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

Chapter 280 Just want to buy her off with a bowl of wontons?
Jomo poked his head out while brushing his teeth.

Seeing her full of curiosity, Xiao Yan couldn't help laughing, and symbolically tapped the corners of his lips with his slender fingers.

Qiao Mo's face was blushing. She saw her own saliva in the mirror, but she didn't expect...

It really sucks.

In the bathroom, while brushing his teeth, Qiao Mo said to himself, "I'm an adult, but I'm still drooling. The key is that you found out."

In his sleep, calling "wonton" Liu Halazi, Qiao Mo imagined Xiao Yan staring at her.

He actually got up early to buy wontons for her.

She just suddenly wanted to eat it, even if she didn't eat it, it would be fine.

After Qiao Mo washed up, Xiao Yan pulled her over to eat wontons. Qiao Mo was holding the bowl of wontons, and they were delicious.

But she lowered her eyes and said seriously: "Don't think that I will forgive you for running out like this."

Just want to bribe her with a bowl of wontons?
Don't even think about it.

But the eye sockets gradually became hot and humid.

Qiao Mo pursed his mouth and looked up at him with clear eyes, "Even if you want to buy wontons, you don't have to go by yourself."

She put down the bowl of wontons and reached out to hold his hand. The winter in Haicheng is very cold, and he doesn't wear much, are you sure he won't catch a cold?

"Is it cold outside?"

Xiao Yan held her soft little hand instead, "No. Where is it so cold?"

Jomo sniffed, "Next time, you are not allowed to run out like this again."

Xiao Yan stared at her with burning eyes, if there is really a "next time", it would be great.

But he was really afraid that this would be the last time he lined up to buy wontons for her, and he was also afraid that if she asked for something to eat in her sleep in the future, he would never deliver it in person again.

Xiao Yan smiled wryly, maybe someone else would listen to her raving in her sleep, or maybe someone would help her get up early and line up for breakfast.

Xiao Yan stroked her soft hair and asked, "How does it taste?"

Jomo laughed again, scooped up a wonton with a spoon, and handed it to his mouth, "You'll know if you try it."

Xiao Yan lowered his head and ate one.

The wonton store in the east of the old city has always had the best business. At six or seven o’clock in the morning, there would be a long line of elders. Some foodies even rushed from the farthest west of the city to the east of the old city at five o’clock in the morning. Go for a bowl of hot wontons.

The store in the east of the old city is also very special. It sells a limited number of [-] copies every morning. Therefore, usually at [-] o'clock in the morning, the store is no longer open for business. That's why it's so delicious.

While eating, Qiao Mo asked, "This wonton tastes really good, Ayan, did you buy it at the breakfast shop near the hospital?"

"It's the one in the east of the old city."

Qiao Mo paused her arms and stopped in a daze. She raised her clear eyes and said in astonishment, "You ran to the east of the old city from here?"

Just for this bowl of wontons?
"Yeah, I heard you talk about the deliciousness of that restaurant before, but I never went there with you. I wanted to buy two servings, but each person only sells one. If you like to eat, I will buy it tomorrow."

Qiao Mo's nose suddenly surged with sourness.

What nonsense is he talking about, how could she let him go so far as a patient, braving the cold to queue up in this winter?

The hot tears in the eyes suddenly fell down and dripped into the wonton soup, causing a small ripple.

Qiao Mo sniffed, turned away the reddish eye sockets, bit his lips and said, "It's not delicious."

"Really?" Xiao Yan looked at her with a faint smile.

As soon as Qiao Mo remembered that he drove to the east of the old city alone, his heart beat uncontrollably.

Doesn't he know how dangerous it is?

What would happen to him if he lost consciousness due to a headache in the middle of the drive?

Jomo threw away the wonton, threw himself into his arms, opened his mouth and bit his neck, "I won't let you go again, do you hear me?"

It was like a punishment, but Qiao Mo couldn't take it seriously.

She lay beside his neck, weeping silently.

Xiao Yan caressed her slightly trembling back, "Don't cry, haven't I come back well?"

"What's so strange about the ravioli from the east of the old city? The important thing is you, Xiao Yan. I won't let you stop making fun of your own life like this."

Xiao Yan only nodded and agreed to her, "Yes, yes."

When she cried, he had no choice but to hold her in his arms and keep coaxing her baby.

Perhaps, in this world, Xiao Yan didn't have a calamity at all, but when he met Qiao Mo, he achieved all the calamities in his life.

Xiao Yan hugged her, paused for a while, and finally said: "Tomorrow, we will leave for Massachusetts General Hospital."

Qiao Mo trembled all over, then nodded, "Okay, then I'll call Madam Yan to pack our luggage. We'll leave tomorrow morning."

Qiao Mo was pulling away from his embrace, and wanted to reach out to get his mobile phone to call Mrs. Yan, but Xiao Yan pressed him into his arms again.

Qiao Mo was taken aback, but hadn't realized what happened, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Yan pursed his lips and said solemnly: "Xiao Mo, I didn't intend to take you with me."

Jomo's heart was startled, he bit his lips and said with a teasing smile: "Then are you going to take other women without telling me?"

Xiao Yan let go of her, and stared at her seriously, "Xiao Mo, I don't intend to take anyone with me."

"Including me too?"

But how could she be the same as "anyone"?
"I don't want you to cry anymore." Xiao Yan stretched out his hand and wiped the tears off her face with his fingertips.

Qiao Mo held his hand, laughed and said, "I've already shed so many tears for you, do you still care about this?"

Jomo said: "Take me there. No matter what the result is, I have to see it with my own eyes before I believe it. If you are really unfortunate enough to leave, then I can carry your ashes back to Haicheng. If you survive by chance, then I can also stay by your side and take care of you, Ayan, this time, I don't want to let other women take advantage of it, I know that even in the end, you will still belong to me, and I will still belong to you, since the result is like this , Then why do we have to go around so many more times? Song Xiazhi is, Su Qingwan is, I don’t want to be next time, who made us go around for so many years.”

Xiao Yan was relieved that Qiao Mo was right. He stroked her little face and said, "Yes, they are not worth letting us go around for so many years, so many times."

In a few days, Qiao Mo is going to give birth. At this time, going to the United States is actually a bit dangerous.

I can't be sure, Qiao Mo may have a baby on the plane. These days, Qiao Mo occasionally feels that he is about to go into labor, but he is afraid that Xiao Yan will be worried, and feels that he has made a fuss, so he didn't say it once.

It's really irresponsible for her to be a pregnant woman.

Qiao Mo lowered his head, caressed his lower abdomen and said, "Zixi, Ziwang, mother should pay close attention to you, but her heart is completely on father. You won't be angry, will you?"

Xiao Yan's forehead matched hers, and he couldn't help but laugh, "The children are probably sulking at their mother right now."

"Then they... won't be angry and refuse to come out?"

"No, Zixi and Ziwang are not short-tempered people, they won't argue with their mother, right?"

Xiao Yan reached out and gently stroked her ball-like belly.

Qiao Mo sighed, hugged Xiao Yan's neck, closed his eyes slightly, and said, "I'm finally going to America."

……

In the afternoon, Aunt Yan brought Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo's luggage over.

Qiao Mo took care of him for a while, and Xiao Yan immediately hugged him by the waist. Qiao Mo exclaimed, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Xiao Yan hugged her to the bed, "Have a good rest, don't worry about these things anymore. Just leave the clothes in the suitcase, why fold them?"

Jomo lay in his arms, poking his chest with his small hands, "Didn't you never wear crumpled clothes? If you don't fold them well, you'll have to press them for more than ten hours. When you arrive in the United States, they will probably be wrinkled."

"When I went to the United States, I guess I couldn't even put on my own clothes, so what else should I tidy up?"

After Qiao Mo thought about it, he was right, when he arrived in the United States, he must be wearing a hospital gown.

But Qiao Mo wanted to give him the best.

She smiled in his arms, "After you were with me, you became more and more informal."

Xiao Yan also laughed, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and asked, "For example?"

"For example, when you drink water, you won't worry about whether it's your own cup, and you won't use serving chopsticks to pick up food when you eat. It doesn't matter if your shirt is wrinkled. In the past, your shirt was wrinkled a little, but your brows can be wrinkled like that. Mountains. Ayan, it’s nice of you to be like this.”

Jomo hugged his neck, getting tired of being in his arms.

Xiao Yan patted her on the back, "It's better to be sloppy?"

Qiao Mo closed his eyes and nodded in his arms, "Yes, this way, I feel that you are getting closer and closer to me. In the past, I always felt that you are like a god who can't walk down the altar. I am so far away. I dare not even look at you squarely, let alone love you."

Xiao Yan kissed her, and the kiss fell on her face like dense raindrops, "Then do you know that these cleanliness will disappear automatically only when they treat you?"

He is willing to drink a glass of water with her, to use his own chopsticks or her chopsticks to pick up vegetables, and he is willing to wear her crumpled and soiled shirt.

No one is more suitable for him than Jomo, and no one is better than Jomo.

Jomo chuckled, "That's great."

"Xiao Mo, I often think about what the life of our family of four will look like if I wait until the child is born, and if I can survive. I have thought about it many, many times. .”

"Yeah, I often have dreams recently, dreaming about the picture of our family of four together."

Qiao Mo gradually fell asleep in his arms, Xiao Yan kissed her eyelids, got up, sat on a chair beside her, stared at her occasionally, and wrote something at the desk.

If he really left, he had to leave something for her.

And he couldn't think of anything better, and he couldn't think of anything less vulgar, only this letter could be left to her.

In the middle of the night, he turned on a desk lamp with warm colors and soft colors, and his wife turned over occasionally. He didn't go back to bed until he finished writing all the letters and put away the letters.

Perhaps some cold air was brought into the quilt, Qiao Mo arched towards the warm place, Xiao Yan took advantage of the situation to hug her, and whispered in her ear, "Xiao Mo, I love you."

Jomo didn't know if she heard it, but her arm hung around his neck, as if responding silently.

The small face rubbed into his chest.

……

The next morning, an early morning flight.

Early in the morning, Zhao Qian drove the car and waited downstairs in the hospital.

After Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo entered the Maybach, Xiao Yan asked Zhao Qian, "Has the doctor arrived at the airport?"

Before Qiao Mo realized what doctor Xiao Yan was talking about, he only heard Zhao Qian say, "I'm already waiting at the airport."

Jomer asked, "What doctor?"

Xiao Yan stretched out his hand and stroked her stomach, "These days are the period of labor, I am afraid that there will be an accident on the plane for more than ten hours, so I arranged for an obstetrician and gynecologist."

Jomo: "..."

However, I have to say that Xiao Yan was really thoughtful. Even Qiao Mo himself was just worried, but after all, he was not as thoughtful as he thought.

Jomo leaned on his shoulder, held his hand with his small hand, placed it on his leg, bent his lips and said, "With you here, I'm not afraid."

Xiao Yan sighed softly, "But I'm afraid."

I'm afraid.

Her safety is his life.

"If there is another time, I will never let you take the risk of having a child again."

(End of this chapter)