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

Chapter 162 Declare to the world that she is Mrs. Xiao
As New Year's Eve approached, whenever Xiao Yan went to work in the company, Qiao Mo would nest upstairs alone and make that coat for Xiao Yan.

Downstairs, the doorbell suddenly rang, and Qiao Mo thought it was Xiao Yan who brought the key out.

When I got downstairs, I realized that Xiao Ruqing was standing outside the door wearing a noble purple wool coat and black high heels.

She even carried something in her hand.

Qiao Mo was taken aback, and opened the door, "Why are you here? A Yan is not at home, if you call first..."

"I know, I just thought, A Yan is not at home, we mother-in-law and daughter-in-law have a good chat."

Qiao Mo took the things in Xiao Ruqing's hand and entered the room with her.

"Momo, last time... Mom wants to apologize to you for my behavior."

Qiao Mo knew well that Xiao Ruqing was referring to the time in the hospital, when everyone thought that the child in Song Xiazhi's belly belonged to Xiao Yan.

In fact, Xiao Ruqing was not to blame for this matter. After all, if Song Xiazhi was really pregnant with Xiao Yan's child, she would have no reason not to let Song Xiazhi give birth.

Thinking of the child, Jomo turned slightly pale.

Xiao Ruqing reached out to shake her hand, and said with a smile, "On New Year's Eve, let's go home with A Yan to celebrate the New Year."

Qiao Mo nodded, "Okay, I will tell him when Ah Yan comes back."

"I'm here today mainly to see you and chat with you."

Qiao Mo smiled lightly, "I know, actually, even if you don't come today, A Yan and I plan to visit you the next day. Since I came back from New York, I haven't visited you formally. Speaking of which, what I did was not Very thoughtful."

"These are small things. The most important thing is that you and A Yan are together now, and you can be happy. Actually... I am very happy that you and A Yan can get together again. Two years ago, I I don't want you to divorce A Yan, but at that time, those things happened again, silently, the Xiao family is sorry for you."

Qiao Mo pursed his lips slightly, shook his head and said, "It's all over, it's all on my own will."

In love, there can be so many mistakes, the only thing is whether you are willing to give, whether you want it, or whether you give it or not.

In the past, Qiao Mo, as long as Xiao Yan wanted it, she would give it to her. Even if she persisted, it might not be a good result, but in the end, Qiao Mo was lucky after all, so now, as long as Qiao Mo wanted it, Xiao Yan would give it to her. all.

"Mom, stay here for lunch and try my cooking skills. Have you made any progress?"

Xiao Ruqing smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll try your cooking at noon. Usually, you cook?"

"Yes."

"Occasionally, it's not bad to ask Xiao Yan to help you, or to cook for you."

Qiao Mo smiled, "Forget it, him, just work hard to earn money to support the family, and leave these small matters to me."

Xiao Ruqing and Qiao Mo exchanged a few more words, and Xiao Ruqing left after lunch.

In Xinyuan Villa, Qiao Mo was the only one left.

It can be seen that Qiao Mo, who had seen Xiao Ruqing before, became more silent in her heart. The burden was getting heavier and heavier, and she was almost unable to breathe.

The Xiao family, with such a large property, it is impossible not to need an heir. This is simply unrealistic, but if Qiao Mo can't have a child...

Jomo took a deep breath and didn't dare to think about it.

Push Xiao Yan to another woman, or find a... surrogate?
Qiao Mo doesn't even want to think about it, but these are realities, even if Xiao Yan is willing to spend the rest of her life with her, how can she make up for the guilt in her heart?

Qiao Mo was upset, and his mind became a mess.

Looking at the wedding invitations on the table, Qiao Mo only felt fear, and the guilt in his heart gradually increased.

She kind of wants to escape these things.

The coat is already half done, and it will definitely be finished before New Year's Eve.

Jomo only felt that her mind was in a mess, and she didn't want to think about it.But she couldn't do it, she really threw all these to Xiao Yan, and she completely let go of her thoughts.

……

Xiao Yan's scheduled wedding was approaching. At night, Xiao Yan was reading documents, and Qiao Mo warmed up a glass of milk for him.

Xiao Yan sat on the chair, put his arms around her waist, and handed her the invitation card and the banquet list, "here is the list, you can just copy it one by one. I will ask Zhao Qian to send it out tomorrow."

Qiao Mo looked at the elegant purple invitation card with a golden edge, his fingers froze slightly, and took the banquet list and invitation card.

"Ayan, do we really...don't move the wedding back?"

Xiao Yan laughed, "Xiao Mo, what's wrong with you? Why do you always ask me to postpone the wedding recently?"

Qiao Mo frowned slightly, "It's nothing, I just..."

"Are you not used to being my wife? Or, not ready, marry me?"

Xiao Yan stood up, embraced the person standing in front of her, and sighed softly, "Sooner or later, you will have to adapt to the identity of Mrs. Xiao."

Qiao Mo lowered his eyes slightly, his thick and curled eyelashes cast a shadow, "It's not that I'm not used to being your wife, I'm just... not used to such a grand occasion."

"But if it's not grand enough, how can you make up for the pity of the past? If it's not grand enough, who would know that you are my wife, Xiao Yan?"

Jomo gently hugged him back, "As long as I know that I am your wife, that's enough."

Xiao Yan patted her waist, "Be good, be obedient, I will deal with some documents, you go and copy the list for the invitation."

Jomo nodded obediently, and went back to the bedroom with the list and the invitation.

……

Xiao Yan went into the bedroom after finishing his business in the study.

Jomo lay on the bed, copying the invitation according to the list.

Xiao Yan went to bed, lay beside her, and asked, "How much is left untranscribed?"

Qiao Mo shook his hand, a little sour, "How many people do you want to invite, I copied it for an hour, and only half of it was copied."

Xiao Yan took the black pen from Qiao Mo's hand, "I'll copy it, you rest for a while."

Jomo lay on the bed, resting his chin, looking at him quietly.

His eyes were serious, and his deep eyebrows were slightly fixed. Qiao Mo reached out and stroked gently.

The man frowned slightly, "Xiao Mo, don't make trouble."

After a long while, Qiao Mo suddenly said, "A Yan, can we skip the wedding?"

Xiao Yan raised his head slowly, his eyes were dark, obviously sullen.

"No wedding?"

Although he asked rhetorically, what was clearly expressed in those black eyes was "If she dares to say no to a wedding, he can tear her apart in minutes".

Qiao Mo shrank his neck, bit his lips slightly and said, "I'm just joking."

No matter how dull Xiao Yan was, he still noticed that Qiao Mo was wrong in this matter, not to mention that he was so shrewd and sensitive.

He put the banquet list and invitations aside, suddenly pressed down, clasped her arms with both hands, and stared at her condescendingly.

"Xiao Mo, you have something on your mind."

Jomo dodged slightly, "What can I worry about? I don't."

"You have."

Qiao Mo wanted to explain something more, but Xiao Yan's kiss had already fallen on her lips in a drape.

As soon as Qiao Mo thought about the child, he felt worried about gains and losses, hooked his neck, and fell into this lingering abyss together with him.

Since Qiao Mo had a car accident and escaped from the sea, and since he was discharged from the hospital, they have had less intimacy.

Xiao Yan has been scruples about her body.

At this moment, the kiss was out of control.

While biting her lip, Xiao Yan asked in a hoarse voice, "Is everything all right? Is it okay?"

Jomer was kissed by him, his eyes were moist and hot, he didn't answer, but hooked his neck, and responded to him with a silent kiss.

The old people are intimate, familiar with each other, and they are too familiar and longing for each other's bodies.

They are like two mandarin ducks crossing their necks, tightly entangled together.

When Jomo was finally possessed by him, he felt that all the vacancies in his heart had been filled.

She looked at Xiao Yan with watery eyes, held his handsome face in both hands, and asked word by word: "Ayan, if we don't have children, will you be sad?"

"I missed the chance to be a father twice, and I naturally want such an opportunity. But if you really don't like it, I won't force it. You are enough."

Jomo buried his face deeply in his shoulder socket.

So, how can you not desire children?
Moreover, if he really didn't want her, Xiao Yan wouldn't deliberately put it in her body every time he wanted her.

Jomo wrapped his legs around his waist, raised his head, and kissed his thin lips fragilely.

Maybe... there will be children.

Jomo thought sadly.

……

Early the next morning, the bridal shop delivered the style of the wedding dress to be worn at the final wedding.

Xiao Yan went to the company, and Qiao Mo called Luo Luo to come over.

Early in the morning, Luo Luo took Qiao Mo to try on a row of wedding dresses.

On the carpet in the room, there are piles of white wedding dresses.

"It's great, you are finally with Xiao Yan. On the wedding day, you must invite me!"

Qiao Mo smiled lightly. From the table, he found the invitation card that had been removed in advance, and handed it to Luo Luo, "I've prepared all the invitation cards. Here you are."

Holding the invitation, Luo Luo thought dreamily, "I can even imagine that day when you put on your wedding dress, stood in a place where all eyes are on you, and your favorite Xiao Yan finally had an open and aboveboard picture of your relationship!"

"but I……"

"What are you?"

Qiao Mo smiled helplessly, "It's nothing, maybe it's premarital phobia."

"You have been married to Xiao Yan for so many years, and now it's just a formality. What do you have to be afraid of? This time, Xiao Yan held this wedding clearly to announce to the world that his real wife, The real Mrs. Xiao is you!"

Jomo took a sip of water and nodded, "I know."

"Then what are you afraid of? From now on, the whole Haicheng and the whole world will know that you are Mrs. Xiao. Who would dare to bully you?"

Qiao Mo pursed the corners of his lips, looked at Luo Luo, and said word by word: "But I... Luo Luo, the doctor said that I might not be able to...not be able to conceive a child."

Luo Luo was startled, "What did you say?"

Qiao Mo lowered his cheeks in despair, "I had two miscarriages, and my body suffered a lot. Maybe... I won't be able to conceive in the future."

"Don't listen to those quack doctors talking nonsense!"

Qiao Mo said dejectedly: "It's true, the number of times I have made out with A Yan, I know that A Yan has no problem, it must be my problem. Luo Luo, I really don't seem to be able to conceive a child."

"But Xiao Yan's family background, it is impossible not to have children for a lifetime..."

As soon as Luo Luo said it, he realized that he had said the wrong thing, and immediately changed his words: "Momo, I didn't mean that, maybe..."

Qiao Mo interrupted her with a wry smile, "You're right, even if Xiao Yan is willing to not have children, his family's conditions make it impossible for him to really not want to have children. Luo Luo, don't tell Ayan about this for now, I will I want to find some time for myself and talk to him."

"Okay, I'll keep it a secret."

(End of this chapter)