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

Chapter 281 It's Okay, She's Accompanied Along the Way
After Xiao Yan boarded the plane with Qiao Mo, it was a flight of more than ten hours, and Qiao Mo was a pregnant woman who was about to give birth, so drowsiness was inevitable.

Not long after getting on the plane, Jomo fell asleep for a full hour.

When she woke up again, as soon as she opened her sleepy eyes, she saw the pair of deep eyes above her head, staring at her with a smile on her face.

Qiao Mo subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched the corner of his mouth, but he didn't cry.

Xiao Yan couldn't help laughing, took away her little hand touching the corner of her mouth, and teased: "You are drooling, but I wiped it off for you."

Jomo was startled, and then realized, "Liar."

With a slight anger on her face, she wrapped her arms around the man's arm and leaned on his shoulder again. Qiao Mo opened the sun visor and looked at the blue sky and day outside the cabin. She sighed slightly: "A Yan, you know what? ?Many times I went to the United States, and I was alone. There were also many times in the United States, where I was almost disheartened and even hopeless. But this time, it was different from every other time.”

Xiao Yan tilted his head slightly, and kissed her forehead, "Huh? Why is it different?"

Qiao Mo pursed his lips, "This time, even though you are seriously ill, I am not so desperate after all.

Even though Xiao Yan might never return, Qiao Mo was not so desperate and disheartened.

She has already thought about everything and planned everything. Even if Xiao Yan is really unfortunate enough to be unable to get off the operating table, she still has a way out.

In other words, Xiao Yan's life and Xiao Yan's death felt a little more relieved.

Because she understands that no matter whether Xiao Yan lives or dies, she has already made plans to live and die with him.

"Why?" Xiao Yan asked dumbly.

Qiao Mo bent his lips, "I remember when I lost my child a few years ago and went to New York with my brother, I leaned on my brother's shoulder like this, but at that time, I was thinking of you and Haicheng in my heart. With tears in my eyes, I almost wanted to jump out of the plane, it would be better if I died like that. In the last few times I went to the United States, I was alone, and I went to you alone, with those uncertain answers , or the result of being abandoned by you, how could I be happy?"

Her happiness is because of him, and her sadness is still because of him.

Xiao Yan frowned slightly, kissed her forehead and said, "Xiao Mo, I'm sorry."

Qiao Mo shook his head slightly, "What is there to be sorry for? I am willing. My biggest hope now is to stay with you for a moment, just a moment, even if I stay for a minute or a second, I will be happy. "

Xiao Yan's voice was hoarse and low, and he responded: "Me too."

……

After more than ten hours of flight, Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo finally arrived in Boston, USA.

On the way to Massachusetts General Hospital, Qiao Mo leaned on Xiao Yan's shoulder and held his hand tightly.

Qiao Mo murmured: "I'll be at the hospital later, Ayan, this time...you can't run away anymore."

Xiao Yan was slightly taken aback, her heart was shaken, she held his hand so tightly, imitating his tone, and said such a sentence.

Once upon a time, he held her hand tightly like this, and said to her, "This time, you are not allowed to run away."

Xiao Yan responded lightly, "Okay, I won't run."

……

After arriving at Massachusetts General Hospital, Xiao Yan was a frequent visitor here, and Zhao Qian had already arranged everything here before coming.

Xiao Yan's attending doctor, George, arranged for Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo to enter the hospital, and said to Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo in not-so-native Chinese: "Anron, the ward left for you last time, OK?"

Xiao Yan smiled lightly, "It couldn't be better."

George glanced at Jomo and said with a smile, "Your wife is so beautiful, no wonder you miss her so much."

Qiao Mo's ears warmed up, and he immediately said, "Thank you."

Xiao Yan also looked down at her, and held her hand even tighter.

After George brought them into the ward, he said, "Anron, I have something to tell you, you and your wife should rest first."

After George left, Jomo began to look around the house.

Xiao Yan put down his luggage, hugged her from behind, leaned on her shoulder, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Jomo looked at him sideways, "I'm looking at what kind of life you live when I'm not by your side."

The pretense that he lied to her to travel in the United States, and spent vacations in the United States with Su Qingwan, in fact, he must have spent all that time here.

Just thinking about it, Qiao Mo only felt a severe pain in his heart.

Xiao Yan sighed softly, and calmly replied: "Every morning, we draw water, appoint a nurse to take temperature and blood pressure, order to take medicine, and have chemotherapy two or three times a week."

Qiao Mo rubbed his handsome face, her throat was sore and painful, she choked up, and asked, "Just do this? Is there anything else?"

Slightly less boring, less painful.

Xiao Yan's eyes were well understood, as if ink had been splashed, and he stared at her with burning eyes, "There is one more important thing..."

"Huh? What?"

"Miss you."

Jomo's tears fell down without warning.

She pursed her lips and stared at him with clear eyes, "Every day, just lie here, miss me?"

Xiao Yan laughed at himself, "Sometimes I lie down, sometimes I sit, sometimes I am in a daze, 24 hours a day, at that time I miss you all day long."

Jomo hugged his neck and threw herself into his arms. She cried and laughed, "It's so stupid."

Why didn't you tell her earlier, why did you let her know now?

If it had been earlier, she would have stayed by his side.

Xiao Yan lowered his head, Qiao Mo had a premonition that he was going to kiss him, so he closed his eyes and waited quietly for the kiss.

But before the kiss fell, the door opened with a "click".

Qiao Mo was startled, opened his eyes, and saw a female nurse rushing in, seeing Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo embracing each other, with an apologetic expression, "Sorry!"

Immediately, the door was closed again.

Qiao Mo buried himself in Xiao Yan's arms, his cheeks were hot, he cried and laughed, he was really ashamed.

Xiao Yan smiled sullenly and hugged her tightly in his arms.

……

After everything settled down, Xiao Yan began to receive treatment formally, but the chemotherapy process made Qiao Mo a little miserable.

Xiao Yan, who is not afraid of pain, curls himself up like a baby during chemotherapy again and again. Every time Qiao Mo stands outside the glass window, he just feels like a knife is piercing his heart.

On this day, Xiao Yan was in the chemotherapy room, and Qiao Mo stood outside the chemotherapy room waiting as usual.

A female nurse walked towards him, and Qiao Mo could tell at a glance that it was the female nurse who devoted herself to taking care of Xiao Yan these days besides Qiao Mo herself.

That day, when Xiao Yan was making out with her, it was also this female nurse who broke in.

Jomo stood up and greeted him politely.

The Chinese-American female nurse seemed to be about the same age as Qiao Mo. She glanced at the chemotherapy room inside and asked, "Is Mr. Xiao undergoing chemotherapy in there?"

Jomo nodded, "Yes."

"You are so enviable."

Jomo laughed, suspicious, how could they be enviable?
Aren't those couples who are healthy and stay together for a lifetime more enviable?
"how could be?"

The female nurse shook her head, "Mrs. Xiao, you probably don't know how much your husband loves you."

Qiao Mo frowned slightly, where did he start talking.

Seeing her puzzled, the female nurse explained: "Actually, several years ago, I was assigned to take care of Mr. Xiao. From then on, I decided that every time he came to Massachusetts General Hospital, I would take care of him. So I applied to the director to take care of Mr. Xiao."

Qiao Mo looked at the girl, and when he said Xiao Yan, the light in her eyes was like the light of a star that suddenly lit up.

This girl...may like Xiao Yan.

The intuition from a woman is always accurate and scary.

Jomo only heard her say: "A few years ago, when Mr. Xiao came to Massachusetts for the first time for treatment, he often lay alone in the ward where he sleeps now. Apart from receiving treatment like ordinary patients, he did not He doesn’t talk very much, but often listens to the earphone quietly alone. At that time, we all thought he was listening to music, but regretted it. He said he was listening to his wife’s voice. When talking about his wife, he would be a little bit Happy. He listened to his wife’s recording repeatedly every day, and never got tired of it. It was also at that time that I began to pay attention to this Mr. Xiao.”

The more Jomo listened, the faster his heart beat.

She looked into the chemotherapy room, her lips fluttered slightly, how many things does A Yan still hide from her?
The female nurse laughed at herself, and said with a smile: "Actually, I'm not afraid of Mrs. Xiao's ridicule. I like Mr. Xiao quite a bit, but it's not the kind of liking that Mrs. Xiao has for Mr. Xiao. I hope you don't misunderstand."

Qiao Mo smiled faintly, "Yeah, Ah Yan is quite likable."

The female nurse couldn't help laughing, "But in Mr. Xiao's eyes, Mrs. Xiao is always the only one. This time, I heard that Mr. Xiao is here, and I'm a little happy..."

"Huh?" Jomo was taken aback.

The female nurse probably noticed something was wrong, and quickly explained: "I'm not happy that he is sick. Sometimes I think, if every patient I take care of can never step into this place again. But for Xiao Sir, I want to take care of him again, but when I think about it, he came here, which means that his illness has not recovered... In short, Mrs. Xiao, Mr. Xiao really loves you. Whether it was a few years ago or now. This Once, Mr. Xiao came, I wanted to come and see him, but I was reckless that day..."

Qiao Mo smiled lightly, "It's okay."

"Finally one day, Mrs. Xiao learned of his condition. I am so happy for him. This time, although I have to endure more pain, but fortunately, this time I have you by my side."

Qiao Mo's heart was shaken. The nurse said every word to her heart, "Yes."

——Fortunately, this time, she was with her.

"Usually, he is alone, it's poor."

……

At this time, Xiao Yan had finished chemotherapy, and the operating doctor inside had already come out.

Jomo greeted the nurse and entered the chemotherapy room.

Xiao Yan was covered in sweat and was resting on the hospital bed.

Jomo walked over, helped him up, and said, "Fortunately, I followed stubbornly."

Xiao Yan was taken aback by the words without beginning or end, "Huh?"

Qiao Mo joked, "If I hadn't come with me, I'm afraid the lady nurse would really confess to you. No matter where you go, you will add a rival to me."

"What nurse confessed to me?" Xiao Yan was still at a loss.

Qiao Mo laughed, this person's EQ fluctuates up and down, just like a roller coaster.

(End of this chapter)