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

Chapter 238 Won't Haunt Him Anymore
Xiao Yan's black eyes sank, he started the car, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, and he didn't intend to answer Qiao Mo.

Qiao Mo stared at his tense side face, "Xiao Yan, tell me, do you really have no feelings for me anymore? If... If you say no, I will..."

——I will never pester him again.

But when the words came to his lips, Qiao Mo found that no matter how much courage he mustered, it was difficult to speak them out.

Xiao Yan clenched the two-way dial with both hands, and said slowly: "I will send you back to China tomorrow, and in the future, don't come to me again."

An almost heartless sentence.

Jomo was taken aback, what did he say?Don't come to him again?

Although he didn't answer Qiao Mo's question clearly, this sentence has already expressed his feelings clearly. Don't come to him again in the future. Doesn't it mean that they will not interfere with each other in the future?

But, can they really just break up like this and go their separate ways?
There is still his child in her stomach, doesn't he want it too?

Qiao Mo bit her lip. For love, marriage, and children, she almost gave up her last self-esteem. She cried and asked him, "...Then what about our children?"

Xiao Yan pursed his lips and said, "I will give you enough alimony for your mother and child."

"This is not what I want!"

Jomo's tears, like golden beans with a broken thread, fell straight down the back of his hand.

Xiao Yan sighed softly, and finally said: "But I can only give you this."

……

After returning to the villa, Jomo remained silent.

She no longer asked Xiao Yan why, nor did she ask him whether he loved her or not, she had asked enough.

So much so that even she gave up.

Maybe she really thinks too much, or she thinks Xiao Yan is too perfect, people have bad roots, maybe Xiao Yan has been a normal man from the beginning, and he will get tired of a woman, Will like a new love.

Jomo wrapped herself in the quilt and wept silently. She touched her stomach, but she didn't dare to tell the children in her belly about their father.

Qiao Mo was really tired, she was finally willing to give up, she didn't want to dig into the truth about Xiao Yan's change of heart, maybe there was no truth at all, Xiao Yan really just changed his heart.

But precisely because there is no truth, the simpler the purpose, the more disheartened Qiao Mo will be.

Jomo smiled wryly, and buried himself deeper in the quilt.

Outside the window, the night was blurred and plunged into darkness.

……

Early the next morning, when Qiao Mo woke up, his eyes were red and swollen.

When Qiao Mo went downstairs, he didn't see Xiao Yan, but Su Qingwan, like a hostess, was wearing an apron in the kitchen, busy here and there.

Seeing Qiao Mo, Su Qingwan even put on the appearance of the mistress of the house.

Holding the dinner plate in both hands, Su Qingwan invited Qiao Mo with a faint smile: "Since you're awake, let's come over and have breakfast together."

Jomo lowered his face and didn't answer.

At this time, Xiao Yan was coming down the stairs, Su Qingwan immediately put down the dinner plate, went up to meet him, took Xiao Yan's arm, and went downstairs together.

"Ayan, I made breakfast according to your taste, come and taste it. If you don't make it well, don't dislike me."

Every word and every sentence, falling on Qiao Mo's ears, became the most piercing sound.

Qiao Mo didn't turn around to look at Xiao Yan and Su Qingwan, she stood still, took a deep breath, and walked towards the bathroom.

Maybe it was because I was really tired, lack of sleep and preoccupation for a few days, as well as the long journey, the vomiting became worse.

In fact, Qiao Mo's previous pregnancy was not serious, but now, he didn't know whether he had caught a cold or was too tired. He had already vomited yellow water early in the morning before eating.

……

Xiao Yan sat at the dining table, not in the mood to eat.

In the ear, there was the sound of Jomo retching in the bathroom.

The heart hangs a little bit.

Su Qingwan said from the side: "It's been more than five months, how can you still vomit? Isn't this gestation period already over? Could it be..."

Su Qingwan deliberately paused, and did not say the following words, but how could Xiao Yan not understand what she wanted to express?
Xiao Yan pursed her lips, her expression was cold and serious, she looked directly at Su Qingwan with her black eyes, and said word by word: "Qiao Mo is joking about this kind of thing."

After all, when he got up, the man was already striding towards the bathroom.

Su Qingwan sat at the dining table, feeling aggrieved, "Hey...!"

……

In the bathroom, Jomo knelt by the toilet, lowered his head, and vomited into the toilet.

Her face was as pale as paper, haggard.

Xiao Yan walked over and patted her on the back, but Qiao Mo swung her away.

"I don't want you to care!"

Qiao Mo is stubborn and fierce, and Xiao Yan's relationship with her has become so rigid, she will naturally not rely on him anymore.

Xiao Yan said, "I'll take you to the hospital."

When stubbornness meets stubbornness, it will only get more and more out of hand.

Qiao Mo sneered, she thought that in his eyes and heart, there was only Su Qingwan, who couldn't see or hear him at all, and he didn't care about her life or death.

But now, what's the point of his unnecessary concern?
Qiao Mo pouted his chin and looked at him coldly, "The better you treat me now, the more likely I will rely on you in the future, you'd better not give me reasons and ideas to rely on you When the time comes, it will be bad for you and me."

"Joe Mo." Xiao Yan frowned.

Jomo clenched her fists tightly, and she said calmly, "I know, you are not worried about me, but about your child. Don't worry, I am more worried about my child than you. I know my body well."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Mo stood up with difficulty, perhaps because he knelt on the side of the toilet for too long. When he got up, his eyes darkened, his legs were numb, and his whole body almost fell down.

Xiao Yan quickly supported her body.

"Be careful."

For a moment of trance, Qiao Mo felt that this man still cared about her, and even... loved her.

But all of this is just her fantasy.

Jomo smiled wryly, pulled his arm out of his palm, supported the wall, dragged his weak body, and walked out.

She said without looking back: "Don't worry, I will leave here today."

From now on, I will never bother him again.

……

After Jomo returned to the bedroom, he simply packed his luggage.

Xiao Yan was about to go out to the company when he dragged his luggage down.

Seeing Qiao Mo going downstairs, Xiao Yan said softly, "Let's go, I'll take you to the airport."

After Qiao Mo went downstairs, Xiao Yan wanted to help her with her luggage, but Qiao Mo never let go.

It's not that Xiao Yan didn't understand her stubbornness, so he had no choice but to give up. If he cared too much for her, he would be exposed.

In this way, this is also good.

Xiao Yan withdrew his hand and walked into the yard.

……

After getting in the car, Xiao Yan didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and said, "When Qing Wan and I come back from Switzerland, I will go back to China and go through the divorce procedures with you. I guarantee that you will get what you deserve. for you."

Switzerland……?
All of a sudden, like a sharp sword, it pierced Qiao Mo's heart.

Xiao Yan is going to Switzerland with Su Qingwan?

Are you going on an early honeymoon?

Jomo's fingertips slammed into his palm.

She gritted her teeth and said nothing.

The corner of Xiao Yan's eyes glanced across her face indifferently.

After a while, Qiao Mo said calmly, "Don't worry, I won't bother you anymore. I will stay away from you."

Xiao Yan even responded, "Yes."

Jomer's fingertips were pinched into the tender palm, almost crushed.

It wasn't until this moment that she realized that it turned out that a person can be so quick or so unfeeling if he doesn't love someone.

……

When he arrived at the airport, Qiao Mo didn't know how he managed to stride forward without looking back once.

She only cared about not letting the tears fall, and she only cared about covering her mouth, not letting herself cry out, she even wanted to run out of this suffocating world.

Behind Xiao Yan, she didn't dare to look back at him.

But obviously, he was the one who betrayed their marriage first, but now it's Qiao Mo who ran away.

Returning to the country means a complete breakup and end of the relationship and marriage with Xiao Yan.

Returning to the country means...they may never have the chance to meet again in the future.

Oh, maybe when we get divorced, it's not certain that we can see each other again.

Jomo walked all the way to the waiting room, only to find a remote place and sit down. She drooped her cheeks, looked at her swollen belly, tears fell one by one, stroked her belly with her small hands, and cried: "Baby, mother left father, and you also left father. But we still have to be happy in the future, okay?"

……

After Jomo returned to Haicheng, she was the only one in the huge Xinyuan villa.

At this time, the night was heavy and heavy, and the weather outside, as if she was in the mood now, was gloomy, and the November wind and rain came quickly and violently, everything was unexpected.

At night, there was a sudden gust of wind and rain, lightning and thunder.The sea outside made a frightening sound, as if a tsunami was about to occur.

The east window was not closed, and the clothes hanging on it were soaked. When Qiao Mo ran over to look, she found Xiao Yan's suit on it. She didn't know which tendon was wrong, so she hurried to the window to close it .

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed outside, and her hand trembled, causing her to take a few steps backward in fright.

Suddenly all the lights in the room went out, and there was a bang, and the switch was tripped by a thunderbolt.

Qiao Mo's face was pale, her hands were tightly twisted together, and her heart was trembling slightly. She was terrified of being in a huge dark room on a rainy night with thunder and lightning.

Walking to the window, closing the window with difficulty, the dark sky lit up, and there was another flash of lightning, followed by a piercing thunderclap.

Jomo ran to the bedroom and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt. In November, the weather in Haicheng was already a bit cold. The switch tripped in the room and the heating stopped.

But probably because of fear, her back was dripping with sweat, cold and hot.

On this quilt, there is still the breath belonging to that person, so warm, so she misses it, as long as she feels it with her fingertips, it seems like an addiction, and she misses it more and more.

The rain outside was still falling, almost breaking through the universe and the prehistoric world, and drenching her whole body, her whole breath, and her whole heart.

She closed her eyes deeply, hugged the quilt, and there was only one name in her mind.

——A Yan.

(End of this chapter)