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

Chapter 264 Husband Covers Xiaomo

Qiao Mo was held by Xiao Yan all the way into the Maybach.

After coming out of the annual meeting, Jomo has been dazed.

After getting in the car, Qiao Mo regained his composure and asked suspiciously, "How do you know what Miss Zhao told me?"

At that time, he was so far away from her, separated by so many people, he definitely couldn't hear what that Miss Zhao said to him. As for... how he guessed it, she was a little curious.

Xiao Yan didn't start the car immediately, but turned his eyes to look at her indifferently. She was standing in the crowd, and his gaze was always on her. He could see her every move carefully.

Naturally, the disappointment on her face can also be seen.

Xiao Yan probably knew Qiao Mo better than Qiao Mo himself.

She is happy, even if she doesn't smile, he can feel it, and she is sad, even if she doesn't shed tears, he can feel all the pain in her heart.

Although I don't know the specific content of the conversation, Miss Zhao must have said something that made her unhappy.

The so-called annual meeting is just a synonym for the banquet of a wealthy family. That Miss Zhao was born in a family and was proud since she was a child. Naturally, she and Qiao Mo are from two worlds.

It is nothing more than a different worldview, a different outlook on life.

Qiao Mo blinked his big black eyes, and looked deeply into his deep eyes, "Huh? How do you know?"

Xiao Yan suddenly pressed Qiao Mo's small head, lowered his head, and kissed her deeply on the lips.

The wet kiss was tender, different from the domineering and siege in the past, but as long as the water. Qiao Mo's breathing was weak, leaning against his arms, his clear eyes narrowed slightly.

Small hand, climbed his neck.

Nestled in his arms, a little stuffy.

Xiao Yan touched his little wife's little head, "Xiao Mo told my husband, what did Miss Zhao say about my Xiao Mo?"

I don't know why, recently, Xiao Yan's doting on her has become like an adult's doting on a child, and the doting Qiao Mo is like returning to his childhood.

Qiao Mo pouted, the underground parking lot was dimly lit, and she looked at him softly: "Actually, it's nothing, just asking me what school I go to and what I do at home. I used to call Mrs. Xiao well. She changed her name to Ms. Qiao, because she must be wondering how a mediocre woman like me is worthy of the famous Mr. Xiao in Shanghai."

Xiao Yan squeezed her little face. Qiao Mo was pregnant and had a chubby body. Xiao Yan put his long arms on his lap and comforted her: "No one is worthy of Xiao Mo except me."

He didn't say that Xiao Mo was good enough for me, he only said that no one else was good enough for her except him.

Raise her to heaven's favor.

Qiao Mo frowned, his lips were smiling like stars, Xiao Yan said again: "Xiao Mo's family property is the whole Xiao family and me."

Jomo snorted triumphantly, not believing it.

Jomo climbed from his arms to the co-pilot on the side, patted him, "Hurry up and drive."

Xiao Yan smiled lightly, started the car, and joked: "Mr. Driver is about to drive, Mrs. Xiao has to sit still."

Jomo couldn't help but glared at him with a smile.

When we arrived at Xinyuan Villa, the moonlight outside was clear and the air was extraordinarily bright. The night was beautiful and the waves were beating against the rocks. Although it was a winter night, Qiao Mo felt extremely warm in his heart. His whole heart seemed to be warm. of.

Xiao Yan parked the car, stepped down with long legs, walked around the front of the car, came over to open the passenger's door, and pulled Qiao Mo down from the passenger seat.

Qiao Mo suddenly hung his arm, raised his head and smiled sweetly at him, "Shall we go for a stroll by the beach before going home?"

Qiao Mo was only wearing a long skirt and Xiao Yan's black coat on the outside. Xiao Yan wore a medium-sized coat, but Qiao Mo had turned into a long coat, and his small body was wrapped in Inside, it's funny and cute.

Xiao Yan stretched out his hand to gather the coat on her body, and glanced at the coast, fearing that she would catch a cold. It could be seen that Qiao Mo looked forward to it with clear eyes, but couldn't bear to refuse.

Xiao Yan stared at her, and said seriously: "Twenty minutes?"

Qiao Mo smiled, "Okay, just 10 minutes!"

The two held hands and strolled on the beach. Taking advantage of the beautiful moonlight, it was the first time for Jomo to be so crazy. He watched the moon with a man on the beach at night.

Even though, this man is her husband.

Qiao Mo wore three-centimeter thick heels on his feet. Although they would not cause sprains, nor would they be harmful to the fetus, but they were stuck in the sand and walked at the same pace. He stretched out his little feet and kicked the shoes. Xiao Yangang saw that she His feet had landed on the sand, bare.

In the winter, she was also smiling and jumping in the sand with her bare feet in the sand.

For a long time, I haven't seen such a casual and cheerful smile on Qiao Mo's face.

Xiao Yan glared at her, the woman covered her mouth with her little hand, still secretly smiling happily.

The temperature here is so low, Qiao Mo didn't wear much at all, and she even took off her shoes, which made it easy to catch cold.

Xiao Yan condescended, bent down, picked up the shoes that Qiao Mo had kicked off, knelt down in front of her, and put on the shoes for her. Qiao Mo put his hand on his shoulder and muttered: "It's not right to wear it." Is it comfortable..."

"Bare feet will catch cold." Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I plan to take you abroad for a trip soon."

Qiao Mo was taken aback. Didn't he say that he couldn't go on a trip?
"Didn't you say that you can't go out? Why are you going to travel again? Don't you have to take care of the company's affairs?"

After Xiao Yan helped her put on her shoes, his eyes darkened, and he said, "There is less pressure abroad, so I can concentrate on being with you and the child."

Xiao Yan hugged her, his thin, slightly cool lips fell on her ear, and asked in a low voice: "What do you think?"

Qiao Mo frowned slightly, hugged his neck and said, "I'm just surprised."

He made this decision without telling her in advance, but now, judging from his tone, it seems that he has decided to go on a trip.

Qiao Mo stopped talking, and put his hands into his clothes. Xiao Yan put on her shoes, turned his back on her, and said to her, "Come on, come up, my husband will carry you."

Joyful, Qiao Mo jumped onto Xiao Yan's back with her arms around Xiao Yan's neck, her legs were dangling, she lay on Xiao Yan's neck, her little hands were cold, she stretched into his warm neck, in a silly way Laughing, she leaned against his ear and asked mischievously, "Honey, is it warm?"

Xiao Yan didn't answer, just consuming little things, Qiao Mo said to himself coquettishly: "Xiao Mo feels so warm."

Xiao Yan held her big palm on her buttocks, and squeezed her buttocks hard. Qiao Mo was startled, and ran straight up, "Hey...don't pinch me...itch..."

Xiao Yan's clear eyes turned slightly to the side, and she glanced at her. Qiao Mo tilted his head and stared at him with big clear eyes, "Husband?"

Xiao Yan deliberately ignored her, and walked forward on the beach with her on his back. Qiao Mo called him several times again, thinking that she put her hand into his neck to ice him, and made her husband angry...

Then he pressed it to Xiao Yan's ear: "Uncle, don't be angry..."

Call her husband and he ignores her, but call her an uncle, will he pay attention to her?

Jomo was still thinking, when the man slid his body from his back into the man's arms, and Jomo yelled in shock.

Xiao Yan held Qiao Mo firmly in front of his chest, pinched her small face and asked, "What did you call me just now? Huh?"

Jomo winked at him cutely, "Husband~"

"is it?"

Xiao Yan put her small body on the beach, and pressed himself on top of her, breathing hot and charming, "Are you sure it's your husband?"

The cool and straight nose rubbed against her small nose.

The two seemed to be children, playing the game of Uncle Lolita naively.

Qiao Mo looked up, slapped him on the cheek, blinked his clear eyes, and called out sweetly again: "Uncle~"

Xiao Yan laughed.

He is 35 years old and is the peak age of a man. At this age, he has a successful career and has enough grasp and understanding of life to lead her forward. Moreover, at this age, he knows how to guide her to do everything intimate matter.

How many excellent women in Haicheng miss the position of "Mrs. Xiao", but his wife calls him "Uncle".

He never thought that there was any incompatibility between him and Jomo, age?She is ignorant, but he is mature enough to tolerate her little waywardness unconditionally.Personality?She is unstable, not deeply involved in the world, and has no guard against many things, and he can just help her grow.

Therefore, he felt that no one was more suitable to be with Jomo than him.

Xiao Yan kissed her lips and bit them lightly, his voice hoarse and sexy, "Then, does Xiao Mo like uncle?"

Qiao Mo seemed to be thinking, hesitated for a moment, blinked, and said, "I don't like it..."

Xiao Yan's big hand pinched her waist, while casually intimidating: "Don't like it? Huh?"

Unaware that he was in a "dangerous situation" now, Qiao Mo hugged Xiao Yan's neck and confessed: "But I like my husband..."

"Xiao Mo, say it again."

Jomo kissed him lightly on the corner of the lips: "I said..."

She pressed against his ear, whispering the most tender love words, "Ayan, I love you..."

A sentence of "I love you" makes the atmosphere quiet all of a sudden.

All the emotions in Xiao Yan's eyes turned into emotion.

Under Xiao Yan's dark eyes was the most primitive emotion dormant, he looked at her as if he was looking forward to his solitary food.

Qiao Mo reached out and covered his dark eyes, "Don't look at me like that."

It was as if... he was going to eat her.

……

After the two returned home, they took a shower and lay down on the bed to sleep.

Qiao Mo sucked his little nose, sneezed a little, and looked at Xiao Yan resentfully: "Honey, I seem to have caught a cold..."

Xiao Yan hugged her, "husband cover Xiao Mo, just get some sleep."

Tired, Qiao Mo leaned against Xiao Yan's arms and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

Tonight, be well.

Early the next morning, the little girl in his arms was still asleep, and Xiao Yan's sweet and weak breathing attracted Xiao Yan. He turned his head and kissed his little girl.

The phone vibrated, and the assistant Zhao Qian called.

Pick it up, lower your voice, don't want to wake up the sleeping person.

On the other side, Zhao Qian's voice was urgent, "Boss, Lu Hailan is probably dying."

Xiao Yan's fingers paused for a moment, staring at the little face of the sleeping little woman for a moment, then said after a long silence: "Use all your connections to keep this matter a secret, and I will take Qiao Mo away this afternoon. Lu Hailan's funeral, you should arrange it carefully."

(End of this chapter)