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

Chapter 177 The Kitchen or the Sofa, Choose

Qiao Mo was half-dragged and half-carried by him into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, the two of them stood under the small shower in the bathroom. Xiao Yangang soaped her up, and there was a "click", and the power went off.

Jomo got into his arms in fright, and the shower, which was still spraying warm water, fell on the two of them.

The little woman's little hand tightly held his strong arm, and whispered softly: "Why did the power suddenly cut off...?"

Xiao Yan's thoughts were not on the power outage at all. In the darkness, his black eyes glistened, and he said in a forbearing hoarse voice: "If it's not that the landlord has turned off the switch, it's that the fuse has blown out. I'll fix it later, don't be afraid."

Jomo writhed in his arms, rubbing against him, burning with anger.

But this little woman didn't know it at all, and her little hands were still touching him, "A Yan, take a shower quickly, and go out to fix it after washing..."

"What do you want a light for? Huh?" The man clasped her slender waist with his big palm, pressed his breath against her small ears, and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Mo, you are so slippery."

The slippery little thing, in his arms, looked like a snake.

Qiao Mo's face flushed, this man...is still in the mood to joke around at this time.

With a small fist, he thumped him lightly, "Hurry up and wash..."

The next moment, Xiao Yan precisely reached for her lips, and grabbed her lips fiercely.

"Well……"

"Heideng blind, easy to handle!"

Qiao Mo trembled violently in his arms, the corners of his eyes were wet and hot from his kiss, and he murmured in his small mouth: "A Yan, I'm afraid..."

What is she afraid of, how could he not know?

Everything that happened today scared her.

"If you're scared, hold me tight."

The celebration tonight was as gentle and gentle as a long stream of water.

He was taking care of her little emotions and comforting her even more.

Qiao Mo's fingers pinched into the flesh of his shoulder, and she spoke in a muffled voice, whether it was water or tears that fell, her voice was very hoarse, "A Yan, if... I really can't conceive a child in my life, what to do?"

"If you can't get pregnant, you can't get pregnant, so what?"

He carefully explored the flesh and bones made of water in his arms, it was soft and delicate, smooth in the mouth, full of tenderness lingering in his heart, he wished to eat it bite by bite.

What is obsession, cherishment, intoxication, more intense than first love, without these in the future, without Qiao Mo, life will not be complete.

……

"Xiaomo...call me."

Qiao Mo was shy, "Ayan...Ayan."

"wrong."

"Forehead……?"

"It should be, husband."

Qiao Mo hesitated: "Old, husband."

For the first time, in front of him, so formally, I called him husband.

This man seemed to be stimulated, and pestered her all night.

……

It was already noon when Jomo woke up, looking around the room, it was quiet.Xiao Yan went out.

She got up slowly to take a shower, and saw red marks all over her body in the mirror, her cheeks were hot, and she lowered her head to take a bath seriously.

Last night, after going out of the bathroom and on the bed, the insatiable man still didn't let her go, and pestered her to ask for it again.

When she came out wrapped in a bath towel after washing, Xiao Yan had already returned.

Pointing to the fresh-keeping film wrapped on her plaster, the handsome face was lost: "Since when did the wife become smart?"

"It's a pity that I thought about it one day too late."

Qiao Mo beat his little head with his hand, and said angrily, "Stupid."

"Don't beat it, the more you beat it, the more stupid you will be."

Xiao Yan put the steamed buns she had just bought on the table, took her by the hand and sat down, "Hurry up and eat something, and go to your unit after eating."

"Why do you go to the company?"

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes showed a fierce look, "After the fall, settle the score!"

"There was such a commotion at the entrance of the unit, and I even got into a fight with Hu Fei. It's really shameful."

Xiao Yan leaned forward, took a bite of the steamed bun in the little woman's hand, and ruffled her hair: "I will explain, and I won't make you difficult."

Jomo let out a muffled "hmm".

After breakfast, Zhao Qian came to pick him up. The two held hands and boarded the Maybach.

……

When they arrived at the unit, when Liu Hua and Zhu Ying saw Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo, their eyes froze for a moment, and then they panicked.

Zhu Ying immediately felt guilty and wanted to leave, but Qiao Mo stopped her.

Zhu Ying took a deep breath, and said loudly with guilt, "What do you want to do? This matter has nothing to do with me! If you want to settle accounts with someone, you shouldn't look for me!"

Qiao Mo sneered, if Liu Hua and Zhu Ying really have feelings for each other, at this moment, Zhu Ying puts all the blame on Liu Hua, does it look like they have feelings for each other?
"I don't want to do anything, I just want to tell you that if you use me as a scapegoat because I look easy to bully when I first joined the company, then you are wrong. My husband, no matter In every aspect, Liu Hua or any boyfriend you date can't compare to it."

Jomo was angry, but she smiled contemptuously and said to them: "Shameless people like you, it's just right to rot together."

……

Both Liu Hua and Zhu Ying were dismissed by the unit and put on a certain blacklist. Probably from then on, they will never be able to continue in the fashion design industry.No company would dare to use them.

Moreover, after the lawsuit was settled, Liu Hua and Hu Fei were temporarily detained by the police station on suspicion of fraud and personal assault.

As for Zhu Ying, as an accomplice, Xiao Yan asked for a large amount of compensation, which was enough to make Zhu Ying completely lose her self-sufficiency in Qingcheng.

……

After the matter was perfectly resolved, the plaster cast on Qiao Mo's hand was finally removed.

Along the way, there was a sweet smile on his little face.

Xiao Yan's face was dark and handsome.

"You're so happy to have the plaster removed? Huh?"

Qiao Mo made a "head" and paused with a smile, "No, I just think...it's easy to do things."

Xiao Yan leaned over her body and pressed her ear with a sexy voice: "Why didn't I think of it? Indeed, it's much easier to do."

A thunderbolt from the blue, Lei's Jomo Wai Jiaolinnen.

She was talking about housework...

……

Back in Qiao Mo's small apartment, as soon as Xiao Yan entered, he rolled her into his arms and pressed her against the wall.

"Half a month, how do you want to make it up? Make it up in one go, or in batches?"

Jomo shrank his little hands, at a loss: "..."

Half a month apart, is it really necessary to make up all of it? !
Can she refuse this proposal...

"Ayan, my back hurts..."

The man didn't pay attention to it at all, his handsome and forbidding face drooped heavily, and asked, "Kitchen or sofa, whichever you choose."

Qiao Mo trembled, "...it's still... the bed... right... hey..."

The man picked her up horizontally, entered the bedroom, and kicked the door hard with his feet.

Jomo still has time to worry about her door, "Hey, take it easy, this door is not strong! If you kick it, the landlord will scold you! You will have to pay for it!"

"Shut up!" Stop spoiling the atmosphere!
Jomo: "Don't tear it up, I have no clothes to wear..."

"Joe, Mo——!"

Xiao Yan glared at her sullenly.

Qiaomenunu's small mouth was flattened with aggrieved lips, "Okay... I won't say anymore..."

This man, can you stop thinking about this all the time?

As soon as Xiao Yan grabbed her waist, he buckled it on the small bed, and frowned deeply. He didn't pay attention to it before, but now he realized that this little woman's waist has become so thin. can be broken.

"Jomo..."

"Don't attack me, I've already taken it off. Ah Yan, come here."

The little woman hugged Xiao Yan's head, buried it in her chest, and whispered, "Ah Yan, turn off the light..."

The house was dilapidated and old, and Jomo was afraid that some poor-quality neighbors would peek at them.

The light dimmed in an instant, Xiao Yan pressed her under his chest, hugged her tightly, his long fingers slid all the way across her slender and trembling back, a little bit painful and thin.

Then he stuck it to her ear, breathed lightly, and asked distressedly: "Why do you not let me worry so much? Take care of yourself like this?"

His lips could not help but began to rustle and kiss her.

Jomo muttered: "Where is there...? Am I fine?"

Xiao Yan stopped, looked deeply into her pure eyes, pinched her poor thin waist, "You are like this, you take good care of yourself?"

There was a slight sullenness and accusation in his tone.

The little woman hugged him flatteringly, "Oh, sometimes I don't have time to cook when I'm busy, and I just lost weight after eating instant noodles for many days... Aren't you here? Starting tomorrow, we will They cook great meals."

Xiao Yan pinched her small chin with his long fingers, and stared at her sharply with his black eyes through the darkness: "Instant noodles? Is that something people eat?"

Jomo: "..."

Only then did Qiao Mo realize that he had slipped his tongue, his big black eyes widened, and he subconsciously covered his small mouth.

Xiao Yan pursed his lips, and smiled sinisterly, "Why don't you say it?"

Jomo didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, he was as obedient as a child who made a mistake.

After a long while, Xiao Yan stared at her so that the hair on the spine was almost creepy, Qiao Mo said slowly: "A Yan...you...don't you want to do it?"

The man hugged her from the waist and abdomen, and said coldly: "I'm not interested in those who don't feel the touch."

Jomo was speechless: "..."

This man can turn faces faster than books.

Jomo had no choice but to get up, picked up the white shirt he had taken off on the ground, put it on casually, and was about to go to the bathroom to wash up.

A force behind her grabbed her suddenly, and the two of them fell onto the flimsy little bed.

The crib made a "creak".

Xiao Yan's big hand caressed the little woman's face, and the slightly rough callus on the palm rubbed against the skin, feeling very warm.

Qiao Mo's little hand covered the back of his hand, and his voice was soft and sticky, calling him with a blushing face: "Husband..."

The man's lips approached inch by inch——

The little woman closed her eyes subconsciously, waiting for the impending kiss.

But after a while, the shackles disappeared when he lightened up. Qiao Mo opened his eyes, only to find that Xiao Yan had got up and went to the kitchen.

Qiao Mo jumped off the bed, ran into the kitchen, and hugged the man's waist from behind, "Xiao Yan...don't be angry...can I be wrong?"

Xiao Yan stopped what he was doing, pushed her little hand away, turned around, looked at the little woman who was much shorter than him, "Tell me, what's wrong with you?"

Qiao Mo pouted his mouth, and admitted his mistake pitifully, "Everything is wrong. You are angry... because I am eating instant noodles, right?"

With big eyes, blinking, he asked tentatively.

"I can control what you eat?" The man said arrogantly.

Qiao Mo smiled sweetly, his big eyes squinted into crescent moons, and he said obviously flatteringly: "I will listen to you in the future. If you let me eat carrots, I am willing!"

The man shook his head helplessly, lowered his body, picked her up in his arms, and walked into the room, "Now, do what you didn't finish just now."

Jomo blushed: "..."

If I knew it earlier, I would stop coaxing him!

The small bed dangled like a boat, and might collapse at any moment.

Jomo: "Take it easy...! The bed, the bed... is going to collapse!"

"Boom—" the bed collapsed...

Jomo: "..."

Xiao Yan hugged her, rolled to one side of the carpet, and continued to want her regardless.

"Bed, bed... what to do?!" Qiao Mo was anxious.

Xiao Yan didn't care at all, and was about to start a new round of fighting when the doorbell rang outside the door without stopping.

Jomo clenched his small fist and beat him on the shoulder: "Quick, let go of me...it must be the neighbor...!"

It's over, it's over, she's going to be famous now, and the neighbors in this building have to know that she collapsed the bed after sex with her husband.

(End of this chapter)