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

Chapter 195 What Happens If We Become Enemies?

After Xiao Yan returned to Xinyuan Villa, he went straight upstairs.

The woman in the bedroom had a slightly red sleeping face, and her face was pressed into a few folds on the quilt.

Xiao Yan went to the bed and sat down, couldn't help teasing her, pinched her little face with long fingers, the little woman in her dream, with a sound of Ying Ning, opened her sleepy eyes, and looked at the man in front of her in a daze .

"You're back?"

Xiao Yan reached out and tapped her little nose, "How long have you slept?"

Qiao Mo's mind was heavy in sleep, and after waking up, he felt sad for a long time before waking up.

She sighed slightly, as if she was tired from sleeping, "I slept for a long time, and after you returned to the company, I have been sleeping until now."

Xiao Yan hugged her up, clasped her body with his long arms, and whispered in her ear in a hoarse voice: "Sleeping for so long, can I take you down for a walk?"

Jomer's whole body was limp and weak, and he really lacked exercise. He nodded, "Okay. I just went for a walk."

In the afternoon sun, facing the sea, the sea seems to be shining and the stars are shining brightly.

Qiao Mo had been absent-minded, Xiao Yan held her hand, suddenly turned his head, looked at her deeply, and asked, "Xiao Mo, what do you think of Rong Chengmo?"

Qiao Mo was startled, she didn't expect Xiao Yan to ask her this question suddenly, she frowned, "Rong Chengmo? Cunning, treacherous."

Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes, his black pupils radiated a probing light, he hooked his lips and smiled.

Qiao Mo remembered what happened in the morning, and suddenly subconsciously hooked Xiao Yan's big hand with his little hand.

After the man felt it, he stopped and looked back at her.

"what happened?"

Qiao Mo bit his lip slightly, and looked at him with a frown, "A Yan, if one day we become enemies, what will happen?"

Xiao Yanjun's face was stern, and he stared at her with cold and deep eyes. After a long while, he smiled slightly and said, "Why do you make such an assumption?"

With a tall and stern body, he walked up to her, his eyes fixed on her small face with deep eyes.

"I read a novel today. It said that the hero...is the heroine's father-killing enemy."

Xiao Yan's gaze has been staring at her intently, never moving away, his voice is even very light, without any ups and downs or waves, "Then this male lead is really unlucky."

Qiao Mo raised his eyes in surprise, "Why do you think it's the hero who is unlucky? Since the hero is the heroine's father-killing enemy, and the heroine falls in love with the hero, the heroine is struggling in her heart, and she should be very entangled."

Xiao Yan stared at her for a moment, "Then have you ever thought about it, the actor fell in love with the heroine, and after knowing this, he will bear more in his heart, because the one who owes will always be the most painful. As for the one who is owed, even if he struggles and struggles, he will take it for granted if he does something harmful."

Insights.

Qiao Mo raised his eyes, looked at the man in front of him, and lost his mind for a moment.

She pursed her lips slightly, gave a wry smile, then buried her head and continued to walk forward, "Maybe."

From behind, Xiao Yan suddenly grabbed her wrist and brought her into his arms. Her whole body was imprisoned in his arms.

Above the head, the voice was not gentle, even a little cold, with a hint of warning.

"No matter what kind of relationship we become, even if it becomes an enemy relationship, I will not let you go. Jomo, you have been away from me for two years, do you want to leave me for another two years?"

Qiao Mo was taken aback, her arm finally slowly landed on his waist, tightly gripping his shirt.

"I don't want to leave you for another two years."

Xiao Yan lowered his head and kissed her forehead. His voice was hoarse and low due to the sea breeze, as melodious as a cello. It was fascinating, "Even if we become enemies, we are still husband and wife."

What's more, she is still pregnant with his child, where does she want to go?
He won't allow it, absolutely not!
……

After returning from a walk outside, Jomo felt lost.

Perhaps it was because he realized that his intentions in telling that novel had probably been seen through by the sensitive and shrewd Xiao Yan, or he realized that he couldn't find an outlet to vent his emotions.

This time, it's not as simple as Rong Chengmo or Song Xiazhi between them, but it's very possible that this gap will be her mother...

In the evening, Xiao Yan handles official business in the study. At this point, he handles official business every day without any damage.

Today, Qiao Mo did not go into the study to accompany Xiao Yan, but went to the open-air balcony farthest from the study with his mobile phone in hand.

She made a phone call to Feng Che.

After the call was connected, Qiao Mo asked straight to the point: "Brother, I want to ask you something about our mother."

Feng Che on the other end was slightly taken aback, "Xiaoxiao, why did you suddenly remember to ask your mother?"

Originally, he didn't intend to bring her the grievances of the previous generation, not to mention that she is now Xiao Yan's wife, so there is no need for her to bear this pain.

Qiao Mo bit his lips and said, "Brother, I found out recently that my mother may still be alive."

"What did you say?" Feng Che was startled.

He was still young and didn't know much about what happened back then. He just heard from Qiao Bo that their mother went with their father after giving birth to Qiao Mo.

"Brother, my mother is not only alive, but it is very likely that she came back for revenge."

Feng Che slightly frowned, "Xiaoxiao, you know everything?"

Qiao Mo's eyes were soaked, he closed his eyes slightly, and said with a wry smile: "What you should know is just a matter of time."

"The grievances of the previous generation should not be borne by you."

"But if my mother really wants to take revenge, I won't stand idly by. I won't allow her to hurt Xiao Yan, and of course, I won't allow Xiao Yan to hurt her either."

"Xiaoxiao, don't worry about this matter, I'll send someone to investigate it now, and when I'm done with the matter at hand, I'll go back to Haicheng to deal with it."

Jomo's tears fell slowly, "Brother, I'm pregnant."

"Xiaoxiao, stay with Xiao Yan well. You don't need to bear the grievances of the previous generation. Even if the next generation bears it, it should be me, not you."

But that being said, how could Jomer not be involved?
On one side is her mother, on the other side is the man she loves the most in this life, and the father of her child.

The palm of the hand and the back of the hand, if you can only choose one, it will be painful to choose any one.

Qiao Mo knew that since his mother had found Rong Chengmo, she was determined to take revenge on Xiao Shi and Xiao Yan. The one who died back then was the love of his mother in this life. How could she not hold a grudge?
If it was Xiao Yan who died back then, I am afraid that she still had obsessions in her heart, even deeper obsessions than Lu Hailan.

After Qiao Mo hung up the phone, when he turned around, he bumped into a strong and broad chest.

The mobile phone in his hand fell suddenly, fell to the ground, and let out a wail.

Xiao Yan looked down at her coldly, "Who are you calling?"

Qiao Mo was a little confused, because she had just cried and her eyes were still red. She swallowed and said, "Oh, I, I'm calling my brother. Tell him that I'm pregnant."

Xiao Yan bent down, picked up the mobile phone on the ground, did not look at her mobile phone, but returned the mobile phone to her.

"Call my brother, what are you doing on the balcony?"

Qiao Mo's mind was in a mess, and she couldn't think of any good excuse for a while.

And Xiao Yan stretched out his hand and rubbed her little head, "It's cold here, just make a phone call indoors, what should you do if you catch a cold?"

Jomo lowered his head, "Oh, I'm afraid that if I call, it will disturb your work."

Xiao Yan's long finger landed on the corners of her reddish eyes, gently caressing them.

But he didn't ask anything, and didn't say anything. Instead, he bent down, picked Qiao Mo up by the waist, and entered the room.

Jomo stretched out his arms, hugged his neck, and buried his little face in his chest. Because of crying, his voice was hoarse and pitiful.

"Ayan, will one day we become enemies, will you not want me?"

Xiao Yan was silent for a long time, but did not answer.

It wasn't until Qiao Mo thought that he would never be able to wait for that answer that Xiao Yan spoke slowly, with a steady voice without any waves: "No, unless you let go, otherwise, I will never want you."

Jomo bit his lip and hugged his neck tighter.

……

In the middle of the night, Jomo had a nightmare.

Her forehead was wet with sweat.

Xiao Yan heard the dream talking of the people around him, so he stretched out his long arms and turned on the desk lamp beside him. Through the soft light, Qiao Mo was talking in his sleep in a sleepy state.

"Mother……"

Her voice was really too low, Xiao Yan leaned closer to listen, and asked softly: "Xiao Mo, what are you talking about?"

Qiao Mo's gray lips kept calling: "Mom...Mom..."

Xiao Yan's eyes sank.

In the end, Jomo was awakened by the nightmare and woke up screaming.

She hugged Xiao Yan's neck, hugged Xiao Yan indistinguishably from reality and fantasy, and called "Mom" several times in a row.

Xiao Yan's big hand landed on her back that was trembling because of fear, and stroked her fear and tension.

"What did you dream about?"

Jomo was speechless for a while, only parted his lips, unable to say anything.

She dreamed of Lu Hailan, she dreamed of Lu Hailan, holding her hand, pointing a gun at Xiao Yan's heart, screaming for her to kill Xiao Yan.

Qiao Mo refused, so Lu Hailan kept whispering the words "Kill my father and my enemy" in her ear.

Qiao Mo lost control and kept calling Lu Hailan's name, begging her to let Xiao Yan go.

Qiao Mo was terrified, but felt that this dream was too real.

She got into Xiao Yan's arms, hugged him tightly, drenched in cold sweat, closed her eyes tightly, bit her lips, and refused to say a word.

Xiao Yan felt the fear and panic of the person in his arms, so he only patted her lightly.

The deep and magnetic male voice fell on her ears, comforting in a low voice: "Xiao Mo is not afraid, it's just a nightmare."

What Qiao Mo is most afraid of is Xiao Yan's death.

Remembering the section in the Swiss mountains, Jomo was afraid of the sound of snow falling even now.

As long as the snow falls, her whole heart will be raised.

She held Xiao Yan's clothes tightly, raised her head, and leaned closer to her wet face.

Xiao Yan was very surprised, what was the meaning of this kiss in the middle of the night.

But maybe it's the person in front of him. For him, even a dose of poison is something he's willing to enjoy. He no longer wants to think about her abnormality, and has long since fallen into this unskilled active kiss.

(End of this chapter)