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

Chapter 256 No longer accepting his casual departure
Qiao Mo cried for a long time. Although it was the middle of the night, her thoughts were extremely clear, but the man in front of her was still like a dream, which made her unable to tell whether it was reality or fantasy.

Xiao Yan's return caught her by surprise, but it caused waves in her heart.

Qiao Mo went to the kitchen and cooked dumplings for Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan stood behind her, put his arms around her, and watched her boil water and make dumplings.

Being held in his arms, this unreal feeling, Qiao Mo wanted to confirm again and again whether the Xiao Yan in front of him was real.

She turned her head slightly, looked at him and said, "Since I opened my eyes and saw you, I thought I was dreaming."

Her eyes were red, and she looked even more haggard after crying.

Xiao Yan lowered his body, hugged her tightly in his arms, and sighed softly.

At this time, late at night, she cooked dumplings for him by herself.

What else, what moment, is more desirable to him than this moment?

"Not dreaming."

The water in the pot boiled, boiling with small white flowers.

Qiao Mo put the dumplings into the pot, poured cold water several times, and the last time the water boiled, Qiao Mo scooped up the dumplings.

Qiao Mo took Xiao Yan's hand in one hand and the bowl in the other, and led him to the living room.

Jomo didn't choose to sit beside him, but sat across from him. She clenched her hands into small fists and pressed them under her chin, like a pupil who listened carefully in class, staring at him for a moment, as if she was afraid of falling. In a second, he was gone, never to be seen again.

Xiao Yan ate a few dumplings, but found that the gaze staring at him was too hot and enthusiastic for him to ignore.

He raised his eyes, and all of a sudden, he met hers.

Jomo was a little embarrassed, and chuckled lightly, "You eat what you eat, don't worry about me."

Xiao Yan pursed his thin lips, although his eyes were calm, he asked, "Why are you sitting so far away?"

Jomo was stunned by the question, as if he never thought that he would ask this question.

She suddenly asked in a low voice with some uncertainty: "Do you want... want me to sit closer to you?"

Xiao Yan motioned for the position beside him.

Jomo lowered his face, smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Sitting next to you, I can't see all your expressions clearly. I want to sit opposite you and take a closer look at you."

It's been too long, she hasn't looked at him properly.

She was afraid that if she didn't take a good look at the person in front of her, she might not know him in the future.

Xiao Yan was taken aback for a moment, and then felt a slight pain, "There will be opportunities to take a good look at me in the future."

He didn't know what mood he was in to say this.

But Qiao Mo was overjoyed.

Did he imply that he was willing to stay for her and the child?
He won't leave again, won't disappear again, let alone say that he doesn't love her again?

Jomo's heart was beating like a drum, shaking and shaking.

She was a little stunned, but the man opposite had already stood up, held her hand, and helped her over.

Qiao Mo raised his small face and stared blankly at his profile.

"Ayan..."

It seems that the relationship between them is back to the way it was before.

He loves her and is willing to do anything for her, even if it is a little problem, he will blame himself for not taking good care of her.

When Xiao Yan loves someone, he has to say that he is a perfect lover.

He will make the other half rely on him over time, lose interest in others, and be full of eyes, only him.

Jomo seems to have completely fallen into his love network.

She sat beside him, watched him eat the dumplings she cooked, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Xiao Yan nodded, "It's delicious."

"Then I will cook for you every day from now on."

After Qiao Mo said this, he realized that he was subconsciously asking him for a future promise.

Xiao Yan stayed silent and did not speak.

Jomo didn't delve into this topic any further, but pretended to be relaxed and took a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth, "Look at you, didn't you eat something on the plane?"

She took a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth, her hand was about to slip down, but he grabbed it.

"Little Mo."

He suddenly called her.

Jomer paused, and he tightly held the hand holding the tissue to wipe the corner of his mouth, "Huh? What's the matter?"

Xiao Yan turned his head silently, stared blankly at her small face, after a while, suddenly lowered his head, grabbed the back of her head, and kissed her lips recklessly.

Jomer was stunned for a moment, and then when he realized it, he hugged his neck with both hands, turned his head up, and responded to his kiss.

Think too much.

Xiao Yan didn't know how much he missed the woman in his arms. There was no antidote or soothing way for the kind of longing that entangled his heart like tentacles. Only seeing her, hugging her, and kissing her could relieve her.

In the entanglement with each other, Qiao Mo's breath was disordered. She looked at him with blurred eyes, and said hoarsely: "A Yan, this time...you really won't leave again, right?"

Xiao Yan looked at her reddish lips, hooked her thin lips, suddenly smiled, and said, "No, not this time."

This time, he will not leave voluntarily, but will wait for her and leave him.

Qiao Mo smiled slightly, and countless warmth melted from the corners of his lips. He reached out to wrap his arms around his neck, and hugged him tightly.

"You are not allowed to say nothing."

"Well, it counts."

……

For the whole night, Qiao Mo didn't close his eyes, but paid close attention to the man lying beside him.

Xiao Yan also turned his head, looked at her, and said with a broken smile: "I promised not to leave, I won't leave, go to sleep, it's getting late."

Jomo shook his head, "I want to see you for a while."

He had been separated from her for so long, and it seemed that this time was not enough.

During these days, he lost weight and became emaciated.

Xiao Yan stretched out his hand and hugged Qiao Mo, "Hey, I'll watch it tomorrow and go to sleep."

Jomo hugged his neck like a child, asking for a promise, "Then promise me, I can still see you tomorrow morning."

"Well, it will definitely work."

Only then was Jomo satisfied, and closed his eyes in peace.

She still didn't seem to be reassured enough. At the beginning, every five minutes, she had to open her eyes to make sure he was there.

Xiao Yan really couldn't do anything with her, so he stretched out his hand and scratched her nose, with a gentle and loving tone, "Good boy, go to sleep."

These two "good" finally reassured Qiao Mo enough.

He seemed to have finally returned to his normal attitude towards her.

For the previous ones, just wait for the future and explore slowly.

Maybe he doesn't want to talk about it now, so let's talk about it later.

Jomo leaned in his arms and slept the most peaceful and sweetest sleep since more than a month.

But it was because he was by her side.

……

Early the next morning, the morning light was scattered all over the place.

Qiao Mo opened his sleepy eyes, and got up as if he hadn't woken up.

But she felt something was wrong again, and reached out to check the bed beside her.

By the way, Ah Yan came back last night.

What about others?
Jomo was a little flustered. He got up and went downstairs to look for him with bare feet.

He clearly promised her last night that he would never leave without saying goodbye again.

Was it all a dream last night?But he really hugged her, kissed her, and slept beside her.

Not a dream.

Xiao Yan came out of the kitchen, prepared breakfast and brought it out, Qiao Mo almost bumped into him head-on.

"Why are you so sloppy?"

With a seven-month-old child, why are you still so careless?

Qiao Mo was speechless for a moment, froze on the spot, curled up his toes, and stared at him blankly.

He didn't leave, he was making breakfast.

"I... I thought... you left again."

Or, last night was simply a dream.

Xiao Yan put the breakfast on the table, turned around to look at her, she was in a mess, with bare feet, bent over and picked her up.

Although there is heating in the room, it won't be too cold, but it's winter after all, and she's pregnant again, so it's always right to keep warm.

Xiao Yan hugged her and went upstairs.

Qiao Mo stared at him blankly, his face was as cold as ever, and he couldn't distinguish any emotions.

Jomo put his arms around his neck, leaned into his arms, and looked up at him with his small face, "I was scared."

She made a soft sound, but she grabbed the softest part of his heart.

She was terrified...

Xiao Yan frowned slightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Sorry."

He is not good at apologizing, let alone apologizing to his wife.

Just two simple words, no extra emotions.

Qiao Mo gave a solemn "Yes", and then said: "I accept this apology, but I... no longer accept you leaving casually."

Xiao Yan's eyes fell on her small face, and after a long time, he said a word, "Okay."

Xiao Yan hugged Qiao Mo, went upstairs to put on her shoes, washed up, and then went downstairs to have breakfast.

Qiao Mo hasn't had breakfast made by Xiao Yan for a long time. He has a very good appetite and accidentally eats too much.

After breakfast, Jomo continued to lean on him.

Xiao Yan also allowed her to cling to him, and reached out to hug her, "When did you become so clingy?"

Qiao Mo was worried about gains and losses, probably since Xiao Yan left without saying goodbye for the first time, he became less sure.

But in Xiao Yan's life, the most certain thing is that he will always belong to her.

Xiao Yan pulled her away, stretched out his hand to caress her lower abdomen, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is the child doing well recently?"

Xiao Yan squatted down and put his ear on Qiao Mo's belly. While listening, he spoke, as if talking to the child in Qiao Mo's stomach, "If you dare to bully Mom, Dad will not let you go, you know?"

Jomo let out a "puchi" and laughed out loud.

How can he be such a father, scaring them before the baby is born?
But Qiao Mo's heart melted with warmth.

Suddenly, I remembered what he said on the Swiss mountain that he wanted to divorce her, and he didn't want children.

At that time, how could he be so cruel to say such things?
Qiao Mo's complexion suddenly darkened, and he pursed his lips and said, "A Yan, do you not like our child?"

dislike?how come?
Xiao Yan got up, stretched out his hand to rub her hair, and said with a light smile, "Don't think wildly."

Jomo nodded his chin, "Then you can choose a name for our child, they will be born soon."

Xiao Yan glanced out the French window, "It doesn't matter if they are boys or girls, one is Xiao Zixi and the other is Xiao Ziwang, huh?"

"Xiao Zixi, Xiao Ziwang?" Qiao Mo murmured, "It sounds nice."

"Zi" is the third generation of the Xiao family, and "Xi" and "Wang" imply "hope".

(End of this chapter)