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

Chapter 166 Act like a baby, hug

The whole night, Qiao Mo stayed by Qiao Sheng's side.

Xiao Yan arrived in a hurry, but the phone in his pocket kept ringing.

Although Qiao Mo's heart was heavy, her face was calm. She wiped away the tears on her face and said with a faint smile, "Don't worry about me too much. I'm fine. You can go to work first."

Xiao Yan was a little worried, and instead of answering a phone call, he asked, "Is it really okay to be alone?"

Jomo nodded, forced a smile, and pulled him out of the hospital.

"You're not a doctor. You can't help me here. Go. If there's anything, I'll call you."

Xiao Yan's cell phone rang again, and the man frowned slightly. Seeing that she insisted on letting him leave, he frowned worriedly and got into the car.

Before leaving, he repeatedly ordered, "If there is a situation, you must call me."

"understood."

Qiao Mo went back to the ward and stayed by Qiao Sheng's side all the time.

That night, she and Qiao Sheng talked about many things that happened when they were young.

Qiao Sheng laughed and said she was naughty, held her hand and sighed: "Mo Mo, Dad can't accompany you anymore, you and Xiao Yan are together, remember to be considerate of each other. In marriage, mutual understanding and tolerance are needed. .do you know?"

Qiao Mo endured the bitter tears and nodded vigorously, "Dad, I know."

Qiao Sheng was a little tired, and patted the back of her hand lightly, "That's good, then Dad can rest assured."

Jomo helped him tuck the quilt and watched him close his eyes and gradually fall asleep.

That night, Qiao Mo didn't even get on the nurse's bed, and lay beside Qiao's sick bed, guarding him all the time.

In the middle of the night, she couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep so sleepy.

In the early morning of the next day, she just woke up, only to see Qiao Sheng on the hospital bed, sleeping peacefully and soundly, and hadn't woken up yet.

She was about to wash up, when she heard the heartbeat instrument, and suddenly there was a "di——" sound, which was extremely ear-piercing.

Qiao Mo was stunned, and after half a second, he shouted: "Doctor! Doctor!"

……

Qiao Sheng was lying in the operating room and was being rescued, while Qiao Mo sat on the lounge chair in the corridor, his eyes staring straight.

When Xiao Yan arrived, Qiao Mo was limp in his arms, unable to even cry.

She just leaned quietly in his arms, smiled softly and said: "A Yan, do you know? Dad loves me very much. Although I am not his own, but for me, he never married a wife and had children. I'm afraid that in this world, even a biological father can't do it to his own daughter, but he did it to me, a daughter who is not his own. I still remember that when I was young, I was very naughty, and when he fell asleep, I would always draw him with a black pen. A face... But he never gets angry at me, he always looks at me helplessly."

"Xiao Mo, Dad will be fine."

Jomo shook his head rationally, tears streaming down his face, "I know, he won't get better...I understand."

Xiao Yan let out a deep breath and hugged her tightly in his chest.

"I still remember... When my father was young, he worked on the construction site and always liked to drink Erguotou. At that time, I was thinking, if I grow up, when I work and get paid, I must buy it. Give him wine. But he hasn't waited for me to honor him, it seems that he will never have this chance again..."

Xiao Yan was silent, listening to the woman in his arms, talking a lot.

So much, just relying on those memories, Qiao Mo felt no more pain, as if Qiao Sheng was always by her side and never left.

Qiao Mo was very sleepy, and gradually fell asleep in Xiao Yan's arms, weeping.

At this moment, the door of the operating room suddenly opened.

Several doctors in surgical gowns came over and sighed.

Jomo's eyes were only fixed on them.

"Miss Qiao, I'm sorry, please forgive me."

Jomo's world suddenly dimmed in this "sorry".

The operating room in front of him was shaking, and even the ground under his feet was unreal.

Qiao Mo didn't even have time to be sad, so he fell into Xiao Yan's arms dizzily.

"Little Mo!"

Before the consciousness blurred, there was only the sound of "Xiao Mo" in my ears, as if it was still warm.

Her whole body was cold.

……

When Qiao Mo was unconscious, Xiao Yan notified Feng Che who was far away in New York.

Xiao Yan took care of Mr. Qiao's funeral.

When Qiao Mo woke up, he was already in the bedroom of Xinyuan Villa.

She seemed to have slept for a century.

Seeing her wake up, Xiao Yan asked worriedly, "Is there anything else that feels uncomfortable?"

Jomo's face was haggard and pale. As soon as she woke up, she wanted to get out of bed.

"I'm going to the hospital to see my dad, A Yan, my dad is sick and needs my care, I'm going to take care of him now..."

Xiao Yan frowned deeply, clasped her wrist tightly, and locked her wandering gaze with deep black eyes.

"Xiao Mo, look at me."

Qiao Mo's eyes drifted, and he was a little dazed, "A Yan, I really want to see my father, please let me go."

"Xiao Mo, Dad failed to rescue him and has already gone. Be sober."

Qiao Mo looked at him in surprise, "...you are talking nonsense! How could my dad die? He is so energetic! Last night he told me a lot about his childhood! He is not dead! He is not dead! I am going to Find him...!"

Her twitching body was tightly held into his arms by his strength.

His slender and powerful arms pressed her struggling body tightly into her chest.

"Xiao Mo, wake up!"

"How do you make me sober? You are talking nonsense! Nonsense..."

She grabbed the shirt on his chest, knelt on the carpet, finally lost all support, and cried bitterly in his arms.

Xiao Yan's big hand lightly landed on her back, comforting her, thin lips, gently pressing on her forehead, softly comforting: "Xiao Mo, I will be by your side in the future, don't cry."

Jomo was in his arms, crying like a child.

……

The Maybach shuttled through the afternoon sunset, slowly, and the speed was not very fast. Jomo's eyes kept looking at the scenery passing by the window, and the frown between his brows confessed everything about her, her emotions, depression and sadness .

And this depression and sadness are nothing but a daughter's longing and regret for her father's death.

Qiao Mo recalled that Qiao Sheng loved to drink Erguotou when he was young. He passed by a convenience store on the way and said to Zhao Qian who was driving in front, "Assistant Zhao, please stop at the convenience store."

Zhao Qian was slightly stunned, and looked at Xiao Yan from the rearview mirror, seeking his opinion, the man nodded slightly, which was regarded as his consent.

Only then did Zhao Qian say to Qiao Mo, "Okay, ma'am."

Holding up the hem of his skirt, Qiao Mo took some money, came out of the Maybach, and ran towards the convenience store. Soon, Xiao Yan in the car came back with a bottle of Erguotou in two small hands when he saw his girl.

Qiao Mo got into the car, and without saying a word to Xiao Yan, he hugged the two bottles of Erguotou tightly in his arms, like a baby.

It always gets dark very early in winter, and it gets dark at only 05:30.

Western Suburb Cemetery.

The night shrouded the cemetery, the frost was falling, and it was extremely cold. The photo of Qiao Sheng on the tombstone was brand new, unchanged, except for the same kind smile that had remained unchanged for more than ten years.

She touched the photo with her fingers, and the outline of her father was clearly engraved in her mind. She held a bottle of Erguotou, smiled and said to Xie Mingzhi in the photo, "Dad, look what Mo Mo brought you. ? Your favorite Erguotou!"

Xiao Yan in the car didn't get down. He rolled down the window and looked coldly at the slender figure sitting on the ground outside from a distance.

He knew that she needed a lot of time to say goodbye to Qiao Sheng alone.

This kind of Erguotou has a very high concentration, and people with a poor capacity for alcohol can get drunk in one sip. Qiao Sheng worked outside all the year round when he was young, so he can drink it very well. He is not afraid that he will not be able to take care of her after drinking, because others say that Foreman Qiao is a thousand cups not drunk.

In my impression, every time her father came back to hug her, there was a faint smell of wine on her body, and the smell of wine was not unpleasant, on the contrary, she missed it very much.

Qiao Mo opened the small bottle of Erguotou, took a sip by himself first, and said with a smile, "It's so hard to drink, Dad, how can you drink it?"

Qiao Mo's capacity for drinking is very poor, but Qiao Sheng never gets drunk after a thousand cups, but she gets drunk only after one cup, and when she takes a sip of Erguotou, her stomach is on fire. On the ground, he leaned his head on his knees, sat sideways and looked at Qiao Sheng's photo with a smile, his eyes were blurred, "Dad, it's not good to be silent, you have raised me for so many years, but I didn't respect you very much, and even ran to New York I haven't seen you for two years..."

She gulped down a big mouthful of Erguotou again, her nose was choked by the heat, and she coughed several times, "Dad, I'm sorry..."

After drinking a third of the shochu, she couldn't hold herself back and lay on the tombstone. She looked at the transparent wine, tears fell all over her face, and was dried by the wind. Her cheeks were hot and cold, melting with ice and fire. She murmured: "Dad...you don't go...I miss you silently...you don't go...okay..."

The wind in the cemetery was very strong, and the wind blowing past her ears was whistling. With half-closed eyes, she saw a tall and tall figure who was upside down in a trance.

Her arms were stretched across the stone seat of the tombstone, her head rested on her own arms, and she looked up at the man with her eyes slightly up. The Erguotou in her hand was still nestled in the other hand. She looked at the man with a smile, Thinking that he saw Qiao Sheng, he rarely acted coquettishly, "Daddy...hug..."

Her body was weak, but she forced herself to sit up again, and stretched out her hands to hug the man, but the man didn't move, staring blankly at the drunken girl sitting on the ground.

After a long time, he squatted down and took her into his arms. He stroked her long hair that was blown tousled by the wind, rested his chin on top of her head, and responded with a sigh: "Okay, give me a hug, Dad."

The drunk little woman grabbed Xiao Yan's fingers with one hand, and handed the Erguotou to him with the other, "Dad, look, there is only so much wine left... You have nothing to drink! What should you do? You Don't be angry... Go buy now silently... Don't leave, okay..."

She struggled to get up, Xiao Yan held her down, took away her wine bottle, and said softly: "Dad, don't drink, and silently don't drink, okay?"

She looked up into his eyes in his arms, she was very dizzy, and many phantoms appeared in front of her eyes, she pouted her lips and said stubbornly: "Not good!"

She snatched the wine bottle from him again, held up the wine and said, "Then you drink it, Dad, isn't it your favorite drink? You drink it!"

Xiao Yan's Adam's apple slid, and his eyes were burning, looking at her red eyes from crying, he took the wine bottle indulgently, "Okay, Dad, drink, but all these belong to Dad, silently forbid to drink any more, huh?"

She nodded obediently, "Okay, let's stop drinking silently, it's actually not good at all..."

Her head hurt so much, she stretched out her hand to press her temple, frowning and coquettishly said.

Seeing her pressing her temple, Xiao Yan put the wine bottle aside, took her hand pressing her temple and asked, "Do you have a headache?"

She shook off his hand, didn't care at all, just wanted to talk to him, "Dad, didn't you say that you would take Mo Mo to the playground? How can you keep your words? "

Xiao Yan was taken aback, "Want to go to the playground silently?"

Clinging to his collar with her fingers, she said drunkenly: "Of course I want to, I really want to. When I was young, other people's parents would take their children to the playground. Although there is no mother in silence, there is a father in silence..."

"Then take Momo away now?"

She shook her head suddenly again, "Not good!"

He looked at her suspiciously, and her serious expression suddenly smiled sweetly, "I don't want to play now, I want to chat with Dad!"

Xiao Yan hugged her with one hand, wrapped her in his coat to avoid the cold wind, and was tightly held by her with one hand. She shook his hand like a child, and Xiao Yan bowed his head and kissed her With a slightly cool nose tip that was blown red by the wind, his voice was hoarse, "Okay."

The two of them were sitting in the cemetery, and they had no intention of leaving at all. Xiao Yan only felt that his heart was being crushed at this moment, and he pitied the person in his arms.And the person in his arms seemed to disappear in front of him as soon as he let go.

"dad……"

"Ok?"

She rubbed against his arms, "Don't leave Momo, okay?"

"Daddy won't leave."

His voice was very light, as light as water, and very calm.

She leaned against his chest, the moisture in front of her eyes made his chest wet, she sucked her nose and murmured in a weeping voice: "But they... they all said that Dad is gone...Dad obviously hasn't left, right? right?"

(End of this chapter)