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

Chapter 50 Feeling the Fetal Movement
Qiao Mo's ears and face were blushing, and he sat on Xiao Yan's lap in an uncomfortable posture.

She lowered her face slightly, pursed the corners of her lips, and said sullenly: "Put me down, it's not convenient to apply medicine..."

The man's big palm tightly fixed her slender waist, not only did not let go of her as promised, but hugged her even tighter, "It's okay, you wipe yours."

Her voice was hoarse, revealing a sexy charm.

Jomo had no choice but to let him hold him, holding his injured arm with one small hand, and holding a cotton ball soaked in alcohol in the other small hand to wipe the wound for him.

That day, the force she used to cut down with the fruit knife was very heavy, so the wound was extraordinarily deep, and Qiao Mo could faintly feel that he could touch the bones inside him.

Really... Doesn't it hurt?

Thinking of this, she raised her face slightly, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I've lost control of my emotions recently..."

The man suddenly took the cotton ball and alcohol from her hand, turned over, and gently brought her onto the bed, his thin lips suddenly fell, pressing on her soft lips, and his voice was hoarse, "No need to explain, it's mine." wrong."

Qiao Mo was already a little moved, but at this moment, his eye sockets became even more moist. He sniffed, put his arms around his neck, and stared at his deep black eyes with a pair of full water eyes.

A big palm reached down and landed on her lower abdomen. Qiao Mo was startled, subconsciously trying to protect himself.

But those black eyes looked at her, their eyes were gentle, as if giving her a relief, those big palms gently rubbed on her lower abdomen, and explained lightly: "I just wanted to say hello to the child that day. .”

Qiao Mo's fingers froze, and immediately wrapped around Xiao Yan's slender fingers.

Ten fingers intertwined, and the only coolness left at the fingertips was also dissipated by the warmth.

Qiao Mo lowered her face and carefully helped him wrap her arm with gauze. Xiao Yan clasped her little hand and squeezed it tightly in his big palm.

"Huh?" She raised her eyes, which were shining brightly.

The man moved his thin lips, "Song Xiazhi is not my lover, but I do owe her a life. Qiao Mo, I don't want to deny that I married you because I found out that your kidney source was a good match for her. high."

Qiao Mo's fingers froze, and the smile on his lips also froze, and his small hand pulled away from his big palm without a trace, "Then what do you mean, everything you do is for Song Xiazhi...?"

"Yes, but that was at the beginning." The man's deep eyes fell on her disappointed little face, and he said word by word: "But now, I will not force you to make any decisions. The person who owes Song Xiazhi is not you, but me. .So Jomo, I respect all your decisions."

The little woman's eyes were startled, her foggy eyes were red, "Xiao Yan...I want to know...what happened between you and Song Xiazhi? I, can I know?"

This man has always been maverick and arrogant. It is more difficult for him to explain something, but Qiao Mo wants to know, know his past, and participate in his future.

Xiao Yan's dark eyes darkened, recalling what happened back then, it seemed that he still had lingering fears, and the bottom of his eyes was full of pain.

"Ten years ago, Song Xiazhi and I were the best buddies. My past life was so bad that I only had Song Xiaming as my friend. One day, my brother and sister and I went to the wild sea in the suburbs. We agreed before There is a swimming competition in the sea, and whoever loses will be in charge of the graduation thesis. The result...maybe his leg cramps in the water, that was the last time I saw Xia Ming...if I didn't compete with him that day, he wouldn't have drowned ..."

How old was Xiao Yan ten years ago? 22 years old.The youthful vitality was blown away by such a tragic parting of life and death.

Qiao Mo put his arms around his neck, and threw his slender body into his arms, "It's because of this incident that you have blamed yourself until now? You want to make up for all the debts you owed Song Xiaming to his sister, don't you? "

"Yes."

Qiao Mo closed his eyes slightly, with tears streaming down his face, he took his big hand and stroked his lower abdomen, crying tremblingly, "But Xiao Yan...this is your child...you really want to trade his life for it Does Song Xia know...?"

Even so, Qiao Mo couldn't willingly abort the child, lay down on the operating table, and donate a kidney for another woman.

"Jomo..." His lips fell on her forehead, kissing her lightly, his voice was hoarse and low: "If you don't want to, I won't force you again."

Qiao Meng choked slightly in his arms.

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That night, Xiao Yan took off his coat and leather shoes, and lay on the same hospital bed with Qiao Mo.

Even in the VIP ward, the bed is not as big as the bed at home. Xiao Yan, who is 1.9 meters tall, takes up almost the entire bed no matter how thin he is.

Jomo was as quiet as a kitten, obediently leaning against his arms, motionless.

After about 15 minutes, Jomer finally couldn't help asking, "How about I go to sleep on the sofa?"

Xiao Yan frowned, and looked at the little woman in his arms with black eyes, "What, uncomfortable?"

The man moved his arms clumsily, trying to hold Jomo more comfortably. Jomo couldn't help laughing in embarrassment: "I'm afraid you're uncomfortable."

"I'm fine, I'm not sick." The man replied with a serious and handsome face.

Qiao Mojiong: "..."

She was indeed a little uncomfortable...

Xiao Yan was a little slow, but finally came to his senses and sighed slightly, "If you want to sleep on the sofa, it should be me."

Qiao Meng was startled, and pursed his lips and said, "I... am relatively small, so I'd better go to sleep!"

She was about to get up from his arms, but was pushed back by a big hand of the man.

"Xiao Mo, be obedient."

Qiao Mo stared blankly into his dark eyes, and when he heard the name "Xiao Mo", his heart skipped a beat.

Xiaomo?Even Qiao Sheng had never called her a nickname like "Xiao Mo", but Xiao Yan actually called her out with a serious face without blushing and heart beating.

Jomo turned his uncomfortable gaze elsewhere. The man on the hospital bed got out of bed, walked to the sofa, gave her a deep look, and then lay down on the sofa.

Qiao Mo turned over and turned her back to the man on the sofa. The moonlight poured all over the floor. She grabbed the pillow and hoarsely asked the question that had been lingering in her heart for a long time: "Xiao Yan... If, if I really If you don't save Song Xiazhi, will you blame me?"

Or even... hate her?
For a long time, there was no answer from the man.

Qiao Mo's heart slowly turned from hot to cold.

When I fell to the bottom, I heard the faint voice: "You have the right to protect yourself and your children. I can't blame you or hate you. Jomo, as I said, will respect your final choice."

The corners of Qiao Mo's lowered lips finally smiled slightly, raising a warm arc.

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In the morning, the villa in the middle of the mountain.

Su Hua threw a stack of photos in front of Song Xiazhi.

"Look for yourself, do you think Xiao Yan will still be willing to hurt the child in Qiao Mo's stomach for you?"

Every photo is a picture of Xiao Yan living with Qiao Mo in the hospital. Although the man in the picture has a cold face and can't see any emotions, it is not difficult to see from his cautious movements that he cares about Qiao Mo. The child in the belly.

In Xiao Yan's eyes, the expression was not pity, what else could it be?
Song Xiazhi was sitting on the sofa, his face was pale, but he didn't say a word.

Su Hua couldn't help provoking her: "Do you really want to see Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo together? I know you are noble, but when it comes to feelings, the comparison is who is smarter! Xia Zhi, you believe me, As long as you make a move, you will definitely be able to snatch Xiao Yan back from Qiao Mo's side!"

"This is Brother Xiao's own choice, and I have no right to interfere!"

Su Hua sneered, "Oh, don't pretend to be noble, the consequence of pretending to be noble is that Qiao Mo will take away everything from you!"

Song Xiazhi stared at those photos, every picture made her eyes sting, and her heart seemed to have been dug out with a bloody gash, bleeding tricklingly.

"what do I do?"

She asked softly, almost unable to believe that it was her own voice.

Su Hua chuckled, and patted Song Xiazhi's shoulder: "Have you finally figured it out?"

……

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Qiao Mo stayed in the hospital for more than half a month, and his body gradually recovered, and his complexion also improved a lot.

What Xiao Ruqing watched was full of joy. It is not difficult to see that the relationship between Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo has heated up.

Xiao Ruqing held Qiao Mo's little hand and said, "I'm so happy to see you like this."

Qiao Mo blushed, lowered his eyes, a little embarrassed.

Qiao Mo was about to be discharged from the hospital. Xiao Yan finished the discharge procedures and came in from the outside, "The procedures are completed, and you can leave the hospital now."

Qiao Mo said "Oh", and got up to pack her clothes. Xiao Yan put his hand on her shoulders, "You sit, and I will clean up with Mrs. Yan."

Xiao Ruqing looked at Qiao Mo with a meaningful smile.

While tidying up, Mrs. Yan said to Qiao Mo: "Our young lady is very lucky. Young master has never served anyone like this since he was a child!"

Xiao Yan's eyebrows and eyes were cold, and he glared at the talkative Sister Yan: "If you don't talk, no one will think you are dumb."

"Bad boy! When you were young, you drew a map on the bed and gave me a hush money. I still keep it from my wife!"

Both Xiao Ruqing and Qiao Mo were startled, and then burst out laughing.

Xiao Yan: "..."

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After returning to Xiao's house, Qiao Mo began to be protected. She was four months pregnant. Because of her thin body, her belly was not obvious.

But when Qiao Mo walked, he sometimes subconsciously began to support his waist.

Xiao Yan stood not far away, leaning on the carved railing, looking at his little wife from a distance.

The 22-year-old little woman has already conceived a little life for him in her stomach.

He couldn't convince himself to kill such a little life.

Leaning tall and tall, with a slender hand, he took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his straight trousers and made a call.

His eyes were slightly warm, still falling on the slender figure.

"I can't exchange Jomo's child for Zhizhi's health. Now I'm looking for another kidney source. Well, that's it."

……

Qiao Mo went downstairs with his waist supported, and suddenly stopped.

After Xiao Yan finished making the phone call, he was stunned when he saw the little woman standing on the stairs.

Strutting forward, he frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jomo froze for a moment, widened his eyes and said, "Just now, my stomach moved..."

Xiao Yanying frowned even deeper, "How could that be?"

Four-month-old babies are generally not yet formed, so how can there be fetal movement?

Qiao Mo was helped downstairs by him. Seeing his disbelieving expression, he explained, "I really moved just now. If you don't believe me, listen!"

Xiao Yan really leaned over his head, knelt in front of her with one knee, leaned his ear against her belly, and listened intently.

(End of this chapter)