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

Chapter 209 An Angry Man Is Like a Beast
"Jomo, my injury is for you! Why should you stay and take care of me?"

Rongcheng Mo Xiemei hooked his lips, even if a man was injured, his wrist was much stronger than Qiao Mo's. He pulled Qiao Mo's slender wrist with all his strength, and pulled her straight into his arms.

Qiao Mo was suddenly pulled into a strange embrace, and she struggled in shock, her hand, in the wild struggle, accidentally pressed Rong Chengmo's injured left shoulder.

The man gasped in pain, snorted, and then frowned, "Woman, are you trying to murder your savior?!"

Qiao Mo blushed, apologized, and struggled to get up, "I'm sorry..."

However, if he hadn't been messing around, she wouldn't have fallen into his arms, and she wouldn't have touched his wound because of struggling.

Qiao Mo pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and said coldly: "Rong Chengmo, I will not take better care of you than those professional doctors. This time you helped me block a bullet, I will firmly hold you Keep that in mind, thank you."

Rong Chengmo leaned on the big bed, his amber pupils stared closely at her slightly cold face, and said with a sneer, "Thank you? I don't accept hypocritical expressions of thanks. If you really want to thank me, Express it in action.”

Qiao Mo's face flushed, and he raised his eyes to stare at him, but he had nothing to say: "You...!"

Although this man said bluntly, he was indeed right. A verbal thank you is meaningless.

But it is impossible for her to take care of him by his side, and it is even more impossible for her to cooperate with him casually and betray Xiao Yan just because he blocked a shot for her.

"Since Mr. Rong doesn't accept verbal thanks, Jomo didn't plan to express any action either. Mr. Rong should just take it as saving an ungrateful person. If there is nothing else, I'll leave first!"

Jomo got up and turned to leave.

Rong Chengmo behind him curled his lips and sneered, "I didn't expect you to be more shameless than me."

Qiao Mo took a deep breath and shot back: "Facing shameless people, of course you have to be even more shameless."

When Qiao Mo left the bedroom, Rong Chengmo pressed his chest and suddenly cried out in pain.

Qiao Mo was startled, turned around and walked over, and asked him worriedly, "How are you?"

Her wrist was quickly grasped tightly by the man's big hand.

Qiao Mo frowned, "Rong Chengmo, let go!"

"I really don't understand, what is better about that Xiao Yan than me? What makes you so devoted to him? He even sent someone to assassinate your mother. Even, if I didn't block that shot for you, it is very likely, His gun is aimed at you and the child in your stomach. Such a vicious and cruel man, are you sure you want to go back to him?"

Rong Chengmo's every word, in her ear, seemed to be brainwashed by the devil's voice, which made her slightly startled.

Qiao Mo's eyes were blank for a while, she bit her lip and struggled: "Even if this is the case, this has nothing to do with you!"

"Indeed, your life and death have nothing to do with me, but Qiao Mo, I am doing this for your own good! Xiao Yan treats you like this, why do you still follow him? You follow me, and you will have nothing less ! Mrs. Xiao has been doing this for so long, and still not tired? How about being my Mrs. Rong!"

The knuckles of Qiao Mo's grasped wrist were reddish. When Rong Chengmo said the last sentence, Qiao Mo reached out and slapped Rong Chengmo hard. The clear slap pierced through the eardrum.

Qiao Mo sneered and said word by word: "Even if you are the only man left in the world, I will not be with someone like you!"

Even if her final destination is not Xiao Yan, it is even less likely to be this shameless man in front of her!
Rong Chengmo smiled instead of anger, and the corners of his thin lips curled up, bringing a touch of evil charm and sexiness. He raised his lips and said: "You better not regret what you said, one day, you will take the initiative to come to me for help .”

Qiao Mo withdrew his wrist coldly, gave Rong Chengmo a hard look, then turned around and decided to leave.

Rong Chengmo looked at the empty palm and smiled.

Oh, what an interesting woman.

The more he resisted, the more he wanted to conquer her, and the more Xiao Yan's things belonged, the more he wanted to occupy her.

……

Qiao Mo calmly came out of Chengmo's bedroom with a cold expression on her face. After seeing her come out, Lu Hailan stepped forward to inquire.

"Xiaoxiao, how is President Rong?"

Qiao Mo replied blankly, "I can't die."

"You child... how do you talk?"

Qiao Mo frowned and said, "Mom, I should go."

She had been out for a long time, and only now did she realize that the sky outside had already turned dark.

However, the mobile phone she was carrying with her was silent for a long time.

A sense of panic and loss slipped through my heart for no reason.

She thought that Xiao Yan would look for her in a hurry.

Lu Hailan held her little hand and said worriedly: "Xiaoxiao, don't go back. Mom is worried that if you go back, Xiao Yan will kill you. After you find out that he is going to kill mom, if you confront him , I'm afraid that he...will be bad for you. "

Qiao Mo was not afraid of what Lu Hailan said. She didn't believe that Xiao Yan would point a gun at her.

Even less believed that Xiao Yan would kill her and her child.

It's not just her child, it's his too.

Qiao Mo sniffed and said, "Mom, I still have the amulet. Xiao Yan will not kill his own child."

Qiao Mo stroked his lower abdomen, his flustered heart finally felt a sense of security because of the existence of these two children.

She is very confused now, she can't tell who is right and who is wrong, Xiao Yan has his position, and Lu Hailan has her own position, but she is caught in the middle, and it is wrong to be more towards anyone.

This balance is very difficult to grasp, even if it is even, she is still doing something wrong.

She really didn't know what to do, but it was a matter of time before she faced Xiao Yan.

"Xiaoxiao, you can stay here tonight. Mom is really worried about you going back alone."

Qiao Mo smiled faintly, "Mom, if Xiao Yan really wanted to kill me, he wouldn't let me conceive his child. Mom, don't worry, nothing will happen to me."

What should be asked clearly must be asked clearly.

If Xiao Yan really did it, then Qiao Mo has only one choice, and that is...to break up with him.

But is it really about to end?
As long as he thinks that in the future, the rest of his life, he may not be destined to be with him, and he will not be able to live with him, Qiao Mo's heart will throb with pain, as if being controlled by a big hand, and he can't even breathe. Once, it hurts.

"Then if you have any problems, you have to call your mother, Xiaoxiao, you have to pay attention to everything."

Jomo nodded, turned and left.

……

When Qiao Mo returned to Xinyuan Villa, there was darkness in Xinyuan Villa.

In the house, the lights were not turned on, and the little rice bucket was whining and lying on the corridor, as if waiting for her to return.

Qiao Mo was a little puzzled, it was so late, did Xiao Yan come back yet?
Could it be that he was really angry with her, so he didn't go home and was still in the company?
For no reason, she let out a sigh of relief in her heart.

She was actually very afraid of facing Xiao Yan. She couldn't explain what happened in the coffee shop this afternoon. If she questioned Xiao Yan, it would be another quarrel, and this time it would only be more violent.

Because, the mastermind behind this incident, in fact, Qiao Mo understands that it is already a certain fact, but...

She still doesn't want to admit it.

Her husband was going to murder her biological mother, who would bear it?

Jomo walked into the corridor and picked up the little rice bucket lying on the ground.

"Little rice bucket, hasn't Ah Yan come back yet? Have you eaten yet?"

The little rice bucket was on her arm, and she whined twice.

Jomo carried the small rice bucket and entered the room. She entered the room and was about to turn on the light when a cluster of flames suddenly lit up on the sofa.

Jomo was taken aback. She hugged the small rice bucket and stood stiffly at the door.

And the cluster of flames on the sofa was shining brightly. Only then did Jomo realize that the man was sitting on the sofa, holding a lighter in his hand, and a cigarette dangling from his thinned lips. He lit the cigarette, and the sound Neither shallow nor light, neither angry nor angry, asked without any emotion: "Are you back?"

It was precisely because he couldn't hear any emotion that Qiao Mo became more cautious and panicked.

She is all too familiar.

This is Xiao Yan... a precursor to anger.

It was him who was really angry.

Jomo froze at the door, she didn't take a step forward, she pursed her lips a few times, and said in a hoarse voice: "Well, you, have you eaten yet?"

She held a small rice bucket in her arms, but her fingers trembled a little.

Xiao Yan put the cigarette in his mouth between his slender fingers, and puffed it out. With the dim light, he couldn't see the emotion on his face clearly.

"I didn't eat it. What about you?"

Xiao Yan's voice was as cold as if it came from hell.

Qiao Mo squeezed a cold sweat in his hands, "Oh, I didn't eat it either. I'll cook noodles for you."

Xiao Yan on the sofa was still sitting there motionless, smoking.

Jomo groped in the dark and found the light switch in the kitchen. After turning on the light, he cooked noodles absently in the kitchen.

The man sitting in the living room was calm and exuding a completely different coldness from usual. Although he was cold on weekdays, he was not so eerie and cold. Tonight he looked a bit like a Shura from hell.

Lu Hailan's words suddenly echoed in her ears, making her heart tremble violently.

Xiao Yan...will it really be detrimental to her and the child?

No.

Qiao Mo quickly rejected this idea. She could feel Xiao Yan's feelings for her and the child. How could he harm their mother and child?
She must be thinking too much.

After cooking the noodles restlessly, Qiao Mo came out from the kitchen carrying the noodles.

But the way to the living room was a bit dark, so she called softly, "Ayan, can you turn on the light? I can't see."

With the noodles in her hand, she couldn't free her hand.

Suddenly, a black shadow grabbed her slender waist.

Jomo was startled, and the hot noodles in his hand fell to the ground.

"Whoa-"

There was an ear-piercing sound, the bowl smashed on the tiles, and the crackling sound penetrated the eardrums.

Qiao Mo trembled slightly, "You, why did you suddenly...?"

Before she could finish her words, Xiao Yan's hot thin lips fell on her ears, and there was a cold and ruthless voice in her low and intoxicated voice, "Why did you come back so late?"

(End of this chapter)