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

Chapter 226 Intense and Fiery Possession!
Qiao Mo's hand, which was in mid-air, was slowly and carefully placed on his waist.

Her face was buried in his chest, and her voice was weak: "Why do you always like to attack me suddenly? Xiao Yan... I, I am full of you now, even if you are standing in front of me now, hugging me so tightly Me, I still miss you. You must think that in your eyes, I am actually a stupid woman who lacks consideration in doing things and even doesn't understand anything. But Xiao Yan, I also want to do something for you. But, you didn't give Let me take this opportunity. In this world, no one will die without someone, but Xiao Yan, do you know?"

When she said this, she paused, raised her face from his chest, and looked at his outline clearly.

"I don't want to be separated from you. I have a very strong premonition. If you leave me, we will never be together again. I think I may not be happy again for a long time. I dare not say for a lifetime, It's too long..."

He listened silently, stroking her cheek with his fingertips, feeling the damp heat on her face.

Qiao Mo has never confessed so many things to him. In the way they get along afterwards, he has always been the one who took the initiative and coaxed her.

Jomer stood on tiptoe, hooked his slender arms around his neck, kissed him, and landed on his lips and chin.

Her voice was a little hoarse: "If you are unhappy, I can coax you. A Yan, tell me, if there is something wrong with me, I can change it. Tell me..."

"Xiaomo..."

The man's body suddenly overturned, and he pressed her against the bedroom door. Jomer's back hit the doorknob, the pain was stiff, but he couldn't care less, and hugged the man who was kissing her intimately in front of him. , fell into this deep and hopeless lingering together.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that his wife loved him so desperately.

This... makes him proud.

He just wanted to kiss her, sucking her soft lips hard.

Confused by the impulse to kiss.

He pinched the back of her head, his palm was cold, but his lips were extremely hot, and with a strong sense of possession, he broke into her lips and teeth.

It's like trying to find an exit for myself.

Qiao Mo finally couldn't take it anymore, and Ying Ning made a sound.

The man on her body finally let go of her slightly, and Qiao Mo was relieved. The burning pain on his back from being hit by the doorknob did not frown.

She held his pale face, even if the lights in the room were not turned on, she could clearly see how pale his face was.

She never knew that the emotion of falling in love with someone would be so violent and terrifying, like a flood that opened the gate, and there was no way to stop it.

"Why don't you take a good rest? You look so bad, do you want to break your body?"

she asked slightly reproachfully.

Xiao Yan suddenly hugged her horizontally, and the two of them lay down on the bed together.

He propped his arms above her body, looking at her silently through the darkness, as if he wanted to see her into the world.

Jomo reached out and touched his cheek, "You haven't answered my question yet."

He put one hand on top of her, and covered his face with the other. She put her soft fingers on his lips and kissed them one by one.

"Xiao Mo, let's go out to play tomorrow, shall we?"

Qiao Mo asked subconsciously: "Aren't you busy? Have everything here been dealt with?"

Her tone was soft, but in Xiao Yan's ears, it became a kind of questioning.

He suddenly slumped, pressed his body on her body, buried his face into her neck, took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse and tired voice, "Yes, I shouldn't promise anymore, because I can't promise anymore, Will it be possible?"

Jomo suddenly panicked, "I didn't mean that..."

"I know you didn't mean that, but I have indeed broken my promise to you many times."

He has lived for so many years, and there is nothing he can't do that he promised, but he broke his promise time and time again to the person he loves the most.

He had hurt her so deeply before, and now, it seemed that he was going to repeat the same mistakes again.

……

This night, Jomo hugged his waist tightly and never let go. Usually, she slept comfortably in his arms and was hugged by him. Tonight, she slept in a daze. He opened his eyes again to make sure the man was still there.

Early the next morning, Xiao Yan took Qiao Mo out of the hotel and took her to his home in New York.

The decoration of the room follows Xiao Yan's usual simple style.There are not too many warm colors, only black and white. Qiao Mo has never seen the house in this area. In fact, it is quite unpopular. She doesn't like it very much.

The relationship between the two is still in an awkward stage, and Qiao Mo seldom speaks. From seeing him yesterday to now, judging from the usual times of acting like a spoiled child, this time it's unprecedented, and he didn't say a word.

Her back was in a burning pain. Last night, he pressed on the door and hit the doorknob. On a September day, she was only wearing a thin knitted sweater with only one layer of fabric, which was likely to be scratched the skin on his back.

When we got home, it was already afternoon, and it was time for dinner. Xiao Yan didn't talk much, and his mood was very low.

Jomer had no choice but to ask first, "What do you want to eat? I'll do it."

He took a deep look at her and said, "Just do whatever you want."

It's been a long, long time since she cooked a meal for him. Since she was pregnant, he has always cooked for her.

Qiao Mo nodded, and opened the refrigerator. There were no vegetables or rice at home. Xiao Yan walked to the kitchen, glanced at her, and said, "I'll go to the supermarket downstairs to buy them, just wait."

Jomo let out an "oh" and closed the refrigerator door.

Xiao Yan moved quickly and bought some vegetables back.Qiao Mo knows how to cook, and he has always cooked by himself in New York, but after he reconciled with Xiao Yan, he was pampered, and his cooking skills were much less familiar.

Xiao Yan can always handle everything well, and she doesn't have to worry about anything.

Xiao Yan helped her on the side, chopping vegetables absent-mindedly.

The two of them haven't spoken much since last night, and the atmosphere is very silent and awkward.

Qiao Mo pursed his lower lip, not wanting to continue the cold war with Xiao Yan, and pretended to be relaxed, "I read a romance novel before, in which the hero was very good at cooking, and that's how he tricked the heroine into his hands." Yes. They are also in the United States. So you see, you have the potential of a romance novel hero."

"And then? They got married?"

"Of course, they got married in the United States. However, later...the male protagonist died later. Moreover, the female protagonist in it did not see the male protagonist for the last time."

"why?"

Qiao Mo smiled, glanced at him, and shook his head faintly, with a bit of pity: "Because the male protagonist has brain cancer, and he doesn't want the female protagonist to guard a precarious person, so he chose to escape. When she finally died, the female protagonist The protagonist didn't find him. In the end, someone else told her. This heroine is so pitiful."

The atmosphere was already dull, and she didn't seem to pick the topic that well, so she sighed lightly and obediently kept her voice silent.

After a while, Xiao Yan asked a completely off-point question: "Why do you say that the heroine is pitiful, isn't the pitiful heroine?"

Qiao Mo straightened the dishes in his hands, paused, and then said: "If a person is dead, there is nothing to worry about. But the uncomfortable one must be a living person. Besides, why does he think that this heroine can't accept his brain?" About cancer? He was so selfish that he even learned the news of his final death from other people. He even missed his funeral. Did he think that he could lie to his wife for the rest of his life? Even if he cheated at the time, then What about in the future? Knowing about it in the future, can it reduce the hurt and discomfort? He doesn't understand at all, some things are destined to last forever. How can it be possible to just forget it."

Jomo talked a lot in one go.

She turned her head to look at Xiao Yan, and found that he was also silent for a moment, with his hair lowered in a daze, his eyes were empty and he didn't know where to fall, but the movement of cutting vegetables in his hands did not stop, and he was still cutting mechanically.

"Hey……"

Just as Jomo realized something was wrong, he exclaimed halfway, and cut his finger.

The knife he was holding was very sharp, and it didn't even bleed when it was scratched on his hand.When Qiao Mo snatched the knife and vegetables from his hand quickly, the wound on his index finger began to bleed tricklingly, and the sticky blood spread out in a large swath.

Qiao Mo blamed distressedly: "Why are you so careless? What are you thinking?"

While frantically pulling out a lot of tissue paper to plug the wound on his finger, he scolded angrily.

He came back to his senses and just smiled.

Qiao Mo was made so angry by his smile, he didn't know what to do. The cold war between the two suddenly broke through the cage: "Are you still laughing? Don't you know it hurts?"

"It's okay." He said softly, "It's okay, it's just a small hole."

Qiao Mo glared at him, "Forget it, you'd better stop working and wait to eat."

This sentence is somewhat familiar.

Qiao Mo once chopped vegetables and cut her hand, Xiao Yan also told her so.

For a moment, both of them laughed.

She shook her head, frowned and said to herself: "What's the matter? Why do you look so bad recently? Or is it hurt?"

He groped for his fingers tightly wrapped by her, while watching her turn around and go to work.

This was the wife he couldn't let go of the most, and she was cooking for him.

All along, he has been taking care of others. He never thought that one day, he would need to be taken care of like this.

His wife is very considerate and gentle, and the feeling of being taken care of by her is not bad.

Uncontrollably, he walked to her side, hugged her from behind, and tightly wrapped around her slightly raised waist.

The big hand gently caressed her swollen belly, where their baby was.

The person in his arms hesitated for a moment in surprise, then froze.

Immediately after adjusting her posture, she leaned against his arms and continued cooking.

"Little Mo."

(End of this chapter)