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

Chapter 295 From a workaholic to a man with a strict wife
After nine o'clock in the evening, after Qiao Mo finished feeding the baby in the nursery, he coaxed the baby and waited for Xiao Yan to come back.

Qiao Mo gently rocked the cradle, Zixi and Ziwang were sleeping sweetly with their little faces.

After an unknown amount of time, Qiao Mo heard the sound of a car pulley downstairs. She walked to the window and looked into the yard downstairs. Sure enough, it was Xiao Yan who had returned.

Jomo went downstairs to meet him, and the two arrived in the living room one after the other, "Are you back?"

"Well, where's Jiale?"

Jomo took the black cashmere coat he took off and hung it on a hanger beside him, "Jiale is going to Mom's."

Xiao Yan was slightly taken aback, a little surprised that little devil was willing to leave obediently, "Leaving so easily?"

Qiao Mo approached him, looked at him, and teased, "You don't regret it, do you?"

"How come, that child is too naughty, I don't have to worry about leaving."

"I told her some reasoning, and she retreated without a fight, probably because she understood that you would never accept her friendship with you, so you made up your mind to give up this fruitless secret love."

Jomo turned around and wanted to go to the kitchen to warm up milk for him, but she didn't hear his echo for a long time. She looked back at him suspiciously.

Seeing Xiao Yan standing there with a serious expression, he didn't know what he was thinking, Qiao Mo joked: "Aren't you blaming me for taking the initiative to drive Jiale away?"

Xiao Yan came back to his senses, smiled lightly and said, "I was just thinking, how could that child fall in love with me."

Jomo shook his head disapprovingly, "I don't agree with what you said, what do you mean how can I like you?"

Isn't it normal to like him?

Otherwise, how could there be so many people chasing him?
Xiao Yan was silent for a while, Qiao Mo said again: "Then why didn't you ask me, how could you like someone like you?"

Xiao Yan couldn't help but groped to the kitchen, hugged her slender waist, leaned on her shoulder, and said with a doting smile: "Then why do you like people like me? We are such a good Xiaomo, why do you like me?" Such a bad Xiao Yan?"

Qiao Mo was amused and couldn't help laughing, "Are you blaming me for driving Jia Le away? If you want Jia Le to come back, I'll call and ask Jia Le to come back..."

"How could I blame you for driving Jia Le away." Xiao Yan sighed lowly, "You are so smart, and you persuaded Jia Le to turn around without any effort. I am happy."

Jomo nodded, "Well... I like to hear that."

Jomo was in his arms, turned slightly, pointed at his handsome face with his slender fingers, and said mischievously: "You, it's enough to harm me alone, other good girls, don't cause trouble anymore. I Ah, this is to persuade Jia Le to turn around as soon as possible, find a good man, and don't fall for you."

Xiao Yan grabbed her little hand that was fluttering on his face, put it on his lips, and bit it lightly, "Okay, I will only harm you in my life."

When the milk is hot, Jomo brought the milk to him, "Drink it while it's hot, don't work tonight, you always work so late recently, and dark circles appear under your eyes. Tonight, just take a good rest."

Xiao Yan didn't refuse either, the work was piled up like a mountain, and he couldn't finish it today. He hugged her and sighed, "From a workaholic to a strict wife, from now on, how do you tell me to stand in front of others?" Wei?"

"What's wrong with being strict with your wife? A man with a strict wife loves his family and takes care of his family. So, you should be a husband with a strict wife, good boy."

Xiao Yan lowered his head, clasped her waist with one big hand, and held her small face in the other. His lips were close to hers, and he called her hoarsely, "Xiao Mo..."

"Ok?"

"It's nothing, I just miss you so much."

Qiao Mo tiptoed, circled his neck, and kissed him lightly on the lips, "Do you still want to?"

Xiao Yan grabbed her, bowed his head and turned her back on the guest, and pressed her on the kitchen counter, "It's not good to be superficial..."

……

The next morning, when Xiao Yan woke up, Qiao Mo was still sleeping soundly.

Xiao Yan kissed the woman in his arms, Qiao Mo grunted, subconsciously slipped into his arms, embraced him with both hands, and tightly circled his neck.

Xiao Yan stretched out his hand, trying to pull the thin and limp arms off his neck, but this little woman's hands were quite strong.

"Good Xiaomo, my husband is about to wake up, let go."

Qiao Mo snorted, but he didn't intend to let go.

Xiao Yan couldn't help laughing, he subconsciously raised his head to look outside, he was already used to the darkness in front of him, but suddenly a bright light flashed by.

Xiao Yan was taken aback, Shimmer?

He lowered his head again to look at the little woman under him, but it was pitch black again.

That momentary twilight flashed by.

Although it was short-lived, it ignited a glimmer of hope in Xiao Yan's heart.

Jomo woke up a little in his arms, opened his sleepy eyes, and smiled at him, "You're awake, so sleepy..."

She leaned into his arms, closed her eyes, put her arms around his neck, acted coquettishly, and said softly, "Sleep with me for a while, okay?"

Xiao Yan's heart softened. Qiao Mo not only wanted to let himself sleep for a while, but also hoped that he could also rest for a while.

"it is good."

The two lay down again. Although Qiao Mo was a little sleepy, she was a little sober. She raised her head slightly, stared at the man's eyes closed and rested, and said softly: "It's almost the Chinese New Year."

She didn't want him to answer her, but she didn't expect Xiao Yan to answer her, "Well, what New Year's Eve gift do you want?"

Gift?

"It turns out that there are gifts on New Year's Eve."

Xiao Yan hugged her a little tighter, buried her in her heart, and took a deep breath of the fragrance, "Not in the past, but every year in the future."

"Then what are you going to give me?" Qiao Mo blinked, looking curiously at his sleepy handsome face.

Xiao Yan lowered his voice, and whispered in her ear: "Well... I have already thought about it, give me one first."

"……shameless."

Qiao Mo clenched his fists and thumped his chest lightly.

"Send you another little princess?" Xiao Yan said suddenly.

After hearing this, Qiao Mo was a little scared, and wrinkled his face, "Ah...? Are you going to have another child?"

For a long while, the air was quiet.

Xiao Yan laughed out loud, "You're kidding. How can I let you suffer the pain of giving birth again."

"...I hate it." Qiao Mo rubbed against his chest, but said with a blushing face, "If you want, it's not impossible, but not so fast... Wait for Zixi and Ziwang to grow up, so that they can take care of him." At one o'clock, if you still want a child, then we will be born again, okay?"

Xiao Yan's expression turned serious, he kissed her forehead, sighed and said, "No. Xiao Mo, I hope you won't be in any more pain in the future."

He likes the child she gave him, but if it hurts her so much, he would rather not have it again.

Qiao Mo's heart was moved, "Actually, it doesn't hurt that much, it's just that one moment. I just want to see you worrying about me and taking care of me when I was pregnant."

The feeling of being cared for by him is overwhelming.

Xiao Yan smiled indulgently, "I will give you whatever you want."

Qiao Mo faltered "Yes", and was kissed by him on the lips.

……

After Xiao Yan went to work, Qiao Mo and the nanny took the children to the supermarket to buy diapers.

The nanny bought several boxes of diapers at home last time, but these two little guys used them up very quickly, and they were gone in a blink of an eye.

Qiao Mo hugged her younger sister Ziwang, and the nanny hugged her elder brother Zixi.

When Jomo was looking at the diaper, he didn't notice the nanny behind him.

"Aunt Zhang, did you buy this kind of diaper last time?"

Behind him, there was no response for a long time.

Qiao Mo frowned and turned around, but Aunt Zhang was nowhere to be seen.

Qiao Mo was startled, "Aunt Zhang... Aunt Zhang!"

But in the huge supermarket, Aunt Zhang was nowhere to be seen.

She was so anxious that she was about to call Xiao Yan when her cell phone rang. It was Rong Chengmo's call.

Startled, she picked it up.

On the phone, Rong Chengmo's voice was cynical.

"Jomo, the nanny and the children are playing at my house, do you want to come over?"

Qiao Mo gritted his teeth and scolded: "Despicable! If you want revenge, you can attack me. Why do you want to hurt a child?!"

"Hey? You can't talk nonsense. I just invited your son to my house. How can I say that I am also Xiao Yan's friend, so why should your son call me uncle?"

Jomo was anxious and hated, and warned coldly: "If you dare to touch the child with a finger, I will never let it go!"

"Just come to my house quietly and don't tell Xiao Yan. I will return the child to you intact. I really just want to invite you, mother and son, to my house for a visit. Why are you so angry?"

Qiao Mo sank into anxious thoughts, closed his eyes, and agreed, "Okay, I'll come right away, you can't hurt the child!"

"Don't worry, this child is so cute, I don't want to hurt it."

……

Half an hour later, Jomo took a taxi and arrived at Rong's villa.

As soon as Qiao Mo entered Rong's house, Rong Chengmo was teasing the crying child in his arms.

Qiao Mo was startled, "Zixi!"

Qiao Mo handed the daughter in his arms to Aunt Zhang, hugged the crying son in Rong Chengmo's hand, and coaxed him softly.

"Zixi don't cry, don't cry, be good, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, mom is here..."

Qiao Mo coaxed Zixi for a while, and the child stopped crying.

Rong Chengmo said with a teasing smile: "I never thought that you would give up your great future in design to be the child-care woman behind Xiao Yan."

Qiao Mo sneered, "How I want to live my life is my business, so don't bother me!"

"Why are you so angry? I just wanted to invite you to catch up on the old days. I didn't expect you to be so annoyed."

Qiao Mo snorted coldly, and said with a smile: "Mr. Rong invites me to reminisce about the past in this way. Then I really don't understand Mr. Rong. I have nothing to reminisce with Mr. Rong! I hope Mr. Rong will stop using such a clumsy way. Invite me to catch up on the old days!"

"Tsk tsk, you're so angry, I want to invite you to dinner at my house."

"There's no need for dinner! Thank you Mr. Rong for your kindness!"

As Qiao Mo spoke, he hugged his son and said, "Aunt Zhang, let's go!"

Rong Chengmo blocked her way, "Since you're here, sit down."

Qiao Mo frowned, and said coldly: "Aren't you afraid that Xiao Yan will be really angry?"

"Xiao Yan? You and the child are here with me. No matter how angry he is, how dare he act rashly? You should be afraid, it should be me. If you make me unhappy, I may lose control and accidentally touch the child. Where did you hurt?"

Qiao Mo bit his lip, "Rong Chengmo, what exactly do you want?"

"Me? I don't want to do anything, I just want to... revenge, revenge, Xiao, Yan..."

He took the last four words and said them very lightly.

Jomo's heart trembled.

Thinking of what Xiao Yan told her about Xiao Xiao, Qiao Mo looked at Rong Chengmo's deep and dark amber eyes, and his heart trembled with fear.

But Qiao Mo stared at him, and asked word by word: "Rong Chengmo, do you love Xiao Xiao?"

(End of this chapter)