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

Chapter 164 Some Heartless Little Woman!
Xiao Yan was undoubtedly angry.

Qiao Mo stood silently in the corridor, watching Xiao Yan's stern figure turn and leave, but he didn't intend to stop him.

Xiao Yan was annoyed that she wasn't the one who looked for him when he was in trouble, and he was also annoyed that if he hadn't taken the initiative to investigate, Qiao Mo would not have planned to tell him the hospital where Qiao Sheng was.

Totally, the line that excluded him from his family.

He took a few strides, but stopped abruptly, and said with a slight sideways glance: "I will hold the wedding in three days' time as usual."

Qiao Mo was slightly taken aback, this is Xiao Yan's character, forceful and plundering, never concealing, and firm attitude.

She licked her lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "...If so, why don't I go?"

"Jomo, I don't want to force you, but I find that I can't keep you without such an extreme method."

I don't know when it started, they are obviously fine, but now they are arguing about some things.

Obviously, not long ago, they were holding hands and dancing on the ice in the middle of the lake.

Why did he ask her to make a decision in the blink of an eye?

Qiao Mo looked at Xiao Yan's back as he gradually disappeared in the hospital corridor.

She sighed and sat back on the bench, covering her face, feeling heavy and overwhelmed.

After Qiao Sheng woke up, she sat by the hospital bed and peeled the apples for Qiao Sheng.

Although Qiao Sheng was ill and weak, his eyes were still sharp, "Momo, did you and Xiao Yan quarrel?"

Qiao Mo was absent-minded and lost his mind. The fruit knife cut his finger and frowned slightly in pain.

"No……"

"If it wasn't for the quarrel with Xiao Yan, why were you absent-minded? You seem to have lost your soul..."

Qiao Mo bandaged his fingers, re-peeled the apple, and handed it to Qiao Sheng, "Dad, the most important thing for you now is to recover from your illness. Don't worry about my affairs. Even if Xiao Yan and I quarrel, it won't be a big deal." questionable."

She acquiesced in her heart, even if she and Xiao Yan quarreled again, nothing would happen.

She remembered that on a rainy night, they agreed to grow old together.

Xiao Yan is a person who keeps promises and will not break his word easily.

Qiao Sheng covered the back of Qiao Mo's hand with his old and rough hands, "Mo, even if you are married to Xiao Yan, you must manage this relationship and marriage well. No marriage or relationship has unlimited patience and endurance. There will always be a day of exhaustion. You, Dad understands you best. There are things I like to keep in my heart, and Dad will be gone in the future..."

"dad!"

Qiao Mo bit his lip, stared at Qiao Sheng and said, "You won't be here."

"Silly boy, my father is old, and there will be a day when he will leave. I know my body best. If my father is gone, what's the matter with you, you must not hold it in your heart, but discuss it with Xiao Yan. You are husband and wife , you will be a husband and wife for the rest of your life, you know?"

Jomo nodded obediently, "Dad, I see."

"Father is fine, you have been here with me for a long time, go home and have a look."

It is impossible for Qiao Sheng not to notice that Qiao Mo is sitting here, looking out of his mind.

"dad……"

"Go, Xiao Yan must be waiting for you at home."

Jomo nodded, "Then I'll come see you tomorrow."

When she chased out with her bag, Xiao Yan's car had long since disappeared.

Jomo went back to Xinyuan villa alone, the room was empty.

Qiao Mo called a few times: "A Yan?"

No one responded.

Should have gone to the company.

Jomo went upstairs and continued working on the men's coat that was about to be completed.

Looking at the calendar, there is still one week before New Year's Eve, and Xiao Yan has already said that the wedding will be held in three days, so there must be no change.

Qiao Mo knew Xiao Yan better than anyone else, and he would never take back what he said, and he would definitely do what he said.

After the cold war with Xiao Yan, Qiao Mo took the initiative to call Xiao Yan for the first time, and she mustered up her courage before dialing the phone.

But at the other end, Xiao Yan didn't answer for a long time.

Jomo deluded himself, thinking that he should be in a meeting...

In the evening, Jomo called again, wanting to ask him if he wanted to go home for dinner.

Only then did Xiao Yan pick it up.

"Ayan, it's me. I'm going home today, do you want to come back for dinner?"

Xiao Yan sneered and said, "So you still remember me."

Qiao Mo frowned slightly, "I... Dad is sick, I didn't tell you, it was my fault. I apologize to you."

"Jomer, do you think I'm angry about this?"

What he needs is not her apology!

"Then you are angry because I told you to postpone the wedding?" Jomo asked cautiously.

But in exchange, Xiao Yan looked even more annoyed, "In your heart, am I such a stingy person?"

"I'm sorry, Ayan, a lot of things have happened recently, I can't tell you clearly for a while, can you give me some time?"

Xiao Yan frowned tightly.

This woman will always only say "I'm sorry", but what he really wants is for her to soften her temper and coax him.

But how could Jomo understand.

"Is there anything else? If it's okay, I'll hang up first."

"So are you coming back for dinner tonight?"

Xiao Yan's eyes darkened, "No, you can go back to the hospital to accompany your dad."

Qiao Mo opened his lips and wanted to say something more, but the other end had already been hung up, and there was only a ruthless "beep" sound.

Qiao Mo looked at the coat that was almost finished on the table, picked it up again, and planned to finish the coat, pack some clothes, and go back to the hospital to accompany Qiao Sheng.

At about seven o'clock, the man's coat in Qiao Mo's hand was finally finished.

She put the coat in a hidden corner of the wardrobe.

……

At this time, Xiao Yan was entertaining at the dinner table, just like any casual dinner party in the past, but this time, he was extraordinarily absent-minded.

"Mr. Xiao, I offer you a toast! I hope our cooperation will be successful!"

Xiao Yan didn't respond for a while, until Zhao Qian who was beside him gently pushed him, and gently reminded him in his ear: "BOSS."

Xiao Yan was dazzled at this moment, he frowned, looked at the wine glass toasted to, and said in a cold but rare warmth, "The one at home is very strict."

The person who toasted suddenly realized.

"I didn't expect Mr. Xiao and Mrs. Xiao to be so old and deeply in love. Then I will do it first as a respect, and Mr. Xiao can do whatever he wants."

Xiao Yan's cell phone rang, and the caller ID showed an insignificant, innocuous service desk call.

But he picked it up and said to the other end of the phone: "I'll be right back for dinner, okay, that's it."

Zhao Qian saw the caller ID, it was clearly not his wife...

Xiao Yan bid farewell to those present, pointed to the phone, and said with a smile: "The one at home is really tight, so Xiao won't accompany everyone, so I will leave first."

After coming out of the hotel, Xiao Yan drove the Spyker and sped towards Xinyuan Villa.

During the dinner, all he thought about was Qiao Mo, and what echoed in his ears was Qiao Mo asking him if he wanted to go home for dinner.

In his mind, he could even imagine that after he hung up on her and rejected her, she was on the other end of the phone, holding the phone, looking devastated and disappointed.

At this time, Haicheng 07:30.

It was dinner time.

Xiao Yan drove all the way to Xinyuan Villa, and when he drove the car into the yard, a small dim warm orange light was on upstairs.

He was overjoyed that Xiao Mo should be in the bedroom, leaving a light for him, waiting for him to come home.

He couldn't help speeding up his pace, and when he walked into the living room, there were indeed dishes covered with transparent glass covers on the dining table.

They were all home-cooked dishes, but Xiao Yan's heart was slightly shaken.

"Little Mo?"

He went upstairs, pushed away the bedroom, and called her.

But in the bedroom, no one responded, only a lonely desk lamp that couldn't speak.

Xiao Yan clenched his fists, this woman, he said that she could go to the hospital, but she really left.

Are you trying to get along with him?

But did Qiao Mo forget to turn off this light, or did he keep it specially for him?

Xiao Yan couldn't think too much, turned around and walked downstairs quickly, took a look at the dishes on the dining table, and finally walked out the door and drove to the hospital.

……

National Hospital, in the advanced ward.

When Qiao Mo just came back, Qiao Sheng was a little surprised.

"Mo Mo, why are you back again? Didn't you say tonight, to have a good get-together with Xiao Yan at home?"

Qiao Mo bit his lip, turned his back to Qiao Sheng, and helped him turn on the TV, "A Yan said that there is a party tonight, so we won't be able to meet anyway, I'm worried about you, so I came here."

In this ward, there are nursing beds and it is convenient to take a shower, so it is not too troublesome for Qiao Mo to live in the hospital ward.

It's just... these days, I've been a little sleepless.

I'm probably used to being hugged by Xiao Yan to sleep, and I'm used to it. When I'm sleeping, I'm connected to his body, even if there's only a small piece of skin close to it, I feel quiet.

Jomo just turned on the TV when the phone rang.

Jomo frowned slightly, then turned to answer the phone.

Caller ID, Xiao Yan.

"Dad, I'll go out and answer the phone first, you watch TV."

Jomo left the ward before answering the phone.

She lowered her voice and asked, "It's so late, what's the matter?"

The man over there stood not far behind her, quietly staring at her slender back, and asked word by word: "Didn't you ask me if I want to go home for dinner, what about you?"

Qiao Mo bit his lip, "Didn't you say you have a social event and won't come back for dinner?"

"If I say I won't come back, will I really not come back? If I let you go, will you really go?"

Qiao Mo lowered his small face, sighed slightly: "You let me go, if I don't go, wouldn't it be too shameless?"

"When did I let you go?"

Xiao Yan suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked in a sonorous voice.

His tone, that attitude, even if he didn't say the word "scroll", it's pretty much the same.

"The food I prepared is on the table. If you want to eat it, just warm it up."

After Qiao Mo finished speaking, he wanted to hang up the phone and enter the ward.

There was only one sound, which seemed to come from the phone, and seemed to be a real and fierce voice.

"Joe, Mo!"

Jomo held the phone, and when he turned around, he was behind him.

Xiao Yan had a handsome face, and seemed to have suppressed his anger for a long time.

Qiao Mo pursed his lips and asked lightly, "Why are you here?"

Isn't he entertaining outside?Why did you go back to Xinyuan Villa?Also, why is it here again now?
He strode over, stood in front of her, and said angrily: "I'm not like some heartless little woman, if I can't come back, I really won't come back!"

He told her to go, and she really walked to show him!

It's just... well done!

Jomo was a little amused, and held back a smile and said, "You can't come back. Do I still have to stay in that empty villa and wait for you all night? What if you still don't come back at night?"

"You leave a table of food and a lamp, do you think this is enough?" Xiao Yan's voice was icy cold, and his dark eyes stared at hers.

(End of this chapter)