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

Chapter 184 The Man Who Asked for a Goodnight Kiss
A group of people surrounded Qiao Mo, Qiao Mo blushed, and then he answered someone's phone...

The girls around Qiao Mo stared at her expectantly, wanting to hear what she would say to the groom.

On the phone, Xiao Yan's voice was deep and magnetic, even through the phone, it penetrated into Qiao Mo's heart.

Jomo asked, "What's the matter?"

Her voice was a little cold, and she was really not used to it, talking sweet words to him in full view.

Xiao Yan on the other end frowned slightly, "I really shouldn't listen to your suggestion. Why are the bride and groom not allowed to meet before the wedding?"

Qiao Mo suppressed a smile and said, "It's just for good luck."

Xiao Yan had keen ears and asked, "Why are you so noisy?"

Qiao Mo glanced at those concerned eyes, and couldn't help but laugh, "Many classmates and friends came over for dinner. It's a family dinner, arranged by my brother."

Among them, one was a female classmate of Qiao Mo's university. She pushed Qiao Mo, half seriously, half teasingly: "Momo, please ask your Mr. Xiao, is he really good?"

Qiao Mo's face was red all the way to his ears, and he subconsciously covered the phone receiver.

However, Xiao Yan over there had already heard the voice here.

The man's voice was clear, "What? What are you talking about about me?"

Jomo quickly explained: "Oh, it's nothing, just asking some details about how we met."

The man's righteous words pierced through: "It's a lie. I heard the word 'powerful'."

Qiao Mo was quick to wit, "Yes, they...my classmates said that you are very powerful, and you have such a huge group at a young age."

The female students around him booed one after another, pointed at Qiao Mo, and said meaningfully: "Oh! Silently lying!"

Xiao Yan's hearing ability is good, and besides, his reverie ability is also good...

However, now he wants to tease her face to face...

The man's voice was gorgeous and sexy, and he only said one sentence to Jomo on the other end: "I'm downstairs."

Jomo was stunned for a moment, "...What? Where are you?"

"Come down."

Qiao Mo was shocked by the man's concise words. With a sweet smile on his face, he answered hastily to the other end of the phone: "I see."

Jomo hung up the phone and said to those friends, "I'll buy you a midnight snack for you, and you can play."

Her heart was beating, and she went downstairs quickly.

At this time, the night breeze in Haicheng was slightly cool, and in the dark night, through a ray of light, the tall and straight figure of the man was leaning lazily beside the black Spyker. Obviously, he had been waiting for her for a long time.

For some reason, it was obvious that the wedding was going to be held tomorrow, and even though they were already old couples, Qiao Mo's heart was still beating uncontrollably.

Excited, shy, nervous... and excited, and so much joy.

This night's meeting was like a sneaky stalking, with extra surprise and excitement.

Qiao Mo lowered his head slightly, raised his steps, ran into a trot, and bumped into the man's arms, into his cool arms.

After being dazed for a second, Xiao Yan wrapped his long arms around her body tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his flesh and blood.

His voice was hoarse and magnetic, revealing tenderness and pampering, his thin lips fell down quickly, rustling by her ears.

"It's really not right to hand you over to someone else."

It's only been a day, not even 24 hours, yet he misses her crazily.

Jomo chuckled, "I regret it too."

While kissing her, the man frowned and asked, "Huh?"

Jomo's little hand reached into his coat, hugged his waist, and smiled at him in the blink of an eye, but did not answer.

He didn't know how terrifying those rotten girls were.

When it comes to dirty jokes, his face doesn't blush and his heart skips a beat. He even asks for details. Qiao Mo has always been thin-skinned.

"Amazing?" Xiao Yan whispered in her ear, "Tell your classmates that I am amazing?"

Qiao Mo shrank his neck, covered his thin lips with his small hands, "Not now."

"Not even a kiss?"

Jomo didn't let go, shook his head and reminded him: "You forgot, I'm going to wear a wedding dress tomorrow."

The implication is that he can't even kiss her.

Xiao Yan pushed her little hand away, and her thin lips fell domineeringly on her lips.

Kiss, it's all right.

The long and obsessive kiss almost drowned Qiao Mo. She leaned softly in his arms, and said softly and sweetly, "I promised them to buy supper."

"Yeah." Xiao Yan wrapped her slender body with a coat.

With his big hand, he touched the thinness of her body, frowned and reprimanded slightly: "Why don't you wear a little more and take it off?"

Jomo pursed his lips, smiled and said nothing.

Those who were teased by those people were already blushing. What clothes did they need to wear? They just felt hot all over.

What's more, when he called, even though she was in the apartment with a heart, she had already rushed down and threw herself into his arms.

Where can I still care about adding clothes?
"I'm not cold, let's help them buy supper."

Xiao Yan stubbornly took off his coat, put it on her shoulders, "Put it on!"

The man was stubborn, and Jomo didn't refuse. He just smiled and took his big hand with his little hand, interlocking his fingers, and walked to the night market not far from the apartment.

When he came back with a bunch of late-night snacks, Jomo returned the coat to him, "Then I'm going upstairs."

She hesitated, carrying the midnight snack, turned and went upstairs.

Xiao Yan clasped her wrist, pulled her back into his arms, and hugged her tightly.

"Before you go to accompany those classmates of yours, do you want to give me a goodnight kiss?"

Qiao Mo was slightly taken aback, this man is really...

She stood on tiptoe and kissed his thin lips lightly. When the lips were about to leave, the man's big hand held the back of her head. The hot kiss fell like a sudden storm.

Qiao Mo's breathing was short, and his heart sank quickly...

When the man let her go, she blushed and said, "Okay, now, I'm really going up."

"Let's go back."

Xiao Yan stood in the night, stared at her, and watched her enter the corridor.

Qiao Mo turned his head three times at a step, and the eyes of the two were lingering.

After Qiao Mo got into the elevator, his downcast eyes were funny, he was 25 years old, why did he still look like a little girl in love?

She looked up, and the reddish happy face was reflected in the elevator, and the corners of Qiao Mo's lips could not be controlled to rise.

Back in the apartment, her face was still flushed, and her lips were slightly red and swollen from the man's kiss.

When I gave them supper, I just felt that the eyes of these rotten girls seemed to see through her...

She is so guilty.

The crowd groaned.

They played until eleven o'clock in the middle of the night before those classmates and friends let Qiao Mo go.

After taking a shower and doing facial care, Qiao Mo was free to lie down on the bed and watch his mobile phone.

In fact, I wanted to see if Xiao Yan called or sent a text message.

Sure enough, there was a missed call.

Called back, and the other end quickly picked up.

The man had already arrived home, but he asked, "Are those of your classmates satisfied with supper?"

"They ate a lot. They should taste good. Are you home yet?"

"Got home."

Qiao Mo gave a soft "Oh" and said, "The guests have already left, I'm going to sleep now."

Xiao Yan said calmly: "Well, they are gone, but I'm still reminiscing about that goodnight kiss."

Even through the teasing on the phone, Qiao Mo's face turned red.

The man said again: "If it wasn't for the wedding tomorrow, I would never let you go tonight. But now, the wedding night expectations are even higher."

What, actually looking forward to the wedding night because of this kind of thing.

Qiao Mo was so molested that he couldn't bear it anymore, so he hurriedly said to the other end of the phone: "A Yan, see you tomorrow. Good night."

"Well, good night, I'll pick you up at ten o'clock tomorrow."

Qiao Mo's heart warmed up, he nodded, and replied, "Yeah."

After hanging up the phone, I rolled around on the bed excitedly.

Even Qiao Mo himself was shocked, does she still look like a 25-year-old married woman?
Tomorrow is just a make-up wedding, but she is happy like a little girl.

……

The next day, around five in the morning, the doorbell rang.

Jomo was woken up from his sleep, thinking that the makeup artist had come, changed his clothes, and went to open the door.

But when he opened the door, he saw that familiar yet terrifying face.

Song Xiazhi! ! !
But Qiao Mo didn't even have time to react, he was already dizzy before his eyes, and his consciousness passed out.

……

When Qiao Mo woke up again, his eyes were dim, and he was in an old warehouse.

As for Song Xiazhi, he sat on the side, sneered, and stared at her who had just woken up.

Qiao Mo frowned, "Are you alive?"

She was shocked by Song Xiazhi's appearance.

Unexpectedly, Song Xiazhi did not die in that car accident.

However, half of Song Xiazhi's face was ruined, probably caused by that car accident. Coupled with her cold eyes now, it looked weird and terrifying.

"You are not allowed to die, but I am not allowed to die? Jomo, do you know why God gave me a chance to survive?"

Qiao Mo clenched his palms tightly and stared at her defensively, "What on earth do you want to do? You failed to kill me last time, and it's the same this time. Song Xiazhi, don't struggle anymore, and surrender yourself!"

"Surrender yourself?" Song Xiazhi smiled coldly, "If I really wanted to surrender, I would have done so about two years ago."

Jomo didn't understand, and looked at her suspiciously.

Song Xiazhi pursed her lips, "Two years ago, I sent someone to bump into you who was pregnant. Since Brother Xiao didn't want you at that time, I will help him and get rid of the child in your belly. However, I didn't expect Qiao Mo, your life is really great, you were in two car accidents, and you are still alive."

Qiao Mo squeezed a cold sweat in the palm of his hand. Even though he was afraid in his heart, he pretended to be calm and said, "This is my life! Song Xiazhi, you'd better let me go now!"

"Don't worry, I'll notify Brother Xiao later."

Qiao Mo was startled and informed Xiao Yan...

What exactly does Song Xiazhi want to do?
She didn't do anything to her right now, but chose to inform Xiao Yan, what is Song Xiazhi's purpose?
A deeper level of fear swept through Qiao Mo's heart.

She saw the explosives beside Song Xiazhi!

She...wouldn't plan to die with them, would she?

……

On the other side, Xiao Yan was putting on the groom's tuxedo and was about to go out to pick up Qiao Mo, when the phone rang.

"Brother Xiao, do you still remember me?"

Xiao Yan frowned, his black eyes were narrowed, "Song Xiazhi?"

"It turns out that Brother Xiao still remembers me."

"You're not dead?" Xiao Yan felt unexpected, and his voice was cold.

Song Xiazhi on the other end giggled, "Brother Xiao, I'm chatting with Sister Qiao. Would you like to come over and chat with us?"

"Song Xiazhi!"

(End of this chapter)