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

Chapter 237 I only have obligations and responsibilities for you
After taking a bath, Xiao Yan carried Qiao Mo out of the bathroom. Qiao Mo sat quietly by the bed, her hair was wet and dripping.

Xiao Yan held a towel in his hand and gently wiped her wet hair for her.

Jomo lowered his eyelashes slightly, his eyes were quiet and cold.

Even though he just came out of the bathroom, his whole body was still covered with heat, but Qiao Mo felt cold all over.

Qiao Mo lowered the big hand on top of her head, and she said coldly, "Why do you still do this to me?"

Since you don't love her anymore, why should you take care of her so intimately?
The cold male voice above the head slowly said: "You are the mother of my child, and I have an obligation to take care of you like this."

Qiao Mo twitched the corner of his lower lip. Could it be that their current relationship is only maintained because of their children?

Qiao Mo used to think that a child was just the crystallization of love between them, but it would never be the last or even the only fulcrum between them. Back then, Qiao Mo thought that he would not be able to conceive. Xiao Yan also said that even in this life, even It doesn't matter that she will never be able to conceive a child, but thinking about it now, what she said at the beginning has become the most ridiculous joke.

Qiao Mo sneered, pulled off the towel on his head, stared at him with red eyes, and said, "If it's because of this, then stop being so nice to me. Otherwise, I will stalk you."

It seems to be ridiculed, it seems to be ridiculed.

Xiao Yan didn't hold on any longer, but watched her silently, and after a long time said softly, "I'll send you back home tomorrow."

"I don't want it." Jomo was stubborn.

Xiao Yan frowned slightly, "Xiao Mo, be obedient."

The tears that Qiao Mo had held back for a long time finally fell down. She looked at Xiao Yan with full eyes, her small mouth was pursed, grievance, dissatisfaction, puzzlement, despair... all kinds of emotions were intertwined.

She just didn't understand why Xiao Yan suddenly didn't love her anymore.

She sniffed, wrapped her small hands around his arms, and asked stubbornly: "I just don't understand why you became so fast...? Xiao Yan, tell me, why did you suddenly fall in love with Su Qingwan? As you said, you have no interest in Su Qingwan..."

She had a lot of questions to ask, and a lot of doubts that he needed to answer.

But Xiao Yan didn't seem to have the patience to answer these questions, his eyes were cold, "People's feelings are ever-changing, and there is no one kind of feeling that will change forever."

"But it's not you..."

This is not Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan's feelings and love, if given to one person, will not be easily given to another person.

He said so.

Jomo cried and said, "You said that if you gave me all your feelings, you would never give them to others...how can you lie to me?"

"At the beginning of the oath, maybe I was sincere. Be good, go to sleep."

Xiao Yan got up and was about to leave, but Qiao Mo, who was sitting on the edge of the bed behind him, grabbed his wrist, "A Yan, don't go."

Xiao Yan's fingers trembled slightly.

Qiao Mo's voice and Qiao Mo's temperature broke Xiao Yan's heart all the time.

Xiao Yan was stunned for a while, the little hand wrapped around his was so warm that he couldn't bear to pull his arm away.

Jomo held his hand tightly, and with her chubby body, she stood up with difficulty. She even stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, and began to kiss him.

She didn't believe it, he had no feeling or affection for her at all.

The way he looked at Su Qingwan was far less profound and loving than when he looked at her.

A person's gaze cannot be faked, let alone deceive others.

When Xiao Yan looked at her, no matter how deeply she hid it, she could see the persistent attachment in her eyes.

Jomo raised his face and kissed him desperately.

Her warm tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, and slipped coldly into her temples in an instant.

"Ayan...you're lying to me, aren't you?"

He was lying to her, that he no longer loved her, that he was in love with Su Qingwan.

Jomo was terrified, and his whole heart was trembling.

Qiao Mo's kiss was so soft and sweet that it almost melted Xiao Yan's heart.

In front of her, a man's self-control seems to have always been zero.

The longing for many days seemed to be a silent catalyst. Xiao Yan's big hands tightly wrapped around her waist, turning her back on the guest, as if she wanted to vent all her longing in this second.

He began to kiss her uncontrollably, and his uncontrollable longing turned into a hot kiss, kissing her forehead, nose, lips, cheeks, and neck...

Jomo's little hand slipped into his shirt.

Xiao Yan finally woke up suddenly at that second.

The passionate kiss came to an abrupt end.

Before Qiao Mo could even react from the lingering, Xiao Yan had already let go of her body, and said coldly, "You should rest first."

Qiao Mo opened her eyes, only to feel that Xiao Yan changed too quickly. During the kiss just now, she clearly felt that Xiao Yan was thinking of her too.

From behind him, she hugged his body, "I won't let you go."

Where is he going, to Su Qingwan's?

He is clearly her husband, why should he accompany another woman who has nothing to do with him?

She won't allow it.

He is her child's father, her husband.

Jomo hugged his waist tightly, like a wayward child, not allowing him to go no matter what.

Xiao Yan only felt the warmth and dampness on his back, and he knew that it was Qiao Mo's tears.

After dazed for a long time, Xiao Yan finally stretched out his hand, and pushed aside the little hands tightly wrapped around his waist one by one.

But he only said one sentence in a cold voice: "Qing Wan is still waiting for me."

Jomo's hands, Jomo's heart, even from head to toe, froze for a moment.

——Qing Wan is still waiting for him.

Since when did she not compare to Su Qingwan in his heart?

Jomo couldn't figure it out.

She stood where she was, looked at Xiao Yan, and walked out of her sight.

He really... doesn't want her and the baby anymore.

……

After Xiao Yan entered the study, Su Qingwan, who was resting in the guest room, heard the movement and walked over.

"Ayan, it's getting late, do you want...to take a break?"

Xiao Yan didn't even raise his eyes, but his thin lips said indifferently: "Get lost."

Distraught and wanting to see no one.

Especially, Su Qingwan.

Su Qingwan was startled, "A Yan..."

But no matter how she called him, Xiao Yan remained unmoved.

Su Qingwan had no choice but to retreat.

……

It was past ten o'clock the next morning.

The door of the master bedroom where Jomo sat was tightly closed.

Xiao Yan and Su Qingwan were eating in the living room. Xiao Yan was absent-minded. After a few mouthfuls, he finally couldn't help it and went upstairs to call Qiao Mo.

He knocked on the door and called her, "Xiao Mo, get up."

No one inside answered.

Xiao Yan frowned, and called again: "Xiao Mo?"

It was quiet inside, as if no one was there, Xiao Yan sensed something was wrong, and immediately pushed the door open and entered.

On the clean big bed, there was almost no trace of sleeping, the quilt was neatly folded, and even Joe Mo's shadow could not be seen in the room.

Xiao Yan was startled, where did Qiao Mo go?

He strode in and searched the entire room, including the bathroom, storage room, and even the wardrobe, but where was Joe Mo?
He was so anxious that he strode downstairs and asked Su Qingwan with a livid handsome face: "Did you drive Qiao Mo away?"

Su Qingwan was taken aback, "A Yan, I didn't drive Qiao Mo away, you really wronged me. I'm afraid she retreated in spite of herself?"

Xiao Yan gave her a hard look, picked up the car keys, and strode out of the house.

He called his assistant again and asked him to send some bodyguards to find Jomo at the New York airport and train station.

Xiao Yan drove the car and found the city center from the vicinity of the villa. He was almost exhausted, but there was still no news of Qiao Mo.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Yan's cell phone rang.

He didn't even look at the caller ID, and when he connected, he hurriedly asked, "Xiao Mo?"

On the other end of the phone, there was a Yankee voice, "Excuse me, is this Jomo's family? Jomo is at the police station, please come and claim it."

……

Fifteen minutes later, Xiao Yan arrived at the local police station.

Jomo curled up in the corner, hugging himself like a homeless stray puppy.

Xiao Yan felt a pain in his heart, strode up and hugged Qiao Mo.

He felt pain in his heart, hugged her tightly, pressed his chin on the top of her head and asked in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Mo, why are you here?"

As soon as Qiao Mo saw him, tears fell uncontrollably. She got into his arms and said, sobbing, "I don't want to go back to my country...I don't want to be driven back to my country by you. I don't want you and Su Qingwan either. Together...Ayan...you can't let me go..."

Xiao Yan's heart froze for a moment.

The local police came over and said, "Your wife is alone on the streets of New York. We said we would send her home, but she refused. We were afraid that she would be in danger if she was alone, so we took her to the police station. We asked her family's phone number, and she She just shook her head and refused to speak. Finally, we found your number in her mobile phone. "

Xiao Yan nodded, "Thank you."

……

After coming out of the police station, Xiao Yan wrapped Qiao Mo in a coat and carried her all the way into the car.

Qiao Mo's whole body was unsteady, she kept holding Xiao Yan's hand, as if afraid that he would run away.

When Xiao Yan moved slightly, Qiao Mo was startled.

"Xiao Mo, I won't leave."

Qiao Mo cried and shook his head, "You said you would not leave...but you left again and again...you promised me that you would never hear from me again...but this time, so what? Xiao Yan, I I don't believe you anymore, I don't believe you..."

Xiao Yan's heart seemed to be pulled hard by a big hand.

He slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her little head, but halfway through, he finally took it back.

He wanted to comfort her, but he was afraid of giving her hope again.

Thinking of this level, his black eyes became cold again, he pursed his lips and said: "You can no longer escape from the established fact."

Tomorrow... Tomorrow he will send her back to the country.

Qiao Mo bit his lip, "Why? Why did you treat me like this all of a sudden? I know I'm not doing well enough...I also know it's because of my mother...you..."

"It has nothing to do with your mother."

Qiao Mo opened his lips and looked at him blankly, "Why is that?"

Xiao Yan finally said coldly: "There is no reason for the matter of feelings. Feelings come and go quickly. Qiao Mo, the only thing I have for you now is duty and responsibility."

Jomo wrapped his little hand around and slipped silently.

"You really... don't love me anymore?"

(End of this chapter)