them in his ears, and the only thing she grasped was the sentence "You are not young anymore"?
"I do not have."

Xiao Yan lowered his head and pressed her on the sofa, his eyes calm and calm, "I thought you should have understood just now that I am not old."

Qiao Mo covered his face, suppressed a smile, and almost said, "Hey, Ayan..."

Two years ago, Jomo felt that the reason why he couldn't communicate with him was because he was too domineering and he made all the decisions for her. But two years later, Jomo discovered that her ability to communicate with him always lies in not being in the same On the point.

"Ok?"

Qiao Mo blinked his eyes, "You are old, but your comprehension and action ability are first-rate."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Mo's face turned even redder. The voice just now must not have been spoken by her.

(End of this chapter)