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

Chapter 30

The man's voice was more mellow and hoarse than usual, and his cool palms pressed her body urgently.

Qiao Mo was woken up, the first thing he smelled was not the usual familiar clear breath, but the mellow smell of brandy, Qiao Mo felt a little bit in his heart, his little hand clasped his arm, staring at the water in the dark Eyes, fixedly looking at his face, "Have you been drinking?"

And Xiao Yan obviously didn't have the energy and effort, or in other words, didn't have the patience to answer her, the thin nightgown was torn instantly in his palm.

Qiao Mo's skin turned cold, and she attacked unexpectedly, making her tremble all over.

The man Xiao Yan, since Qiao Mo knew him, has always been like an iceberg without temperature. Even when he smiles, people can't feel any warmth.

And tonight's Xiao Yan, like a lit torch, almost melted the little girl.

……

After the lengthy love, Qiao Mo put on Xiao Yan's white shirt and sat by the window. It was rare for her to sleep that night.

At three o'clock in the morning, she hugged her knees and sat quietly on the window sill, looking at the morning stars in the sky outside, with her little hand on her abdomen.

Xiao Yan was hungover and had a splitting headache. He pressed his long fingers on his temples and opened his eyes slightly. , gently made his heart move slightly.

Xiao Yan got up, and walked to her side, although Qiao Mo didn't turn his head, he had already sensed his approach, leaned his little head against his waist, and said in a soft voice: "Mr. Xiao, I didn't I've never seen someone get drunk and have sex like this."

One of Xiao Yan's long arms was around her shoulders, playing with her long hair that fell on her shoulders, lowering her head, and gently sniffing at the top of her hair.

His words are still pitifully few.

But Qiao Mo wanted to say a lot. She turned around and buried her small face deeply in his waist. With her slender arms hugging his waist, she asked softly, "Why are you so drunk?"

He smelled of alcohol all over his body, but even if he lost his mind after drinking, he was still an elegant drinker. For a man like Xiao Yan, no matter how embarrassed he was, he would not look too embarrassed.

The man didn't answer, just kissed her lightly on the forehead.

Qiao Mo asked himself: "Why me? Xiao Yan, why was it me?"

In fact, until now, she still doesn't quite understand why Xiao Yan married her. He has such good conditions, and there are many women in Haicheng who want to marry him, but she is such an ordinary woman who was married by him.

Qiao Mo never expected that Xiao Yan would answer her question.

"Young and beautiful, I never deny it, Jomo, your body attracts me."

Qiao Mo's chest that was originally warm suddenly felt colder than ever before. She froze slightly in his arms. After being stiff for a while, she seemed to recover, and gently pushed his waist away with a pair of small hands, " I'm sleepy and want to sleep."

Just as her feet were about to land on the ground, the man's arms caught her legs and lifted her up into the air.

Qiao Mo stared blankly at him in the dark night, and finally stretched out his arms, wrapped them around his neck, and tucked his little face into his neck obediently.

……

The next morning, as soon as Qiao Mo woke up, she felt a soreness between her legs. She couldn't explain the slight tingling pain. She got up and went to the bathroom to check. There was blood underneath.

After Xiao Yan woke up from the bed, he knocked on the door and came in to wash up. Qiao Mo panicked.

"Jomo, open the door."

It's not early, last night he was drunk and haunted Qiao Mo all night, and he got up late this morning. In Xiao Yan's previous life, he had never lost control like this, and everything he did was just right.

Jomo was the only one out of control since he lived for 32 years.

Thinking of this, the corner of the man's eyes twitched, a little anxious and impatient, and he knocked on the bathroom door a few more times, "Jomo."

He stood outside the door, with his long legs bent, calling for the people inside to open the door.

Jomo panicked inside, scratching his hair, thinking that the blood was bleeding because he had done too much last night, and opened the door with a bad face.

Xiao Yan went in to wash up, and Qiao Mo brushed his teeth together. The two of them stood in front of the mirror, awkwardly.

Jomo finally couldn't bear it and said, "Don't touch me like last night in the future."

Xiao Yan washed off the toothpaste scum on his face, and lifted his refreshing chin, with a look like "I can touch it as I like".

Qiao Mo sighed helplessly, pushed him away, walked out of the bathroom, and said without looking back: "From now on, if you don't know how to measure, we will sleep in separate rooms."

Xiao Yan was slightly startled, probably got some information from Qiao Mo's words, strode out, and grabbed her wrist, he was angry for getting up, had a bad temper in the morning, and his handsome brows were also frowned. Shen, "Say it clearly."

Qiao Mo wanted to cry but had no tears. He said it so clearly, how else should he say it clearly?
"I, my..."

Xiao Yan narrowed her long and narrow eyes, let go of her wrist, and turned her back to change clothes, "You want to deprive me of my rights without a valid reason? Qiao Mo, is this how you read it?"

Jomo was furious for a while, "You made me bleed!"

After finishing speaking, he wanted to bite his tongue and kill himself, especially when Xiao Yan turned around and stared at her with strange eyes, the hairs on her whole body stood on end.

Qiao Mo pushed him and was hugged by Xiao Yan. The man still frowned deeply, but his voice became hoarse. He hugged the soft woman in his arms tightly with his arms, his eyes were deep, "Let me see .”

Jomo: "..."

He wants to see?
Qiao Mo hesitated: "No, no, it's not serious."

As Qiao Mo said, he pushed him away and went to pick up his clothes.

Xiao Yan hugged her from behind, with rare patience, "It hurts?"

Qiao Mo blushed, why did he ask such a serious question?For this kind of thing, it's fine to stop at the end, he asked vigorously.

Jomo bit his lip and nodded in a dazed way.

"Then rest for a while."

Qiao Mo was startled, turned his head slightly to look at him, and felt that something was wrong with him since last night. Why did he suddenly become so nice to her?

Xiao Yan looked at her, stared at himself with big eyes, and asked, "What are you looking at me for?"

Qiao Mo blinked his big watery eyes and shook his head slightly, "No, no, I just think that your temper seems to be better."

"I used to have a bad temper?"

When Qiao Mo said that, it really didn't mean that, but this man is really not ordinary, he always distorts the meaning of her words.

Qiao Mo sighed slightly, turned around in his arms, and helped him tie the bow tie with his little hands, "Don't Mr. Xiao feel that he has a bad temper?"

The one who ordered her to do this and that again, isn't that bad?

Anyway, if you ask her to do something, you should be more pleasant.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yan slightly pushed her waist away, and ordered as usual: "Go, wash the inner treasury."

Qiao Mo: "...Why? The clothes are always washed by Mrs. Yan."

"Personal items, I don't like letting people I don't know touch them."

Qiao Mo's ears warmed up. What did he mean by that, he knew her well?
Qiao Mo despised himself a little, and wanted to be hypocritical, "Since when did I get to know you?"

After she finished speaking, she turned sideways and didn't dare to look at him.

In the end, the man cast a cold sentence on top of her head: "I've done it so many times, you don't know me well?"

Jomo: "..."

This man, can you speak a little more bluntly!
Can't you be more reserved?

Jomo stood on the sink and helped him wash his personal clothes. Her cheeks were getting hotter and hotter. This was the first time for her to wash a man's underwear!
She stood for a while, and the pain in the stomach became more and more obvious, with a sharp, clearer feeling.

His stomach was also churning, and Xiao Yan was about to go downstairs when he heard a sound of nausea in the bathroom.

Jomo lay on the edge of the toilet, retching.

Xiao Yan glanced at the clothes in the basin, and said coldly: "Help me wash the inner room, makes you feel so disgusted?"

Jomo felt uncomfortable all over and didn't bother to explain to him.

When she got up and felt better, she ran downstairs. Xiao Yan didn't even have breakfast, so he drove to the company.

Jomo leaned on the carved railing on the second floor, curled his lips, and he would misinterpret her and misunderstand what she meant.

……

At the beginning of senior year, there were still a lot of courses, but now the basic courses are over, and Qiao Sheng’s operation was successful, so after breakfast, Qiao Mo didn’t pay too much attention to his minor physical problems, so he went to Rong’s for an interview .

The interview was very successful, and Rong Chengmo was very friendly.

"Miss Qiao, this is my business card. If you have any questions, you can contact me directly. No accident, come to report on time at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, huh?"

Qiao Mo is studying art application. Although Rong Chengmo's company is a real estate company, art application does not have to be a counterpart. Jobs like interior design are all available.

Jomo now has only one purpose, and that is to make money.

Although Qiao Sheng's operation was successful, the follow-up medical expenses must be a lot of money. She doesn't have much qualification and right to pick and choose the position.

What's more, the job and salary that Rong Chengmo gave were indeed quite good.

Qiao Mo was in a good mood, and took the business card, "Okay, thank you, Mr. Rong, for ignoring the villains. I'm really sorry about the accident last time."

Rong Chengmo nodded lightly, "It's okay, Luo Luo's friends are my friends."

……

Qiao Mo came home before Xiao Yan went home. Qiao Mo usually likes to make desserts. He thought that he would report to the new company tomorrow morning. Now he is idle, so he mixed the flour and prepared to make some small cakes and cookies. .

She was busy for about two hours. After wrapping the cake and biscuits, she came out of the kitchen carrying them. Xiao Yan just came back from the outside.

When she saw him, she immediately smiled and said, "You're back?"

Xiao Yan obviously didn't have a good face, with a cold face, he didn't even look at her.

Qiao Mo thought to himself, could he still misunderstand her because of the morning incident?
As soon as Xiao Yan stepped up the stairs with his long legs, Qiao Mo trotted after him, holding his arm with his small hand, "Do you want cake and biscuits? I just made them."

Xiao Yan pulled his arm away from her, and said in a low voice, "I don't like desserts."

Jomo gave a disappointed "Oh", and then followed him upstairs, saying, "I didn't do that on purpose in the morning, I seem to have caught a cold last night, and I feel sick all day today."

Xiao Yan didn't respond at all.

Qiao Mo was a little anxious. Ever since she was a child, she hated the feeling of being misunderstood. She asked anxiously, "Xiao Yan, did you hear my explanation?"

Xiao Yan walked to the door of the study room, turned around abruptly, Qiao Mo stopped abruptly, and looked at him expectantly with his small face up.

But the man still didn't change his previous attitude, "I have to work now, don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

Their relationship was just better last night and this morning, and now, it seems to be back to the original point.

Qiao Mo muttered: "I have to work in the company, and I have to work again when I go home. Aren't you tired?"

(End of this chapter)