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

Chapter 22 A woman's gift is usually herself
The man's piercing black eyes were staring at Qiao Mo secretly, when the phone rang.

Jomo blinked and reminded him: "Your phone is ringing."

Xiao Yan frowned while listening to the phone, as if there was something important.

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Yan ordered lightly: "Go climb the mountain by yourself and go home before dark, okay?"

Jomo hesitated, "But if they plan to camp on the mountain tonight, I may not be able to come back."

"I'm sure you have a hundred ways to get back."

This man is really domineering. After she marries him, does this mean that she doesn't even have the freedom of life?

-

Shaw Building.

Zhao Qian followed behind Xiao Yan. After reporting today's itinerary and meeting, he paused and said, "Boss, Miss Su is waiting for you in the waiting room."

Xiao Yan paused slightly, and after only a second, his expression completely calmed down, and he continued to walk into the office, "Let her wait."

As soon as the office door was pushed open, Su Hua was sitting on the sofa, her slender legs folded charmingly, sitting gracefully, smiling coquettishly at him.

Zhao Qian quickly looked at Xiao Yan's face, it was chilly, this Su Hua ran in from the waiting room at some point.

Xiao Yan sat on the black executive chair, threw the folder in his hand on the table, folded his hands, and looked at Su Hua on the opposite side calmly: "Tell me, what do you want me for? "

Su Hua smiled slightly, took the prepared gift to the table, pushed it in front of him and said sweetly, "A Yan, happy birthday."

Xiao Yan was slightly taken aback, his sharp eyes quickly scanned the calendar on one side, he hooked his lips, and did not look at the gift, "Thank you."

A distant, emotionless thank you.

Su Hua was bold enough to reach out his arms and grasp Xiao Yan's hands, frowning and said, "Aren't you going to open it to see what the gift is? A Yan, I know that you must have hated me for the past two years since I left." Me, but I'm back..."

Xiao Yan sneered, and pulled his hand away from her palm a little bit, "I won't waste a little emotion on unimportant people and things."

"You lied. Why did you marry Jomo? It's because her eyes look like mine, right?"

The man's eyes moved slightly, his eyes were cold, "Miss Su, with your imagination, it would be a pity not to become a writer."

Su Hua choked her throat, and she stared at Xiao Yan with red eyes, "Two years ago, you should know the reason why I left. It was my aunt, and everything was because of her. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have left." Let's go, maybe we've already..."

"Su Hua, even without Ms. Xiao's interference, I wouldn't be able to do anything to you."

Su Hua bit the corner of her lips tightly, and her hand under the table was clenched into a fist, and her slender fingertips pinched into the tender palm.

——Jomo, everything is because of Jomo.

If it wasn't for Qiao Mo, the position of Mrs. Xiao must have been drawn by Su!

-

When Xiao Yan got off work, it was already dark outside.

The phone vibrated and received a text message——

"It's too late, I can't go down the mountain."

Xiao Yan frowned, and made a phone call. The signal over there was not very good, and it took a long time for the person there to answer.

There was a lot of noise on the phone.

Xiao Yan didn't give Qiao Mo any chance to speak, "Come back now, or you will bear the consequences."

Qiao Mo over there stood outside the tent, secretly making phone calls with Xiao Yan. The temperature on the mountain was very low, and she wore very little clothes, so her voice was a little trembling: "It's so dark, how do you want me to go down the mountain? You can't be so ignorant." Reasonable..."

Before Qiao Mo finished speaking, Xiao Yan pinched the phone.

She stared at the hung up phone angrily, and muttered, "Savage."

……

There is a small bathroom on the mountain. After going to the bathroom, Qiao Mo suddenly found that the door couldn't be opened.

There was no light inside, so she tried to open the door several times with the flashlight of her mobile phone, but she couldn't open it.He stretched out his hand and pulled the door hard, only to see that the outside door was fixed with a rope.

She was startled, looked up at the dark toilet, worried, called Luo Luo, but couldn't get through at all, the signal came and went, Luo Luo might have fallen asleep right now.

She yelled for help a few times inside, but the toilet was far away from the tent, and no one responded to her at all.

She flipped through the phone's address book and had no choice but to call Xiao Yan.

When the phone was connected, Xiao Yan snorted coldly, "Why, you want to come back after thinking about it?"

Qiao Mo frowned, pawing at the door with his small hands, and muttering, "I was locked in the toilet on the mountain."

"Then what did you call me for?"

Count on him to save her?

At this time, Xiao Yan had already started the car, and the black Spyker sped out in the dark night.

Qiao Mo looked up at the sky and rolled his eyes, "I'm just telling you, even if I want to come back now, I won't be able to come back! Maybe I'll freeze into a mummified corpse in the toilet tomorrow..."

"Then freeze into a mummy."

Jomo: "..."

Looking at the phone that hung up, she couldn't help but curse, what kind of man is this?

After all, she was also his wife, so even if he didn't come to save her, it would be fine to say a few words of comfort, if not, let it be, and curse her.

Qiao Mo looked at the dark toilet in horror, his little face wrinkled into a little bun. Who is so bored to play such a prank?
What's even more tragic is that after finishing the phone call with Xiao Yan, her cell phone was completely dead.

She huddled in the corner, hugged her knees with her hands, and surrounded herself in a small ball, trembling all over.

Cold and scared.

Half an hour later, her stomach started to growl, she was so hungry and cold that she had to sleep with her eyes closed, and she fell into a drowsy sleep, when suddenly there was gravity behind her, she was pushed aside by the door, and she woke up in pain , Looking up, the tall and handsome male figure unexpectedly appeared here.

Qiao Mo was taken aback, and opened his small mouth: "You, why are you here?"

Didn't he say that even if she freezes into a mummy, he won't come to save her?
The man bent down and hugged her body with a pair of strong and slender arms, "Stupid woman."

Jomo writhed in his arms, "You, you let me down, I can walk by myself."

"If you talk in a restless manner, your classmates may be alarmed. Do you want them to know our relationship?"

The man whispered threats in her ear.

Jomo bit his lip and closed his mouth.

In the darkness, he glared at her with his cool eyes, "Hold my neck, I'm not responsible for the fall."

Jomo was frightened, and immediately hugged his neck tightly with two small hands.

The man choked for breath, stopped in his tracks, and said angrily, "You want to strangle me?"

Jomo was taken aback, and quickly relaxed a little.

Xiao Yanheng hugged her, and walked forward, while being hung by the neck by the little woman, he asked, "Why did you get to the mountain so quickly? I thought that people who sit in the office every day are not very physically strong."

"Whether my physical strength is good, you don't know the best?"

The man's voice is low and hoarse, flirtatious, revealing a deadly sex appeal.

The cold wind blowing on her face made her cheeks feel hot.

Xiao Yan sneered, it turns out that there are really such stupid people in the world, who didn't know there was a tool called a cable car?

Until Qiao Mo was carried into the cable car by Xiao Yan, the little woman pressed her hands against the window glass of the cable car, and looked at the col in surprise, "So you came up by the cable car. Oh, yes, my luggage is still on the mountain."

Jomo was only wearing a thin, thick-lined sweater, and rubbed his arms coldly.

Xiao Yan gave her a cold look, took off his coat, and draped it on her shoulders uncompromisingly.

Seeing that he was only wearing a thin white shirt, Jomo asked softly, "Aren't you cold?"

Xiao Yan ignored her, Qiao Mo had no choice but to say again: "My phone is out of battery, please borrow your phone, I want to send a text message to Luo Luo."

She left without saying goodbye. If Luo Luo wakes up later and can't find her person, and her mobile phone fails to connect, she will definitely be very anxious.

Xiao Yan threw the phone to her, Qiao Mo caught it tremblingly, the phone was locked, she pursed her lips and asked, "What's the password?"

"1030."

Qiao Mo said "Oh", and entered "1030", but it couldn't be opened, so she frowned, "Incorrect."

"It's my birthday, remember?"

Qiao Mo's fingers froze, and when he raised his face, a black shadow fell in front of his eyes, and his lips were suddenly grabbed.

The phone hit the ground with a click.

Qiao Mo's eyes widened. His heart was beating so hard that it almost jumped out of his chest. The man grabbed her body and pushed her against the wall of the cable car. Behind Qiao Mo was a transparent glass, and below was the abyss.

Her whole heart was tense, her hands were cold, and she subconsciously hugged his neck tightly, allowing him to ask for a kiss.

The lengthy kiss almost drained the breath from her lungs, the corners of her eyes were moistened by the kiss, her little face was slightly red, and she bent down to pick up the mobile phone on the ground.

"sorry."

Xiao Yan took the phone from her small hand, checked it, and found that it was not broken, but approached her and asked, "How do you plan to compensate me?"

Qiao Mo lowered her eyebrows and realized that today is his birthday, but she didn't prepare a gift.

"I'll prepare a gift for you tomorrow..."

"Now, I want a present."

The man's body suddenly pressed her down.

Qiao Mo's breathing was stagnant, his long eyelashes fluttered like a small fan, and his voice was trembling: "But, but I'm not prepared..."

"Aren't women's gifts usually all about themselves?"

Jomo: "..."

Just as Qiao Mo was about to refute, he glanced at the scenery down the mountain out of the corner of his eye, and hurriedly said, "It's down the mountain!"

Xiao Yan stared at her small face for a while, then slowly let go of her body.

Qiao Mo sighed inwardly, and escaped by luck.

Along the way, his suit jacket was placed on her body, and his body temperature was still inside, which did not dissipate. Qiao Mo felt warm in his heart, and stretched out his hands to wrap up the jacket. It was already eleven o'clock at night when he arrived at Xiao's villa. .

Everyone in the house is asleep.

His suit, covering her body, looked very long, covering his buttocks, revealing two slender legs.

After going upstairs, Xiao Yan reached out and hugged her waist. Qiao Mo thought that he was going to do that, so he felt a slap in the face, and hugged his slender waist with his small hands, and the man's thin lips were pressed against her warm lips. In the neck, he said in a low voice: "I'm a little hungry, go to the kitchen and get me a bowl of noodles."

Jomo shrank back, "Okay."

……

After cooking the long life, Qiao Mo brought it upstairs. Xiao Yan just came out of the bathroom. As always, he only wore a towel underneath. His chest was bare, and he was a man of red fruit, sex, temptation, temptation.

As soon as he approached, there was a burst of refreshing peppermint fragrance.

Qiao Mo didn't know where to place his bewildered eyes. He just turned his face away and didn't even look at him. "Longevity noodles, eat them quickly, or they won't taste good if they get mushy."

She got up and was about to leave, "I'm going to take a shower."

Suddenly, someone grabbed her hand, and along with it, Xiao Yan pulled her whole body into his arms.

(End of this chapter)