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

Chapter 167 Accompanying her every step of the way
Xiao Yan's palm froze slightly, but he touched Qiao Mo's wet cheek, "I will accompany you."

"You liar! Why did you leave me so soon? You don't count what you said! Dad...don't go..."

Xiao Yan lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his voice was vague: "Why, I will always be by your side. No matter the past, present, or future, I will always be with you every step of the way."

With tears in her eyes, she looked very pitiful in the fog, like an abandoned kitten. She sniffed and looked up at him and asked dubiously, "Really? You will really be with me forever?"

"real."

She was getting more and more drunk, feeling sleepy, and lay in his arms drowsily, "So sleepy..."

He covered her wet eyes with his hand, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Xiao Yanheng hugged her all the way out of the cemetery. Zhao Qian sat in the Maybach and waited on the road outside the cemetery. After waiting for nearly an hour, when he saw the BOSS coming out of the cemetery with his wife in his arms, he hurriedly got out of the car and opened the door. car door.

Xiao Yan hugged the drunk Qiao Mo and sat in the back seat, her head was resting on his lap, and his arms were still wrapping around her lightly.

Xiao Yan glanced down at the sleeping man, lowered his voice, and said to Zhao Qian in a gentle voice, "Drive slowly."

"it is good."

When we drove from the western suburbs to the city center, although it was eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the glitz of Haicheng hadn't diminished in the slightest. Xiao Yan glanced at the scenery outside and said softly, "Take the road around the city."

Zhao Qian was taken aback for a moment, he was almost at Xinyuan, why did he suddenly take a detour to the ring road?
But looking in the rearview mirror, this arrogant man is taking good care of his sleeping wife.

He suddenly realized that maybe he was afraid that if he got home so early, his wife would wake up when he got off the car, so he decided to make a detour to make her sleep more deeply.

There was no more traffic in the area around the road around the city, but Zhao Qian still drove very slowly. Xiao Yan never left his gaze from the person lying on his lap.

The night was quiet, except for the faint sound of wind passing through the car window.

After finally arriving at Xinyuan Villa, the lights in the house seemed to have gone out, and there was a yellow street lamp on in the yard.

Zhao Qian turned off the car, looked behind, and called Xiao Yan softly, "BOSS?"

Xiao Yan stretched out his hand and made a "silent" gesture. Zhao Qian understood, sat in the driver's seat without any movement, just rested, and unintentionally, from the rearview mirror, he could still see the BOSS's long and slender hands, caressing him all the time. Touching the girl's hair on her legs, that movement was extremely gentle.

Like a father who takes good care of his children, he is gentle and meticulous.

I have been with Xiao Yan for nearly ten years, I think this man has always been silent and sarcastic, and he doesn't seem to be very interested in female sex.

A few years ago, there was Su Hua wandering around him. At that time, he didn't see the boss treating her much, but he had already given her many honors that women couldn't get. At that time, he thought that although the boss was widowed, Mo, but in the end it was something interesting to that Su Hua.

Later, he finally understood that Su Hua didn't have any honor, including Song Xiazhi later, at most... it was just relying on the BOSS' guilt towards her and doing whatever he wanted.

And the woman who really held a pivotal position in the boss's heart was lying on the boss's lap at this moment.

Just like at this moment, after driving such a long circle from the cemetery and the road around the city, I still hesitate to go in when I get home, just to let my wife have a good sleep.

Xiao Yan caressed the cheek of the girl on his lap, but she didn't respond at all, she was in a deep sleep, so he raised his eyes and ordered Zhao Qian: "Open the car door for me."

Holding the person in his arms, Xiao Yan got out of the car and walked into the house.

He carried Jomo into the bedroom, because sitting on the ground of the cemetery, both of them were dusty.

Especially Qiao Mo, who was lying there before, covered in ashes.

Xiao Yan took off her coat and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her whole body in white.

He took one side of the pajamas and put it on for her, took off her pants and shoes, pulled the other side of the quilt to cover her, and was just about to get up to fetch hot water to wash her face and hands, when the person on the bed was subconsciously dead Grab his fingers.

Qiao Mo frowned and murmured coquettishly, "Father...don't leave..."

Sleeping so soundly, he could still grab him and not let him go. Xiao Yan could not help but hold his forehead, and laughed dumbly. He sat back again, held her hand with one hand, stroked her hair with the other, and looked at her with pity. Her eyes and face were red from crying.There were not so many well-dressed kimonos beside her and lay down, looking sideways at the blush on her face that had not faded due to drunkenness, couldn't help but kissed her.

Qiao Mo's arm hugged his neck involuntarily, nestled in his arms and called "Dad".

How sad it should be, how sad it should be, so when the longing bursts out, it is so lengthy.

Xiao Yan took out a velvet brocade box, opened it, and inside was a slender anklet. On the anklet was a delicate and chic little bell, which would ring when touched lightly.

These days, he has always wanted to give it to her, but he has never had the chance.

He put the anklet on her ankle, tightly around her.

……

This night, Xiao Yan didn't do anything, but stayed by her side quietly.

Qiao Mo was so drunk that he woke up the next day with a splitting headache. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't remember what happened last night.

She rubbed her temples and murmured to herself: "I seem to be drunk."

She got out of bed with bare feet and went to the bathroom to take a shower. She felt much more comfortable. The clothes she wore yesterday were still in the basket for dirty clothes, and she hadn't had time to take them out for washing. Last night... Xiao Yan changed them for her. clothes?

When she went downstairs, Xiao Yan was about to have breakfast, and seeing water dripping from her hair, he beckoned her over.

Qiao Moyan obediently walked over, wearing comfortable home clothes, revealing white slender ankles, and the bells on the anklets moved with the steps, making crisp sounds, which seemed very pleasant in the quiet morning.

Jomo heard the sound of the bell, and then realized that he was wearing an anklet that he had never seen before, and was slightly taken aback.

"This... what's going on?"

As soon as Qiao Mo came to his side, he grabbed his little hand and sat in his arms. Pressing the girl's temples with his slender fingers, he asked softly, "Does your head still hurt?"

Last night, Qiao Mo was in the cemetery and drank a lot of Erguotou. Even a person with a good capacity for alcohol may get drunk after drinking so much high-strength Erguotou, let alone Qiao Mo who has no capacity for alcohol?

Qiao Mo's head was still hurting, Xiao Yan handed the sober soup that was still warm on the table to her mouth, "Drink a little."

Qiao Mo pursed his lips, thanking the bowl indifferently, "What is this?"

"Hangover soup."

Then he opened his small mouth and took two sips obediently.

Immediately, he pushed again and stopped drinking.

Xiao Yan's deep eyes stared at her for a moment, and his big hand suddenly grabbed her ankle. Qiao Mo was unprepared, and shrank subconsciously, and the anklet bell on the ankle rang again.

He stroked her ankle with his slender fingers, "I've always wanted to give it to you, but too many things happened recently, so I didn't catch up with the good opportunity."

Qiao Mo's eyes lowered slightly, staring at the anklet on the ankle, and said with the corners of his lips bent: "Do you know? It is said that putting an anklet on a lover's ankle can hold her tightly for the rest of her life. I don't know, yes not true……"

"Xiao Mo." Xiao Yan's lips fell on her lips as if there was nothing, and he said in a deep voice, "Even if Dad is gone, I will still be there."

Jomo put his arms around his neck and sighed deeply.

Regarding the wedding, Xiao Yan didn't mention it again. Qiao Sheng just passed away, so it's not suitable to hold a wedding at this time.

……

Jomo has been depressed since Qiao Sheng passed away.

Jomo recalled what the doctor said to her at the beginning, the complications and sequelae after the abortion led to the possibility of infertility...

Xiao Yan got up in the morning and had breakfast. Seeing that Qiao Mo's mood finally calmed down during these days, his mood also rose a little.

Qiao Mo sent him to the door, but he grabbed his wrist and put it in his arms. He whispered in her ear: "Xiao Mo, be good, wait for me at home."

Qiao Mo smiled helplessly, pushed him away and said, "Okay, I'm fine, I won't do anything stupid. If I really want to do something stupid, I won't wait until today."

Xiao Yan nodded slightly, but he was confused when he was concerned, for fear that Qiao Mo would do something to hurt himself.

His fingers stroked her little face, "I'm leaving."

After Xiao Yan left, Qiao Mo packed his bag and cell phone and went straight to the hospital.

……

This time, Jomo made an appointment with an expert from another well-known hospital in Haicheng.

When the call came to Jomo, Jomo took a deep breath before going in.

The female doctor was standing in front of the glass window, slowly drinking a bottle of pure water in her hand. She was tall and slender, wearing a white coat, and she was charming and willful in her uniqueness.

When the female doctor turned around, she was slightly taken aback when she saw Qiao Mo.

"Sit down, what's the situation?"

The female doctor looked at Qiao Mo's medical records. The name was written on the medical records. The female doctor was slightly startled, chewing on her name: "Jomo?"

Qiao Mo was puzzled, but didn't think too much, "I...have experienced two miscarriages, and I went to other hospitals for examination before, saying that it may be difficult to conceive a child."

The female doctor smiled slightly and continued to ask: "Do you want to continue the treatment, or re-confirm whether the diagnosis result is accurate?"

Jomo bit his lip, "All of them."

The female doctor nodded, "Okay, then I'll help you do the examination."

……

Half an hour later, Jomo came out of the hospital disheartened.

The female doctor in the office frowned slightly as she looked at the patient's medical records on the computer screen.

Joe Mo...

If it's not a coincidence, if her memory is good enough, then this Qiao Mo... is the girl in the photo that Xiao Yan put in his wallet six years ago.

six years ago……

Su Qingwan called Xiao Ruqing.

"Hi, auntie, I'm Qingwan."

Xiao Ruqing was startled, but said happily: "Qingwan? Why did you suddenly think of calling your aunt?"

Su Qingwan looked at Qiao Mo's medical records, bent her lips and said, "Auntie, I just returned to China and settled down to work."

"Come to our house for dinner tonight. I'll call Ayan and his wife. You haven't met Ayan's wife yet, have you? You just met her."

"That's right, A Yan got married and didn't even invite me to the wedding. Speaking of which, I haven't met his wife formally yet. After all, I'm also his childhood sweetheart."

"Then it's settled, come over for dinner tonight."

"it is good."

(End of this chapter)