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

Chapter 55 Another time, I will punish you

Several police officers withdrew from the inside after checking, and said to Xiao Yan, "Young Master Xiao, no one was found."

Xiao Yan copied his pockets with both hands, Yingting frowned slightly, and told the police: "There should be a cellar here, you should look for it."

Shuanzi was so frightened that his forehead was sweating, he stopped the policemen, and said with a smile on his face, "Comrade policemen, there is no cellar here!"

There is no 300 taels of silver here. Xiao Yan's eyes darkened, he pushed the plug and rushed into the back room behind him. On the kang, there was a nylon rope that was untied and could not be hidden in time.

He walked around the room, tested the hollowness of the floor with his foot, and when he found a hollow, he immediately bent down to pry the floor open.

"Come and help!"

Xiao Yan jumped down and found Qiao Mo beside a big wine tank.

Her little face was flushed and her breathing was unsteady. Xiao Yan was frightened and patted her little face, trying to wake her up a little.

"Little Mo, Xiao Mo!"

At the end of his consciousness, Qiao Mo murmured, thinking that he had a fantasy, otherwise, how could he see Xiao Yan coming to save her?

……

Mountain Clinic.

Jomo slept for a day and a night and woke up from hunger.

When I woke up, my eyes were hurt by the white spots on the surrounding walls.

She subconsciously asked in a low voice: "Where is this...?"

"This is a clinic in a mountain area. You have a low-grade fever, plus you haven't eaten for more than 24 hours, and you're physically exhausted."

A deep and magnetic familiar male voice cleared her mind up.

With wide eyes, he stared blankly at the handsome face beside the hospital bed.

"Aren't I, am I in the wine cellar?" She wasn't dreaming, was she?

Xiao Yan also looked at her with deep eyes, curled up his fingers, and flicked a chestnut on her forehead in a gentle way.

"Still feeling like a dream?"

Qiao Mo didn't respond for a while. After a long while, he bit his lip and suddenly burst into tears.

She cried very softly, like a kitten sobbing when it was wronged.

Xiao Yan's heart ached, and he hugged the little person into his arms, and with his big palms, he comforted her back.

Thin lips fell on her forehead and kissed her, but her tone was still stern, "Run away from home because of a temper? Next time, do you dare?"

Qiao Mo clenched softly, beat him with soft fists, wrinkled his little nose and cried messily, "I'm already like this...you still teach me..."

"Let you remember the lesson!"

She lowered her head and took a bite of her upturned little nose.

The little woman in his arms, tears stained the curled eyelashes, like mist, he was so soft that he couldn't say anything serious, he just hugged her small body, and said in a hoarse voice: "Sorry, I'm late."

The big palm clasped the back of her small head, pressing her tightly into her chest.

It was his fault. He shouldn't have let her go to the maternity check-up alone, causing her to have an accident.

Jomo cried and twitched in his arms, remembering the incident of being kidnapped, he was still in a daze until now.

She really didn't have the energy to say anything, and she didn't want to say anything, she just wanted to hug his neck and absorb the warmth he gave.

……

After two days of recuperation in the mountain clinic, Jomo remembered to ask him, "How did you get here?"

Hey, how did he come here without driving on such a long mountain road?

"I came with the police, because of you, so now we can only go out with the carriage here."

Jomo let out a casual "Oh".

Xiao Yan glanced at her, pursed his lips and said, "Let's find a restaurant to eat."

Jomo was a little surprised, "Is there a restaurant here?"

The noodle restaurant opened by the locals is hot inside, and there are no seats left for the full tables.

Jomo was afraid that he wouldn't be able to adapt, so he teased him: "Let's find another one."

But at this moment, my stomach let out a growl.

Xiao Yan snorted, went inside and brought out two bowls of noodles.

The two of them sat on the doorstep and ate the big bowl that was several times bigger than Qiao Mo's face.

She scooped it up with chopsticks and muttered, "What, such a big bowl, a big bowl of soup, how many noodles are there?"

But there are a lot of noodles, such a big bowl, Qiao Mo is very full.

But Xiao Yan is a man, so he shouldn't be able to handle such a little thing.

Qiao Mo rolled up the noodles with chopsticks and put them into his bowl, "I have a small stomach, so I can't eat that much."

Xiao Yan curled his lips into a smile, and his eyes fell lightly on her almost empty bowl, "You want to hold me to death?"

She pouted her small mouth, and she turned into a donkey's liver and lungs with good intentions. She lowered her head and blushed and ate one by one.

The taste of this noodle is... really bad.

"You still have to hug me later. How can you do it if you don't have enough energy?"

"When did I say I wanted to hug you?"

"Last night, you said that you wanted to carry me out of this big mountain depression."

"Last night? Are you in a dream?" Xiao Yan's eyes twitched.

The little woman held her chin and smiled sweetly at him with her big squinting crescent moon, "That's right."

……

Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo were sitting behind the carriage after finding a local carriage that went out to collect firewood.

The skin of the man driving the carriage was dark and glowing from the scorching sun all year round.

The carriage swayed, and the man sang a folk song high-spiritedly, hehe.

Then he asked Xiao Yan in the local mountain dialect: "Is this little girl bought in the city? The skin is tender and the meat is tender, so it's not from the mountains at first glance!"

Xiao Yan laughed, and replied solemnly: "Ten cows in exchange."

"Expensive! The girl outside has a stubborn temper. Press the kang a few more times, and let her give birth to a big fat boy for you, and you will be obedient!"

Jomo: "..."

This is too simple and rude.

Qiao Mo was tired, so he put his little hands into his open windbreaker, wrapped them around his slender waist, leaned against his arms and basked in the sun, squinting his eyes lazily to sleep.

Xiao Yan grabbed her small hand, stroked the scar on her wrist, and kissed her gently.

These days, she has suffered.

"Xiao Yan."

"Ok?"

"I thought I would never see you again. From now on, I will be your Mrs. Xiao well."

"Ah."

"Why don't you ask me how I came to this realization?"

Jomo raised his face from his arms and looked at him suspiciously.

He glanced at her teasingly, and then lay leisurely behind the carriage with one long arm resting on his forehead, and a random movement could fascinate Qiao Mo.

"Besides following me and being my wife, who else wants you?"

Qiao Mo was stunned, and wrinkled his little nose, "Hmph, there are so many people who have a crush on me!"

no respond.

She rubbed her head against her, "Why don't you ask me, who has a crush on me?"

"not interested."

Someone responded with four words coldly.

Qiao Mo asked again: "Then you are not interested in who I have a crush on?"

This, no way, she is Mrs. Xiao after all, he really isn't interested in who she hides in her heart?

Xiao Yan pulled her small body down, hugged her into his arms, closed his eyes and meditated, "Who else could it be?"

Jomo deliberately followed his words, and poked his chest with his little hand, "Then why don't you feel a sense of crisis?"

Xiao Yan glanced at her coldly, "Except for me, everything else is infatuation."

"..."

Tsk... the tone is really crazy.

When she was in school, she was serious... had a crush on someone, okay?
Along the way, she kept chattering in his ear.

Xiao Yan felt a little regretful, "You seem to be in good spirits."

The little woman nodded her head, "Yeah!"

"I should have come later."

Jomo: "..."

Qiao Mo lay flat on the carriage, with his small head resting on Xiao Yan's arm, looked at the blue sky, squinted his eyes and said, "If only we could stay here forever!"

"why?"

"I love how nice you are to me now!"

Xiao Yan turned over suddenly, a tall and straight figure enveloped the little girl.

Did she know that he was going crazy these days, and also... going crazy.

The carriage was bumpy, wobbly, and wobbly, Xiao Yan's tall body hung over Qiao Mo, and the two of them were very close to each other. The tip of their noses rubbed against each other lightly, and it felt a little itchy. It penetrated into his heart and stirred up ripples in his heart.

The slightly warm breath blended together and gradually heated up, making Qiao Mo's face blush.

The little hand holding the shirt on his arm couldn't help but tighten.

She closed her eyes subconsciously, and greeted him with her small face.

The groom didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he deliberately ran over the big rock in the road, and the two people behind the open-air carriage were shaken violently.

Qiao Mo opened his eyes suddenly, before the imaginary kiss came, Xiao Yan's cold black eyes were looking down at her below him with a smile that was not a smile.

Attached to her ear, said in a very soft voice: "I haven't got the habit of having sex with you in front of people."

The redness on Qiao Mo's little face seemed to be boiled, and the rouge smudged away.

Bad--

When he leaned over before, didn't he mean to kiss her?

Did he play tricks on her on purpose?

Jomo thought angrily, and thumped him with his small fist, "You are so heavy, you are pressing on the baby, get up."

Xiao Yan was also sensible, and followed the little woman, and sat down again with a neat movement.

Jomer was pulled up from the carriage board by him, his cheeks puffed up, as if he was dissatisfied.

He leaned over and smiled terribly, "Are you angry?"

"I'm not angry... um."

The lips were blocked by him.

He didn't let her go until the root of his tongue became numb from being sucked.

The groom driving the carriage in front sang loud and clear folk songs again.

It would be great if... it could continue like this. Between them, there was no Song Xiazhi, no Su Hua, just each other.

The mountain road was far away, and Qiao Mo lay on the side of the carriage, admiring the mountains and rivers along the way. When he came, he was terrified, afraid that he would be trapped here forever.

But at this time, the scenery fell into the eyes, but it became extremely beautiful.

"Are we going to spend the night at the hotel in the mountains?"

Xiao Yan embraced her whole small body from behind, wrapped her small hand in his palm with his big hand, pressed his lips against her small face, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Isn't it good to spend the night in a hotel in the mountains?"

"Okay, the hotel in the mountains is so clean..." She muttered softly again: "It just so happened that no one came to disturb..."

"Who are you afraid of disturbing?" Even though she spoke in such a low voice, Xiao Yan, who had a keen ear, still caught her.

Qiao Mo pretended to be stupid, "...Nope. It can just be treated as a honeymoon."

Girls don't all like romance, so how can it be a honeymoon in a remote place with her?
"You like to spend your honeymoon in this kind of place?"

The little woman lowered her head and fiddled with his slender fingers with her small hands, "You must not have time to accompany me on my honeymoon, and it's hard to spare so many days to spend with me, isn't it good now?"

Anyway, they can't go out now, and they are idle if they are idle, so let's treat it as a honeymoon.

He reached out and stroked her little face, and his heart was slightly moved.

She can be greedy like other girls and ask for more, "Xiao Mo."

"Huh?" She tilted her head, blinking her long eyelashes at him.

"what do you want?"

honeymoon?wedding?
Qiao Mo bumped him lightly with his small head, "I want to eat tonight, okay?"

So hungry.

She obviously has a small appetite, could it be that she consumed it in a short while because of the carriage ride?

Xiao Yan lowered his head and kissed her, the lengthy one almost made her brain lack of oxygen, her eyes blurred, and he said hoarsely: "From now on, don't be like today, caring about others when you are not full."

Jomo blinked, "But you are not someone else."

He had a fierce tone, but he didn't have the usual deterrent force at all. He bit her lip and asked, "Then who am I to you?"

Qiao Mo's face was flushed, and he couldn't hold back a word: "..."

(End of this chapter)