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

Chapter 152 You Kiss Me, I Laugh

Early the next morning, before Qiao Mo woke up, he felt a big hand on his forehead.

In a daze, a familiar male voice said in a low voice: "Fortunately, the fever is gone."

Qiao Mo opened his heavy eyelids, and Xiao Yan's concerned gaze was right in front of him.

And her feet were still resting on his lower abdomen, and they never fell off his lower abdomen throughout the night.

His big hands kept clasping her ankles, as if afraid of falling from the lower abdomen.

Qiao Mo's heart felt warm. Unexpectedly, he really put her feet on his lower abdomen for a whole night.

Her feet have become warm, even a little hot, but the skin under her feet is a little warm and cool.

Qiao Mo withdrew his feet, stood up and looked at him: "A Yan..."

Just as he was about to say something, Xiao Yan snatched the words away, with a bright smile on his lips, which was light and charming, "Sure enough, this method is not bad."

Qiao Mo pursed his lips, "I'm just talking, why do you take it seriously?"

Her heart was moved, she touched his abdomen with her little hand, frowned and said, "I'll make a hot water bottle for you to cover, otherwise I'll recover, and you'll catch a cold later."

She was just about to get up, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

"No need, I'm a man, not so delicate."

Qiao Mo glared at him, "Who said men don't need to take good care of their bodies? You've had surgery, so you need to pay extra attention to your body. I..."

"Okay, you're not very old, why do you always talk about it?"

Qiao Mo sighed and put his arms around his neck, "I'm really afraid that you will be like two years ago, struggling and wandering on the edge of life and death. Although I didn't know it at the time, and I wasn't by your side, But thinking about it now, I still feel very scared. If..."

"What nonsense? There is nothing if."

Qiao Mo also knew that he had said the wrong thing, so what if there is nothing, he got off the operating table, and now he is in front of her, that's enough.

She also doesn't want...what if.

"Ayan, even if it's for me, I still have to take care of your body."

Jomo reached out and gently held his injured palm.

Xiao Yan kissed her forehead, "Okay, even if it's for you, I wouldn't be willing to die so early."

Qiao Mo clenched his fist and thumped him lightly on the chest, "No nonsense."

……

During breakfast, Qiao Mo asked Song Xiazhi who was in the hospital.

"Ayan, today...do you want to go and see Song Xiazhi?"

Xiao Yan frowned slightly, "Maybe she's still in the intensive care unit. After a few days, she'll be out of the intensive care unit. I'll go have a good chat with her."

Qiao Mo nodded, Song Xiazhi's matter was not as simple as imagined, she had a murder case.

I'm afraid, now Xiao Yan is also hesitating whether to report the case to the police station.

After Qiao Mo finished his breakfast, he made breakfast for the little rice bucket.

This little black dog really deserved the name Qiao Mo gave it, and it had a big appetite when it ate.

Jomo stroked its little head, "Eat slowly."

Xiao Yan looked coldly at Qiao Mo who was squatting on the ground in contact with the small rice bucket, and frowned slightly, as if a little dissatisfied.

Early in the morning, leaving him aside and interacting intimately with a dog, isn't it a bit too shameful?
Qiao Mo naturally didn't care about Xiao Yan's emotions.

Until Xiao Yan stretched his long legs, walked over, and pulled her up from the ground.

"We haven't taken wedding photos yet, so we're going to try on wedding dresses today."

Qiao Mo was taken aback, why was this man so impulsive?

Last night, I just mentioned the matter of holding a wedding. Why are you going to try on wedding dresses and take wedding photos today?
It really is……

Qiao Mo was dragged into the car by Xiao Yan.

After she got into the co-pilot, she fastened her seat belt and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to take wedding photos?"

"Not suddenly."

"Huh?" Jomo looked up at him.

Xiao Yan's gaze fell heavily on her small face, and he said word by word: "Since I want to make up for what I didn't give you two years ago, I naturally have to make up for everything. Besides, I want to see you in a wedding dress For a long time."

Although Qiao Mo is a married person, he has never put on a wedding dress.

Every time she passed by a bridal shop, she would deliberately avoid it. Once on the streets of New York, she stood outside the window, looking at the gorgeous and stunning white wedding dress, thinking that she would never have the chance to wear it again in this life, but unexpectedly, two years later , but she got her wish.

It's not that Qiao Mo is unhappy. A woman, no matter how much she says she doesn't want to have a wedding or wear a wedding dress, is just cheating a man.

Is there any girl who doesn't like to put on a wedding dress and have a grand wedding with the man she loves?
……

When they arrived at the high-end bridal shop, Qiao Mo went in holding Xiao Yan's arm.

When he arrived at the store, Qiao Mo realized that what Xiao Yan said was not a sudden thought, but a premeditated plan for a long time.

All white wedding dresses were stunning and elegant, all custom-made according to Qiao Mo's size, and placed in front of her eyes for her to choose.

It was as if the whole world was held in front of her, and she was allowed to choose whatever she wanted.

As long as she likes it, no matter how much it costs, he is willing.

Qiao Mo stood in front of all the wedding dresses, his heart filled with warmth, but he scolded him: "Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

If she had been told in advance, maybe... she would have designed the wedding dress herself.

If it's the wedding day, wearing a wedding dress that I sewed by myself...

Xiao Yan stood behind her, put his arms around her waist, and said in a low voice, "Take a closer look at the wedding dress."

Qiao Mo stepped forward and took a closer look, only to feel that the styles of these wedding dresses seemed familiar.

She turned her head slightly and looked at him suspiciously.

Xiao Yan then said slowly: "These wedding dresses are all designed by you, and I asked the high-end shop to make them according to your design drawings."

Qiao Mo was taken aback, and when he looked at those wedding dresses again, he felt a sense of familiarity and intimacy.

But the shock in my heart still hasn't subsided in the slightest, "But you... how come you have these design drafts?"

She remembered that for a while, she drew a lot of designs for wedding dresses, but they all stayed in New York.

"I've already talked to Feng Che on the phone, and he faxed these blueprints to me. Xiao Mo, I know, you've been looking forward to this day."

Qiao Mo's eyes were slightly wet. What was she feeling when she was drawing those wedding dress design drafts alone in the middle of the night?
She will never forget it in her life.

Loneliness, loneliness, loneliness... Many low emotions are intertwined, making her miss him like vines that grow wantonly, bit by bit, imprisoning and entwining that heart.

Jomo sniffed, his eyes reddened.

Xiao Yan reached out and scratched her nose, "Look at the wedding dress."

He held her hand and chose among so many wedding dresses.

In Qiao Mo's eyes, where there are these wedding dresses, his eyes are full of this man.

Xiao Yan has this kind of ability, when he appears in your vision, you can no longer see anything, anyone, a heart, a pair of eyes, but he is firmly occupied by him.

No matter how nice the other people are, they can't beat him to whisper "Xiao Mo".

After choosing the wedding dress, Jomo entered the fitting room.

The surge in her heart was still surging.

When she changed her wedding dress, adjusted her mood, and came out of the fitting room, Xiao Yan had already changed into her tuxedo, and she had been waiting for a long time.

The store manager received them personally, and when they came out of the fitting room and stood in pairs in front of the huge fitting mirror, the store manager exclaimed, "What a man and woman."

Qiao Mo snorted, laughed out loud, and also burst into tears.

Holding Xiao Yan's arm, she just stood in front of the mirror, wearing a wedding dress designed by herself, crying and laughing.

It seemed that this time, he was really married to Xiao Yan.

The emotion and emotion in my heart cannot be added.

Xiao Yan pursed her lips, looked at Qiao Mo in the mirror, and asked very seriously: "Excuse me, beautiful Miss Qiao, will you marry me?"

Xiao Yan never asked for her opinion. When he got the certificate, this man left a contract in a cold and arrogant manner, even omitting the normal steps of marriage, let alone a marriage proposal?
He had never proposed to her, much less asked for her opinion like this.

All along, always, he threw the result in front of her, and she just carried it out.

Qiao Mo bit his lip slightly, and turned his head to look at his plain and handsome face, "You are not always the most authoritarian, why would you ask me such a thing, in this matter, you will soon become unseemly when you ask me like this." is you."

Xiao Yan also looked back, and looked down at her, "This time, I want to hear what's on your mind."

Qiao Mo laughed lightly and teased, "In case, I mean in case, what if I don't agree? Isn't it embarrassing for Mr. Xiao to make such a big show?"

Xiao Yan clasped her waist, lowered his head to her forehead, and sighed softly: "If you don't agree to my marriage proposal, I will go directly to the bridal chamber."

Sure enough, this man is still authoritarian and domineering.

Jomo laughed and put her arms around his neck. Even though she was wearing high heels, she had to lift her head a little bit to touch his lips.

Her soft lips fell on his thin lips, and she whispered softly: "Mr. Xiao, I am willing."

……

Jomo originally thought that whichever wedding dress she tried on, she would bring it home.

But in fact, this is not the case.

With a big wave of his hand, Xiao Yan signed all the dozens of sets.

Qiao Mo frowned, pulled his hand to stop him, and said, "What do you do with so many wedding dresses home? You wear them once in your life. Buying so many is a waste."

A wedding dress can only be worn once, and it is not for food.

Xiao Yan frowned, and his deep eyes were bright, "I want you to show me one by one."

Qiao Mo's face turned slightly red, and he automatically filled in the picture.

"What nonsense are you talking about."

Xiao Yan lowered his head, and whispered in her ear: "Besides, I have other surprises for you."

But when Qiao Mo asked what the surprise was, Xiao Yan had already avoided answering.

The two entered the wedding studio, and when they took the first set of wedding photos, their expressions were extremely unnatural.

The photographer had a headache, "If the bride gets closer, the groom will smile too!"

Qiao Mo reminded in a low voice, "With such a stern face, the photos you take are just like the little old man. You should also smile."

Xiao Yan moved closer to his handsome face, "Kiss me once, and I'll laugh."

Qiao Mo was embarrassed, so many people were present, how could he be embarrassed?
Did he... did it on purpose?
But the photographer was really pressing, "Bride, your husband has a serious face and is not very photogenic. Hurry up and coax him."

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

Xiao Yan continued to urge her shamelessly: "Xiao Mo, hurry up, my patience is limited."

After all, Jomo lifted the hem of the wedding dress, tiptoed, and kissed him.

The moment her lips touched his, Xiao Yan smiled charmingly and elegantly.

The photographer quickly presses the shutter and takes many shots in succession.

(End of this chapter)