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

Chapter 67
Obviously the Maybach's back seat is spacious, but Xiao Yan fixes Qiao Mo in a small space. This space is full of his clear and masculine aura. In this space, in Qiao Mo's eyes, there is no Can't accommodate anyone except Xiao Yan.

The cheeks of the two were very close, so close that Qiao Mo raised his head slightly and could kiss his thin lips.

"Don't do to others what you don't want yourself to do to yourself, Mr. Xiao, haven't you studied Chinese well?"

Xiao Yan sneered, and pinched her chin with his slender fingers. He never realized that the little wife he picked up was so sharp-tongued that even he was led into the pit.

His breath, which was clearly scalding, but also exuded a sense of coldness, sprayed on her thin skin, making her tremble violently.

"Could it be possible that I want to hold you in my arms and coax you softly, Xiao Mo, it's cold outside and go home with my husband? Qiao Mo, are you thinking too much? Between us, it's just an agreement." marriage."

The words "marriage by agreement" echoed in Qiao Mo's ears for a long time.

Like a spell, Chomer's eardrum hurts.

Jomo pushed him away slightly, lost all emotion, "I see."

It seems that she shouldn't be sentimental.

After the two separated, in the back seat of the Maybach, there was a clear distinction.

It was as if the two most unfamiliar people took the same car.

……

At the entrance of the hospital, Jomo didn't intend to get out of the car.

Xiao Yan said noblely and coldly: "It's windy tonight, so stay and take care of me."

Stretching his long legs steadily, he stepped out of the car.

Like a grandpa.

After the big boss spoke, Zhao Qian didn't dare to drive Qiao Mo back.

Qiao Mo didn't move, so Zhao Qian had no choice but to turn to Qiao Mo for help.

"Ma'am, I have an old man and a young man..."

Qiao Mo followed Xiao Yan out of the car without saying a word.

Along the way, the two of them kept a safe distance. Those who didn't know it thought that the two of them didn't know each other at all.

The distance is too far, there is no eye contact, let alone physical contact.

When he arrived at the door of the ward, Xiao Yan let out a long breath, as if his patience had been worn to the limit, his heart was dry for a while, he suddenly stretched out his long arms, pulled the slow little woman behind him into his arms, and pressed her hard against the wall of the hospital corridor. He bowed his hair and kissed her fiercely, biting her lips until the person in his arms bowed down and tasted the blood in her sweet mouth, and he didn't stop.

After the lengthy kiss, he lightly bit her lips again, and his passionate breath almost melted Qiao Mo.

Those four lips were kissing like nothing.

The man's deep voice, because of this passionate kiss, was a bit rough, but it was extraordinarily addictive and sexy.

"Why are you so far away from me, and I won't eat you."

Xiao Yan was like a child, with a bit of complaining and annoyance in his tone.

Qiao Mo lowered his watery eyes, thick and curly eyelashes, and projected a gentle arc under the eyelids, "If you get closer, others will know that I am your wife, which will embarrass you, won't you? Instead of waiting for you to deny me, why not Stay far away from you, so as not to cause trouble for you. You also said that we are just an agreement. "

The words were obviously so gentle, so light and weightless, but Xiao Yan could hear Qiao Mo's dissatisfaction and determination.

"Still jealous?"

Xiao Yan raised her drooping little face and asked with a frown.

Jomo was at a loss, "Why are you jealous? I'm just discussing the matter with you."

A man with a high IQ does not necessarily have a high EQ. In some respects, Xiao Yan is an imbecile.

"Aren't you jealous with Song Xiazhi?"

Qiao Mo bit his lip, pushed him away, turned around and walked into the ward, and replied to him: "So what if I'm jealous of her, besides, our current problem has nothing to do with my jealousy of Song Xiazhi!"

"Why is it okay? Usually when I kiss you, you will kiss me back. Today, you don't respond to me at all. "

Xiao Yan stated such a fact without blushing, and he frowned, as if he was very distressed about this matter.

Jomo turned around and gave him a hard look, then looked at the ward, there was only one big bed.

"Where do I sleep?"

Xiao Yan's eyebrows frowned even deeper, and the corners of his thin lips were pursed tightly, displeased: "Qiao Mo, you haven't answered my question yet."

"Is it important that I kiss you back? I don't want to answer you!"

She really doesn't understand this man, is he pretending to be stupid, or he really doesn't know?

It's not that she has an abusive physique, he hurt her so deeply, got entangled with other women, and asked her to kiss him?

Qiao Mo was very angry, his little face was flushed.

The two looked at each other like enemies, and Qiao Mo avoided him, "I'm going to sleep."

Being pulled back again by a long arm.

"Don't even think about it." Xiao Yan was domineering. If he couldn't get the answer he wanted, he would never give up. "This matter is very important, and you have to answer it if you don't want to."

Qiao Mo raised his neck and shot back: "Then you also answer me, do you love me or Song Xiazhi?"

Watery eyes, face deep eyes; stubborn, face stubborn.unstoppable.

"I don't love Song Xiazhi!" Xiao Yan threw it out irritably.

How many times did she want him to say this? !

Jomo stared at him for a while, but didn't respond.

Until Xiao Yan pinched her wrist and asked forcefully: "Now, you have to answer my question too!"

Qiao Mo bit his lip, "You haven't finished answering my question, you... Since you said you don't love Song Xiazhi, what about me?"

She just wanted to know the truest answer in his heart.

Xiao Yan stared at her for a long time, his thin lips pursed a few times, but he didn't make a sound.

She sighed slightly, disappointment slipped through her eyes, "Okay, stop making trouble and go to sleep."

From now on, she won't ask such stupid questions again.

She wanted to escape from his arms, but he caught her again. He frowned slightly, with a focused and serious expression, staring at her and said word by word: "To me, you are a woman, and Song Xiazhi is a younger sister." .Is it enough?"

Qiao Mo didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and there was a bitterness on the corner of his lips.

Yes, to Xiao Yan, she was nothing more than a woman.

Just venting.

Jomo said sleepily, "Go to sleep."

Xiao Yan's brows couldn't be straightened, he explained why Qiao Mo still ignored him?
"you have not answer my question yet!"

Qiao Mo looked at him helplessly, "Kissing is for people who are in love. You don't love me, why should I kiss you back?"

"Jomer, you love me."

Not a rhetorical question, but a declarative sentence.

This man is so arrogant that he is dying of illness.

Qiao remained silent, Xiao Yan lowered his head and sealed it with a kiss.

"You sleep next to me, if you don't want to sleep on the floor."

He didn't give her the option to escape again, and Jomo naturally chose to sleep in the same bed with him.

At night, in a daze.

Sore throat.

I don't know if it's because the cold wind blows too much during the day, but in the middle of the night, I started to feel dizzy.

I can't sleep anymore.

But her thoughts were very confused, a big hand touched her forehead, it was hot.

"Jomo? Jomo?"

Vaguely, someone was calling her.

……

Early the next morning, Jomo fell into a drowsy sleep, and a big hand reached out again.

Fortunately, the fever subsided.

Otherwise, she is pregnant, unable to hang water, unable to take medicine, there is really nothing to do.

When Qiao Mo woke up, his little face was flushed and burning red.

"The fever has just subsided, so be quiet."

Xiao Yan warned her in a low voice, and his black eyes glared at her coldly.

After the fever, followed by a cold, cough and runny nose.

Obviously the patient is Xiao Yan, but now, he is Qiao Mo.

Qiao Mo was lying on the hospital bed exhausted, while Xiao Yan was taking care of him.

Pregnant women can't take cold medicine, so they have to hold on.

Xiao Yan didn't know where to read it. It was said that drinking pear juice would cure a cold quickly, so he bought a cup of steaming pear juice outside and asked Qiao Mo to drink it.

……

At night, Jomo fell asleep in a drowsy sleep, falling into a strong chest.

Thin lips fell on her lips as soft as cotton candy.

Qiao Mo thumped weakly and uttered a low "woo hoo" twice, but was dazzled by this suffocating and eager kiss.

After Xiao Yan kissed her, both of them were breathing unsteadily.

Qiao Mo's voice was slightly hoarse, and it was very gentle and pleasant. Because of some complaints, it sounded like a baby: "Hey... I have a cold."

He is not afraid that she will infect him with a cold?

Xiao Yan curled his thin lips and said nothing more.

It is said that if a person with a cold passes it on to another person, it will get better.

"sleep."

Xiao Yan pulled up the quilt to cover her and himself.

Jomo: "..."

Is this person transgender today?

……

Early the next morning, after a rare good sleep, Qiao Mo felt refreshed.

On the other hand, Xiao Yan, a little listless, like a dehydrated vegetable in the refrigerator, was leaning against the hospital bed in a dejected state.

Jomo wondered, "Could it be that I infected you with the cold yesterday?"

Xiao Yan snorted childishly, "It really works."

"Huh? What works?"

Qiao Mo listened in a cloud and didn't care.

Next, Xiao Yan lay on the hospital bed halfway like an old man, telling Qiao Mo this and that.

Qiao Mo bought a bowl of hot porridge outside, but Xiao Yan didn't move.

Jomo asked, "Didn't you just say you were hungry?"

Xiao Yan snorted, "Hello."

"What?" Jomo pricked up his ears, but couldn't hear clearly.

"feed me."

Qiaomen pursed his lips and looked at his healthy limbs, "It's not that you broke your hand, it's just a cold, why can't you eat by yourself?"

Xiao Yan was not at all embarrassed, and stared at her with black eyes, "I was injured and hospitalized because of you, shouldn't you take care of me?"

"..."

Qiao Mo couldn't bear to owe others the most, and Xiao Yan was sure about her.

I had to pick up the porridge bowl and feed it spoon by spoon.

Handed it to his mouth, still not opening his mouth.

Qiao Mo frowned, a little impatient: "What's the matter?"

"hot."

Xiao Yan didn't talk much, but Qiao Mo could see it, and he couldn't stop talking if his words were not shocking.

Jomo tried his best to be patient again, and blew on his lips, with a smile on his lips, "Big boss, you can open your mouth now."

After feeding them one mouthful at a time, Qiao Mo looked unwilling throughout the whole process, while Xiao Yan curled his lips in a rare way and smiled.

Just after finishing the porridge, Xiao Yan's phone vibrated.

Xiao Yan glanced at the caller ID, but didn't answer.

Jomo was a little annoyed by the vibrating sound, "Why didn't you answer?"

The man's eyes were pale, and his voice was steady, "Well, my hand is broken."

Jomo: "..."

Jomo was so annoyed by him that he answered the call without even looking at the caller ID.

The tone was a bit bad: "Hello, who?"

"Where's Brother Xiao? I'm Zhizhi."

Qiao Mo opened his lips, froze for a moment, a little embarrassed, swallowed his saliva, and handed the phone to Xiao Yan.

"Here, Miss Song is looking for you."

Qiao Mo probably didn't notice that when she said this, her tone was quite resentful.

(End of this chapter)