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

Chapter 69 A Chic Valentine's Day
When Rong Chengmo received Xiao Yan's call, he stared at it for three seconds before answering it.

If he hadn't had extraordinary eyesight since he was a child, he would now feel that there is something wrong with his eyes, which is why he saw Xiao Yan's caller ID.

"It's raining red today, did Boss Xiao even call me?"

The tone rose slightly, with a little pride.

Xiao Yan snorted coldly, "Did you take care of the top layer of Floating Color?"

"Hmm, what's the problem?"

"I'll pay ten times the price."

When Rong Chengmo heard his serious tone, he pretended to be embarrassed, and said with a smile: "But I have an appointment with a beautiful woman at night, Boss Xiao, it can't be compared with ten times the price. Everyone knows that the scenery on the top floor of Fuse is good, It costs 20 yuan a night, especially on Valentine's Day. Boss Xiao actually wants to pay 200 million yuan, just for a night on the top floor?"

Xiao Yan squinted his eyes, and said very simply: "Since you disagree, I have no choice but to buy the entire share of Fuse. When the time comes, it won't be Mr. Rong who gave it to me, but..."

The man's thin lips hooked slightly.

"Which girl is it, who has such good treatment? Boss Xiao is willing to buy the whole floating color just for Valentine's Day?"

In fact, although the clients that Fuse came into contact with were all the elites of the upper class, there were many dignitaries in the political circles, and the prices of drinks and luxury private rooms also reached sky-high prices, but even so, they were still in an overdraft state where they could not make ends meet.

Xiao Yan is a businessman, and a shrewd businessman. He bought Fuse either for money, but obviously, Fuse doesn't make money.That is……

Chongguan turned into a red face in anger.

Heh, Xiao Yan, a profit-seeking businessman, a man who is extremely indifferent and ruthless, will there be such a day?
And that mysterious "beauty" is what Rong Chengmo is most interested in.

"Forget it, it's rare for Boss Xiao to save his face to call Rong, and it's because of a woman. How can Rong not show face to Boss Xiao?"

Xiao Yan was silent and hung up the phone directly.

……

Rong Chengmo looked at the call screen that had not yet dimmed, curled his lower lip, and made a call.

Said cynically to the person on the other end: "Didn't you send a private detective to follow Jomo? Jomo's current address, please send me."

Su Hua on the other end frowned slightly, "What do you want Qiao Mo's address for? Why, you are also interested in Qiao Mo?"

"Oh, why, are you jealous like this?"

Su Hua snorted coldly, "I just think that now that Xiao Yan is circling around Qiao Mo, it's because Qiao Mo has his child in his womb, and Mr. Rong, you started circling around Qiao Mo again, don't you... you like it?" Going to Jomo?"

Rong Chengmo smiled lightly, and commented unceremoniously: "A woman who thinks she is smart. Maybe I can help you pull Qiao Mo from Mrs. Xiao's position tonight, so, do you still want to give me the address?"

Su Huamei on the other end smiled, "It's still kind and considerate. It's a pleasant cooperation."

When he was about to hang up the phone, Rong Chengmo deliberately teased and asked, "Where do you plan to cooperate next time?"

Su Hua smiled coquettishly, "Mr. Rong, you are so annoying!"

"By the way, let Song Xiazhi go to the top floor of Fuse tonight, there is someone waiting for her."

Su Hua's eyes lit up, and he probably guessed what Rong Chengmo meant.

Rong Chengmo hung up the phone, smiled sinisterly, and sneered disdainfully.

……

Jomo was waiting for the bus at the bus stop, ready to drive home, when a blue Porsche stopped slowly in front of her.

The car window was rolled down, and the handsome man wearing sunglasses inside smiled softly.

"Miss, where are you going? Is there a ride?"

The man took off his sunglasses and looked at Qiao Mo gently with his amber eyes.

"Mr. Rong."

Rong Chengmo looked at her and guessed: "What, are you going home?"

Jomo nodded.

"Exactly, where I'm going, I'll take the Xiao family by the way."

Qiao Mo was startled, Xiao Yan's humiliating words were still in his ears, but on the other hand, there was a flame burning in his heart, subconsciously burning.

Didn't Xiao Yan say that she was with Rong Chengmo?Anyway, the misunderstanding is so deep, she doesn't need to avoid suspicion.

But when the words came to his lips, they still turned into a faint rejection: "Mr. Rong, forget it."

Rong Chengmo glanced at her stomach, "You are pregnant, why didn't Xiao Yan send a car to pick you up? This husband is really not responsible enough."

Talking about Xiao Yan, Qiao Mo subconsciously avoided and felt uncomfortable.

Jomo stood aside, lowered his brows, and remained silent.

Rong Chengmo said again: "You are in such a bad mood, do you want to go out for a drive with me? Pregnant women are in a bad mood, which is not good for the fetus."

"Thank you Mr. Rong for your concern, no need."

"Today is Valentine's Day, why didn't Xiao Yan accompany you and let you run out alone?"

The more the injury hit the bottom of my heart, the more uncomfortable it made Qiao Mo, and it made her feel a little bit of hatred in her heart.

"Mr. Rong..."

She was about to stop him when Rong Chengmo got out of the car and turned on the co-pilot for her, "Treat me as an ordinary friend. It shouldn't be so difficult, right?"

Gently pushed Joe Mo into the co-pilot.

Jomo got into the car with a blank expression on his face. When she realized it, she realized that the scenery sliding by the side of the road was an unfamiliar scenery.

Surprised: "Mr. Rong, didn't you say you wanted to send me home?"

"You're in such a bad mood, it's not good to go home now. Take you to a good place that will make you feel better."

Jomo finally swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.

Xiao Yan can be with Su Hua or Song Xiazhi, why can't she have male friends?Since it is a marriage by agreement, it will break up in the future, so what if it makes this marriage even more broken?
If loving someone is so tiring, then, from now on, she should not like Xiao Yan.

Thinking of this, he stroked his slightly raised belly with his hand.

If she took the child away, would Xiao Yan snatch the child from her?

……

The wild sea at night.

The sea breeze blew salty on his face, making his skin tense. Rong Chengmo took a dozen beers out of the car.

Qiao Mo leaned against the front of the car with his small face down, absent-minded.

"Do you want a drink?"

Qiao Mo shook his head, and Rong Chengmo finally came to his senses, his eyes fell on her lower abdomen, and he smiled awkwardly.

"Almost forgot, you're pregnant."

In spite of himself, he took a sip.

The seaside in February is unusually cold.

Jomo didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't say anything.

Rong Chengmo sighed, and asked tentatively in the tone of a good friend: "It seems that you and A Yan are having trouble again?"

"……No."

"A Yan and I grew up together, and I know his character well. Sometimes, I really hope that we don't have so many burdens on our shoulders, maybe it won't be the current situation."

Qiao Mo was a little puzzled, and raised his face and asked, "By the way, Mr. Rong, how did you and Xiao Yan go from being good friends to where you are now?"

Rong Chengmo was stunned for a moment, a gloom flashed in his amber eyes.

Only then did Jomo realize that he asked too much, "I'm sorry, if you don't want to say..."

"It's nothing. In the past, I owed Xiao Yan too much." When Rong Chengmo said this, his face darkened, and his amber eyes were also cast a layer of darkness.

Jomo consciously didn't ask any more questions.

And Rong Chengmo didn't seem to talk as much as before, and the two were silent with each other, no longer speaking.

After a long time, Rong Chengmo said again: "The interests between families are too complicated, maybe you don't understand it."

Jomo smiled helplessly, "Maybe."

He obviously didn't drink a few sips of wine, but he seemed a little drunk, and said something he had never said before.

"Jomer, do you know? I haven't had any friends since I was 16."

He turned his face and smiled bitterly at her.

For some reason, Qiao Mo felt that such Rong Chengmo had become very fragile, and also vaguely saw Xiao Yan's shadow from him.

A Yan... maybe like Rong Chengmo, he has no friends anymore.

"But in this world, who doesn't have friends?"

Rong Chengmo smiled mockingly, "I don't need friends. In the face of intricate and huge interests, there are no permanent friends, only permanent interests."

The sea breeze blew their hearts into chaos.

His eye sockets were actually a little bit fascinated by the wind and sand, and they were slightly sour.

"I don't understand the world between you and Xiao Yan, and I don't want to be involved. Mr. Rong, I hope you don't always use me to anger Xiao Yan next time. In fact, sometimes you really think too much. For Xiao Yan, it's not important."

Rong Chengmo was startled, then laughed, shrugging his shoulders slightly, "Joe Mo, you are not stupid, you are kind."

This smart girl even saw that he approached her many times because of Xiao Yan.

It's a pity that she is still pure after all, the most primitive personality of a businessman is to plunder profits.

"Qiao Mo, do you love Xiao Yan? Do you love him?"

She was stunned by his sudden question and didn't answer.

But Rong Chengmo sighed deeply: "If you fall in love with someone like Xiao Yan, you may fall hard. Good girl, I wish you good luck."

good luck?She was miserable enough.

What else...how miserable?
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At eight o'clock in the evening, the floating color is on the top floor.

After Zhao Qian called Qiao Mo's cell phone three times but failed, he said to the man standing in front of the big French window with trepidation, "Boss, the wife doesn't seem to hear the phone ringing."

"Did you not hear the sound, or did you not want to answer my phone at all?"

Xiao Yan's brows were deep, revealing a coldness of indifference and sullenness.

"Madam must have not heard..."

Xiao Yan frowned and dialed the phone.

After a few rings, the phone was cut off.

Zhao Qian: "..."

Xiao Yan had a handsome face, so he had no choice but to send a text message.

The slender fingers quickly typed out a string of characters, and quickly sent them over.

……

Jomo by the sea vibrated the phone in his palm, it was a new text message.

"What's wrong?" Rong Chengmo asked.

Qiao Mo turned off the text message, "It's nothing, it's just being threatened."

——Will this man speak well?What do you mean she dared not answer the phone?Whether she answers the phone or not is her right.

"Really? Does anyone dare to threaten Mrs. Xiao?"

Qiao Mo folded his arms, feeling a little cold, and walked to the co-pilot of the car, "Mr. Rong, please go back."

"it is good."

It seems that a certain man is going to waste tonight in a place where there are 200 million bales of floating colors.

Tsk, what a pity.

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Floating color top floor.

dong dong dong.

Zhao Qian, who had been standing tremblingly, his eyes lit up when he heard the knock on the door.

"Boss, the wife must be here!"

The tall and tall man also twitched slightly at the corners of his long and narrow eyes.

……

Zhao Qian opened the door.

"...Miss Song?"

Song Xiazhi smiled sweetly, and walked inside, "Brother Xiao."

(End of this chapter)