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

Chapter 151 The Unique Love

After Song Xiazhi was rescued, he was pushed into the intensive care unit.

"Doctor, how is she?"

"The patient's mood is very unstable. In the operating room, the consciousness of survival is very low, but fortunately the floor is not high, so the injury is not very serious. It's just...the child was not saved."

To Song Xiazhi, this child didn't know whether it was a dream or a nightmare.

It pushed Song Xiazhi to the edge of the cliff, and there was no way to turn back.

Song Xiazhi was in the intensive care unit, and his condition was still unstable, so he couldn't visit him.

So Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo returned to Xinyuan Villa.

Seeing Xiao Yan's palm cut by the blade, Qiao Mo frowned and said, "I wish I had disinfected and bandaged it at the nurse's place just now. I don't know if there is any inflammation right now."

Kneeling on the wool rug, she grasped his large hand to examine the wound.

Xiao Yan's eyes darkened, and suddenly he took her little hand and pulled her into his arms.

Qiao Mo knelt on the carpet, and was caught off guard by his force and pulled into his chest. He became unstable and fell into his arms.

After being dazed for half a second, Qiao Mo finally came to his senses, stretched out his hand, and hugged him tightly.

"what happened?"

Xiao Yan hugged her tightly, and said in a calm voice: "It hurts a bit."

"Huh? Does your hand hurt? I'll get the medicine kit and bandage it for you."

She was just about to get up from his arms, but his arms were fixed tightly, unable to let her move a bit.

"Ayan, don't make trouble."

Xiao Yan was a little childish, "It really hurts."

In the end, Qiao Mo sighed slightly, took his big hand lightly, and blew gently, "It won't hurt anymore, my dear."

She has always been the one taken care of by Xiao Yan, but it feels good to have her take care of Xiao Yan in such a rare way.

After Jomo came over with the medicine kit, he sat on the carpet, grabbed his injured hand, and carefully bandaged him. His curly thick long eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a small shadow.

Xiao Yan stared at her face with burning eyes, "Xiao Mo, let's get married."

Jomo was taken aback, smiled slightly, and put his hand on his forehead, "I don't have a fever. Why did you forget, we've already been married."

Then, Qiao Mo lowered his face and continued to focus on helping him apply the medicine and bandage the gauze, "Do you still want to marry me for the second time?"

"I mean the wedding."

Su Jingyu once told him that he and Qiao Mo had been married for more than a year, and apart from bullying and hurting her, he didn't even give her a formal wedding.

And he, now wants to make it all up.

Qiao Mo shook his head lightly, "It doesn't really matter whether the wedding is held or not, and I don't really care."

They are not considered newlyweds anymore, what kind of wedding is there?
Xiao Yan frowned, "But I want to make up for what I lost, or what I didn't have time to do."

Qiao Mo smiled, and hugged his slender waist, "It's enough for you to have this kind of heart, I don't care about the rest."

……

When taking a bath at night, Qiao Mo's embarrassing cancer is about to commit.

Xiao Yan's hand was injured, and he couldn't touch the water for a while.

After much deliberation, Qiao Mo still didn't get clothes for Xiao Yan who was in the bathroom, and stood outside and said, "Ah Yan, today is the day, can't you?"

Xiao Yan's eyes twitched, and he answered rigidly: "No."

Even in winter, Xiao Yan still maintains the habit of taking a shower every day.

Jomo twitched the corner of his mouth, opened the bathroom door, and handed in a change of clothes.

"Here, then be careful yourself, don't touch the water, the wound is very difficult to treat if it is inflamed."

But the man inside the door didn't make a sound for a long time. When she wanted to remind her again, the man in the bathroom suddenly pulled her in.

Jomo was unprepared for a moment and slammed directly into his bare chest.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Xiao Yan's eyes were pure and straight, and he couldn't see any innocent purpose or cunning. He lowered his innocent black eyes and said softly: "I'm injured and I can't take a bath by myself. Should you help me rub my back?"

Qiao Mo's face was burning hot. After he stood still, he touched his back with his small hand and stated a fact: "You take a shower every day, why do you rub your back? Just rinse with water. Don't be so particular about it today."

"No."

It seems that there is no room for negotiation.

"Hey...you." Jomo only felt a headache.

The clothes on Xiao Yan's upper body have been taken off, while the lower body is still wearing suit trousers with a belt buckled, and the clothes are intact.

His uninjured hand held her little hand stubbornly and domineeringly, and fell to his waist.

"Help me untie it."

Qiao Mo only felt that his fingers were very hot, as if his fingertips were covered with a layer of fire, "Can't you...can't you untie it yourself?"

Xiao Yan raised his injured hand, like a child who has succeeded.

Jomo turned his eyes away, and with trembling fingers, helped him untie the belt around his waist.

But the concealed buckle of this belt is a bit complicated, and some of them cannot be undone without looking at it.

Jomo was distracted for a moment, and he didn't untie it for several minutes.

Xiao Yan played leisurely: "Honey, if you can't untie it, I won't be able to hold back my urine."

Jomo's heart skipped a beat, "..."

Her scalp was numb, but did she set her eyes on the long and thin waist, the beautiful mermaid line, the perfect and exquisite abdominal muscles, showing in her eyes.

The atmosphere became a little ambiguous, and the temperature of the entire bathroom was rising.

When Xiao Yan saw her bright red face, the corners of her lips were thinned, and she curled her hook.

The belt was untied, and the dangling black trousers slid down from the waist. The two slender and straight male long legs looked like perfect works of art carved by God.

Qiao Mo felt dry mouth for a while, and was about to withdraw his hand, but the big hand grabbed his wrist again.

The man curled his lips maliciously, and said jokingly, "How can someone do half of the work? Continue."

That big hand, holding her hand, suddenly pressed against the black bullet inner magazine on his waist.

The man's eyes were light, but the most revealing, blunt and sensual word came out from his thin lips, "Take off!"

Jomo: "..."

Qiao Mo closed his eyes, stretched out his hand, and decisively took off the strip around his waist.

When she lowered her head, she saw that valiant, high-spirited... little monster.

Qiao Mo's face, with a bang, was completely red and hot.

"I, I'll go out first, and you wash slowly."

She stammered a little nervously, although she had seen each other honestly many times, but in this case, she was thin-skinned, and she couldn't be as calm as he was after all.

Turning around, wanting to run away, but unexpectedly pulled back by the man.

Bang, wall boom!

Jomer's back hit the wall, and her whole body was pressed between his chest and the cold bathroom wall.

His slender and powerful long arms, with perfect lines like a work of art, pressed against the wall beside her cheek.

Below, the temperature of the little monster scalded her.

The man lowered his head, his voice was so sexy, "Do you feel it, the little monster misses you very much."

Qiao Mo swallowed his saliva, and saw his deep and vast eyes, dotted with stars, bright and deep, like a compass, sweeping her in.

"...You're hurt, Ayan."

The little woman's clear pupils stared nervously at the bottom of his bottomless pupils.

Xiao Yan's long legs took a step forward, and Qiao Mo took a light breath.

"My hand was injured, but the little monster was not injured."

Qiao Mo bit his lip, "...you haven't taken a shower yet, let me rub your back for you."

Xiao Yan's eyes were burning like fire, and he clasped her palm with his big hand, pressed against the wall, and pursed his lips and said, "Taking a bath and doing this are not contradictory."

Jomo was pulled into the bathtub by the man, and his clothes were all soaked.

……

A normal shower took nearly an hour.

When Qiao Mo came out, he was carried out by Xiao Yanheng.

Go in vertically, come out horizontally.

The person who was obviously injured was Xiao Yan, but now it seems that Qiao Mo should be the one who was more seriously injured.

Jomer himself had a bit of a cold, and he was entangled in the bathroom and frolicking in the water just now, so he kept sneezing and sneezing.

Wrapped in a quilt, lying on the bed, she looked up at the man who was taking care of her with her big eyes wet.

Qiao Mo's voice became hoarse, and her whole body felt weak. She said sullenly, "A Yan, I seem to have a fever."

Xiao Yan put a big hand on her forehead.

Sure enough, slightly hot.

"Well, it should be a low-grade fever. I'll get the thermometer."

Qiao Mo held the thermometer in his mouth, his face was pale, his cheeks were flushed sickly, and his mind was buzzing with fever.

Five minutes later, Xiao Yan looked at the temperature on the thermometer and frowned slightly, "5 o'clock and eight degrees."

Qiao Mo's eyelids were tired and heavy, Xiao Yan was about to reach out to hug her, but she was startled, and asked in a nasal voice: "What are you doing?"

"Take you to the hospital."

"I'm fine, it's just a low-grade fever, just cover it up and it'll be fine."

Xiao Yan touched her forehead again, it was a little hot.

Qiao Mo stretched out his hand weakly, and took off his big hand covering her forehead, "I'm really fine, it's better to have this kind of low-grade fever naturally than hanging water and taking medicine."

Xiao Yan naturally agreed, and lay down, reaching out to hug her body tightly.

"It's good to cover the sweat."

Jomo nodded and leaned against his chest obediently.

She suddenly thought of something, and she just thought it was funny: "A Yan, do you know? I heard that when you have a fever and a cold, you can put your feet on your lover's belly and leave it overnight. Tell me, is it true? of?"

This is a joke that Luo Luo saw on Weibo, and I don't know if it is true or not.

Xiao Yan moved, and really put her feet on his hot belly.

Jomo was startled, "Hey... I'm just kidding."

If she really put her cold feet on his lower abdomen for one night, and her fever subsided the next day, wouldn't he be sick?

In this way, it's time for her to take care of him again.

But Xiao Yan was very stubborn, held her body, and whispered in her ear: "How will you know the truth if you don't try it."

Qiao Mo's heart warmed, he turned over, hugged his neck, put his feet on his lower abdomen, and closed his eyes safely.

I just feel that this night is extremely warm.

Xiao Yan kissed her forehead and asked softly, "Xiao Mo, what kind of wedding do you want?"

Qiao Mo thought for a while, and finally said: "Just keep it simple. You don't need too many people to participate, and I'm not used to meeting so many strangers."

He has so many clients and partners, if he really makes the wedding sensational, 90.00% of the entrepreneurs in the entire Haicheng will probably come to their wedding.

"But I want to give you something unique."

Qiao Mo nestled in his arms and smiled warmly, "I have your love, this is unique."

(End of this chapter)