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

Chapter 215 Mom and Xiao Yan, who do you choose?

When he arrived at his home in Switzerland, he saw a completely new look in front of him, with the courtyard and the thick European-style gate that looked like an old castle.

Houses in Switzerland are completely different from Xinyuan villas in China, all of which are decorated in European style.

There is even a fireplace in the living room, Qiao Mo happily walked over, looked at Xiao Yan and said, "A Yan, there is actually a fireplace here."

Xiao Yan put down his luggage, walked behind her, wrapped his long arms gently around her body, and asked in her ear, "How is it, do you like it?"

Qiao Mo nodded his head, "A Yan, do you know? When I was in high school, there were female students in my class who were reading romance novels. What I was looking forward to most was to be like the heroine in the novel, to be able to stand in the cold. In winter, sitting in front of the fireplace with the male protagonist, while sipping red wine and muffins, while baking the fireplace."

"Then this winter, we can do that."

Jomo was really happy. After arriving in Switzerland, her whole body seemed to be refreshed. She seemed to have forgotten the troubles and anxieties in the country. Looking at the villa in Switzerland, she was full of joy.

Jomo leaned in his arms, "The decoration here is the same as my dream home."

Which girl doesn't like romance?
The European-style castle is full of magic and romance, and Jomo is no exception, and I like it very much.

In such a huge old castle, Jomo suddenly became curious and asked, "Where is our bedroom?"

Xiao Yan glanced at the time on the ancient wall. It was already seven o'clock in the afternoon. After taking such a long flight, they all needed to rest and make up for the jet lag.

Especially her.

Holding her in his arms, Jomo screamed unpreparedly.

"Ah—Ayan...!"

The man was already hugging her, stretched his long legs, and went upstairs easily, "Our bedroom is on the second floor, and we haven't given you a wedding, so now, you can enjoy the feeling of the groom holding you into the new house."

Qiao Mo bit his lip slightly, stretched out his arms to hug his neck, leaned his small face into his chest, and whispered softly: "Actually, it doesn't matter, it's just a formality..."

All she cared about was being with him.

In a blink of an eye, we have reached the second floor. Along the way, there are ancient murals on the walls, which look mysterious and beautiful.

There are countless rooms, large and small, of all kinds.

Jomo widened his eyes and asked, "Which one is our bedroom?"

Holding the little girl in his arms, Xiao Yan strode left.

An ancient European-style double door was tightly closed.

Xiao Yan's thin lips curled slightly, and he told her: "Push away."

Jomo held the handle and pushed it away with a little effort. In front of his eyes, he saw a bedroom with a large area, which was decorated in a romantic but stylish way. The color tone incorporated many elements of European murals. Jomo felt that sleeping in this kind of room would be a good idea. It's not sleep, it's a dream of sleep.

The woman's little hand patted the man's arm, "Hey, put me down!"

Jumping down from his arms, he flung himself onto the bed with his arms outstretched.

Mmm... so soft.

Xiao Yan gently pressed down from above her, his lower abdomen was hard, pressing against her back and thighs.

Qiao Mo blushed, frowned and muttered, turned around, held his handsome face in his small hands, and asked, "Don't you need to go to the company to take care of it today?"

"You want to drive me away as soon as you get home?"

Qiaomenunu pursed his lips and buried his face under the quilt, "Of course not. Since you don't want to go to the company, let's take a rest first."

"Before the rest, there is one more important thing to do."

Jomo didn't react for a while, and asked, "Huh?"

The man had already got up and hugged her horizontally, "Go take a bath first."

Jomo was held in his arms and shook his feet: "Hey, don't mess around!"

"I just want to take a simple bath, what are you thinking about with your little head?"

Qiao Mo blushed and buried himself in his chest, "I'm not thinking about it."

It's him who has been deliberately inducing her to think wrong.

……

On the second day after arriving in Switzerland, Qiao Mo had a good night's sleep, and Kun got up lazily, with some soreness and discomfort left by the long-distance flight. Looking at the bedside, he was refreshed, wearing a straight suit with a drape The man hugged him sullenly, rubbed his small face on his back, and muttered: "A Yan, what do you usually eat, why are you so energetic?"

She can't do it, not to mention just sitting on a plane for more than ten hours, if she does it with him once, she will die soon.

Jomo's small face leaned against his back, closed his eyes, and continued to rest.

Jomo was sleepy, the man pulled her to him, lowered her neck, and she obediently reached out to help him tie his tie.

"Are you going to the branch company for business?"

Xiao Yan gave a faint "um" and frowned slightly, "Those foreigners are very difficult to deal with, and they may not be able to come back for lunch."

Qiao Mo couldn't help smiling, and while helping him straighten his tie, he said, "Do you still have someone who is difficult to deal with? I thought you were the most difficult person in the world to deal with!"

"Huh?" The man raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

Qiao Mo tied his tie and said, "My family, A Yan, even if he meets a difficult person, he can handle it with ease, right?"

The words slipped out of her mouth so smoothly, she didn't even realize that something was wrong.

It wasn't until those deep black eyes were staring at her burningly that she lifted her small face and looked at him puzzled, why... he looked like he was going to eat her...

Could it be that last night, when he pestered her, it was the result of his failure in the end, which resulted in...

Morning, dissatisfied man?

Jomo turned around quickly, trying to slip out of his arms, but was stopped by the man's long arms and hugged him tightly, "What did you say just now?"

"Ah...?" Did she say anything?

"Say it again, let me listen."

She was confused, "Say what?"

"Which family am I from?" the man asked aggressively.

Qiao Mo blushed a little, and then he came to his senses, and said coquettishly: "Who is it! I don't understand what you are talking about!"

"Don't go-"

His long arms tightly wrapped around her slender waist, Qiao Mo was ashamed, stuffed in his chest, and beat him with his small fists, "My family's...my family's! It's alright!"

The corners of the man's thin lips rose slightly.

Qiao Mo only felt his heart beating faster, pressed his chest, and thought to himself, when will this old man start to act like a baby.

In my heart, it seems to be drenched with a thick layer of honey, sweet.

Xiao Yan stood behind her arranging the cufflinks, and said lightly: "Why don't you come to the company with me, huh?"

Qiaomenunu said, "I don't want it. When you talk to those foreigners, you use professional words every sentence. You don't even know what you are talking about. There are boring entertainments. I treat you like an idiot." Being around you...will distract you. Forget it..."

She muttered softly, lowered her face, and complained a little.

Xiao Yan laughed, reached out and rubbed her little head, "It's up to you."

"I'm going to take a look around today. If I see a supermarket, I'll go buy some ingredients."

She stretched out her small hand, with two white palms facing him, like a child, asking for money.

Xiao Yan took out money from his wallet and handed it to her, "There are not all gentlemen abroad, so be careful when you go out, and call me if you need something."

Qiao Mo packed up the money, put it in his pocket, and muttered in a low voice: "Is there anyone with more money than you...?"

As expected, the man frowned, "How do you talk?"

Qiao Mo pursed his lips, "I'm just kidding..."

"There are bicycles in the garage, but you should not be used to the pros and cons, so don't ride them. You are pregnant now, it would be bad if you fell and knocked."

To avoid accidents.

The little woman snorted, "Hmph, look down on me."

His usually cold eyes softened, and he looked at her with nostalgia.

Qiao Mo pushed him bouncingly, urging him: "Hurry up, be careful of being late for the meeting!"

……

After Xiao Yan left, Qiao Mo found his mobile phone. As soon as he turned it on, he found countless missed calls pouring in.

All are Lu Hailan's calls.

Jomo panicked and quickly called back.

After the phone was connected, Lu Hailan over there asked anxiously, "Xiaoxiao, why didn't you answer the phone? Are you trying to kill mom?"

Since getting on the plane yesterday, Qiao Mo's cell phone has been turned off, and when she got home, she and Xiao Yan took a rest and didn't bother to use the cell phone.In addition, in front of Xiao Yan, it was not easy for her to call Lu Hailan openly. Now, she dared not look at her phone until Xiao Yan left.

Unexpectedly, Lu Hailan has already called her so many times.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm in Switzerland now, and my phone has been off since yesterday. It's only now that I see you calling me so many times."

Lu Hailan frowned and said, "Have you arrived in Switzerland?"

"Mom, I came to Switzerland with Ayan, your side...is it alright?"

Now that Qiao Mo is far away in Switzerland, he doesn't know anything about the situation in Haicheng. Lu Hailan on the other end of the phone sighed and said, "Xiaoxiao, why can't you just listen to your mother and sever ties with this man? Last time this man sent someone to come I killed my mother, and you saw it too, if Mr. Rong hadn't blocked that bullet for you, you might have lost your child now. Why don't you just listen to your mother...?"

Qiao Mo bit his lip, "Mom, we really need to figure out the situation about the shooting last time. And... A Yan has already promised me that he will not hurt you again. A Yan always keeps his word, he will not lie to me of."

"He can send someone to kill me, and he can break his promise one day. Xiaoxiao, Mom asks you, between me and Xiao Yan, who do you choose?"

Holding the phone, Qiao Mo was taken aback. It was Xiao Yan who asked this question before, but now... Lu Hailan forced her to make a decision.

Why, they all want to force her?

Qiao Mo pursed his lips, frowned and said, "Mom, can you stop forcing me?"

"Your father's death, I will never forget it for the rest of my life. Xiaoxiao, I'm sorry, it's my mother who can't see it..."

"Mom, you are the one who gave birth to me, and Xiao Yan is the father of my child. You let me...how do I choose?"

(End of this chapter)