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Chapter 242 Only Xiao Mo's Husband Can Do This

Huo Xing's cell phone rang suddenly, he glanced at the caller ID, then looked at Qiao Mo with complicated eyes, and said, "I'm going out to answer a call."

When he came back, Jomo sat by the bed and asked calmly, "Is it his phone?"

For him, Huo Xing naturally knew who she was referring to.

"Well. He asked me if I found you."

Qiao Mo lay on the bed, pulled the quilt suddenly, covered his head, and said two words in a muffled voice: "Dead."

But in his heart, a light and sparks faintly jumped out, isn't Xiao Yan already with Su Qingwan?At this time, how could he still pay attention to her existence?

Where is Xiao Yan now?

But there were so many doubts in her heart, she didn't know how to deal with them, so she simply threw all the puzzles in her mind to the sky.

……

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Huo Xing and Jomo went to have lunch, and even had dinner together.

There are many tourists in the ski resort. Qiao Mo actually doesn't know how to ski. The last time, she planned to learn from Xiao Yan, but because of Xiao Yan's accident in the Swiss snow mountain, she still has an inexplicable sense of resistance and fear towards the snow mountain and snow. ...

She shook her head, not wanting to think about that person anymore, and asked Huo Xing with a smile, "Can you ski? I can't."

Huo Xingtanshou has never played this game before, and he is not very interested in rock climbing, skiing, bungee jumping, etc.

Qiao Mo didn't particularly want to ski. In fact, she doesn't like skiing very much. Besides, she still has a big belly. These extreme sports are indeed not suitable for her...

Besides, subconsciously, it seems that this kind of thing should be reserved for him to do together.

She lowered her head and smiled wryly, why did she involve that person again?
Is it really too deep, so even if you leave him, there will be memories about him everywhere?
Jomo winked at Huo Xing and said, "Since we can't go skiing, let's go to a bar. The shochu here is especially warming up."

Huo Xing suddenly curled up his fingers and flicked her on the forehead, Qiao Mo was stunned, Huo Xing had already said with a little reproach: "You are pregnant, you can't drink."

Jomo looked like a child who did something wrong, with his face lowered, he murmured repeatedly: "Yes, I'm pregnant."

Huo Xing looked down at her silently for a while, and finally said with a light smile and connivance: "You are six months pregnant, you can drink a sip or two of red wine, it's okay to keep your blood alive. Let's go."

Huo Xing knew in his heart that Qiao Mo was depressed, probably because he really wanted to numb himself with alcohol.

But because she was pregnant, she didn't even dare to touch a drop.

As soon as Qiao Mo looked up, he saw Huo Xing was already walking ahead, "Hello..."

……

When Huo Xing and Qiao Mo were sitting on the top of the mountain, the cold wind was blowing, the hot liquid was in their hands, but when it entered the stomach, it was burning as if it would burn the stomach.

Hot and spicy.

Qiao Mo was holding a thermos like a pot, warming her hands without drinking. She looked at Huo Xing and asked Huo Xing with a faint smile, "Is it good?"

Huo Xing gulped down his mouth, let out a breath, then glanced at her, and lay down on the snow with a smile.

Qiao Mo also lay down slowly, with the starry sky as his quilt and the snow as his mat.

At this time, the sky was gradually darkening, and the starry sky was extremely beautiful. Against the silvery white background in this area, it looked bright and clean.

Jomo looked at the sky for a long time.

She took a small sip of the red wine, but for some reason, she was a little drunk.

Really, no alcohol.

She closed her eyes gently, and asked softly, "Did he ask you to come to me?"

Huo Xing was slightly taken aback, and turned to look at her.

She was crying, tears falling from the corners of her eyes and slipping into her hair.

Huo Xing pursed his lips, his voice became hoarse because he drank a lot of soju: "No."

Jomo's hand tightly held the wine jug, as if he wanted to crush the wine jug.

Huo Xing stared at her blankly, feeling bored, and took a few more sips of spirits. His alcohol capacity was not bad, so he wasn't worried. After drinking this bottle of shochu, he couldn't take care of the delirious Qiao Mo .

They stayed here for a long time. Although it was late at night, the world was still bright because of the white snow.

However, he drank shochu just now, and he had driven a lot yesterday and today, so he was inevitably tired, and he felt sleepy for a while, so he took a nap.

But when he opened his eyes, the girl next to him had disappeared without a trace.

Huo Xing shuddered, got up and trotted, looking around, calling her name.

But this place is so big, and it's covered with snow, and the footprints are scattered, so there's no way to confirm which direction Joe Mo is going.

Relying on his intuition, he looked around and walked forward, shouting her name loudly while walking: "Jomo! Jomo!"

There is nothing to answer him but his own echo.

Deep fear invaded him from every opening.

I don't know how long he walked on the snow, Huo Xing's cheeks that were hot from drinking were frozen, and the voice of calling her name began to tremble.

On the mountain, at night, it is even more icy and snowy than the cold winter months down the mountain.

I don't know how long he searched, but finally, a familiar figure came into his eyes. From a distance, he saw that orange figure running. In the deep night, in the vast snow, she seemed to want to exile herself. , desperately running forward.

Huo Xing hurried over and was about to call her name.

But when he was still some distance away from her, on the other side, a tall and straight figure in black suddenly came out from the corner steadily. Huo Xing saw the man, and his steps stopped abruptly.

Xiao Yan also saw Huo Xing and made a call to Huo Xing.

The mobile phone in Huo Xing's pocket rang, seeing that Xiao Yan was also holding the mobile phone, he probably understood that Xiao Yan had something to say to him.

pick up.

Xiao Yan's voice was extremely cold, he said: "Wait there. I will coax Qiao Mo back."

hang up.

Huo Xing stood there without leaving.

Huo Xing looked at the snow, the vast expanse of snow, the slender black figure striding towards the round orange figure.

Jomo had no strength left, and fell to the ground exhausted, motionless.

Xiao Yan walked up to Qiao Mo and called her gently: "Xiao Mo?"

As he got closer, he heard thin cries coming from the snow. It was small at first, then louder, and finally turned into howls.

Xiao Yan bent down and reached out to pull her.

Qiao Mo cried with concentration, as if he wanted to cry out all the pressure and grievances he had suffered these days, crying heartily, these belated tears, the depression of these days, all the sadness, pain, sadness and longing, all At this moment, it turned into surging tears.It fell into the pure white snow and blended into one.

Xiao Yan squatted down, helped her up, hugged the person in the snow, pressed her cold body into his arms, stroked her hair one by one, and comforted her softly: "Cry."

After crying, crying enough, there is no need to be sad.

Qiao Mo was unconscious. She didn't have a capacity for alcohol, but just took a sip of red wine, and it was like drugging her. She couldn't recognize who the person in front of her was.

The woman in her arms tightly clutched his clothes with her small hands. At this moment, he was her only support in the silent and vast snow-white world. She just wanted to hold on tightly and never let go.

She let herself lie in this person's arms, and murmured, "Why did you leave...I...you tell me...Xiao Yan...why don't you want me? Now...the only one left is me...I alone……"

Xiao Yan closed his eyes, sighed with pity, and comforted: "There is still me. I haven't left you."

Qiao Mo cried messily, his mind was in chaos, his hazy eyes suddenly looked at the man who was hugging him, he grabbed his coat collar tightly, and asked endlessly, "Who are you...and who are you..."

Xiao Yan touched Qiao Mosheng's fair and red face, his forehead was pressed against hers, his breath sprayed on her cheeks, and said in a hoarse voice, "I am Xiao Mo's husband."

Qiao Mo frowned as if he had discovered a new land, and tightened his collar even more. He climbed up with his whole body, almost pushing Xiao Yan down in the snow.

While sizing him up, she murmured and asked, "Are you Qiao Mo's husband? Are you really...? Xiao Mo's husband... didn't you want... her? Why... how come here?" ?”

Xiao Yan's heart seemed to be grabbed by a big hand, and it was pulled down fiercely, with a dull pain. He pressed the back of Qiao Mo's head, and first kissed her pale lips that smelled of fragrant wine Then, he pressed the back of her head uncontrollably, aggravating the kiss.

In the distance, Huo Xing stood there, his exposed hands were frozen unconscious, his eyes were deep, he looked at the pair of lovers embracing in the snow, and finally turned his back.

……

Qiao Mo was out of breath from being kissed, and she was still crying and choking, making her even more out of breath. The tears on her face had been kissed by Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan asked back in a hoarse voice, so that she could trust him and go back with him .

If you stay here, you will be frozen.

"Only Xiao Mo's husband can do this, right?"

Qiao Mo nodded helplessly, and looked at him dazedly with his eyes wide open, as if he saw some outlines. Finally, he stretched out his arm and put the little wrist around his neck, crying.

"Don't go...don't go..."

——Ayan, don't go.

She put her face in his warm arms, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck.

"Okay, I'm not leaving, Xiao Mo and her husband go back to bed, okay?"

Jomo shook his head desperately, "Don't...don't go back!"

Xiao Yan caressed her little face, and asked patiently: "What's wrong? Why don't you go back?"

Qiao Mo stared at him, tears streaming down his face, "If you go back... Ayan... Ayan will disappear..."

Xiao Yan coaxed her, shook her little hand, it was bitingly cold, he really couldn't stay here any longer, "A Yan won't see you, A Yan will take Xiao Mo back, okay?"

Jomo seemed to be bewitched by him, and finally couldn't resist. He blinked his hazy eyes, with crystal clear teardrops hanging on his long eyelashes, and nodded heavily at him.

Xiao Yan wanted to hug her, but Qiao Mo stretched out his hand suddenly, as if acting like a baby, he couldn't wait to hug her.

Xiao Yan felt desolate, and let Qiao Mo circle her neck. He supported her clumsy body, which was six months pregnant, and hung her on his chest like a little kangaroo.

Jomo's little hand, following the warmth, got into his neck.

……

Xiao Yan hugged Qiao Mo in the snow and walked all the way to Huo Xing's side. Qiao Mo's entire face was buried in his chest, and he only knew to wrap his neck tightly around his neck, not caring about anything.

Xiao Yan said lightly: "I'll send Qiao Mo to the hotel."

Huo Xing led the way, while Xiao Yan hugged his wife and child closely and walked behind.

(End of this chapter)