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

Chapter 75 Personal Care
Xiao Yan's head was a little congested. He held his head and sat on the bench.

"Why does the wife have sleeping pills?"

The housekeeper was also terrified. When she entered the room to deliver dinner to his wife, white sleeping pills were scattered on the floor next to the bed, and his wife had passed out.

"Sorry, sir. I don't know why the wife has sleeping pills..."

If the housekeeper wasn't a middle-aged woman, Xiao Yan couldn't guarantee whether he would take care of her.

A sharp and deep cold gaze stared at the past fiercely.

"I paid you not to listen to your useless words!"

The man's aura was too strong, and the shocked housekeeper turned pale with fright.

"Sir, I'm sorry..."

"enough!"

Xiao Yan didn't want to hear such useless words of apology!

Xiao Yan pressed his temples, and his head began to ache faintly.

Is it because... too urgent?
This feeling of being about to lose made Xiao Yan seem to be hovering on the edge of a cliff, and anytime, anywhere... could fall off, forever.

The feeling of losing someone is not heartache, but haggard, which makes his heart feel so powerless.

This deep sense of drowning powerlessness surrounded him.

An hour passed, two hours passed...

The door of the operating room opened.

"How is Jomo?"

The doctor took off his mask and said worriedly: "The patient took a lot of sleeping pills. Although he was rescued after gastric lavage, the patient seemed to have no sense of survival at all."

Xiao Yan's heart shook violently.

No awareness of survival...

The doctor also ordered: "The patient needs to care. After she wakes up, you should talk to her more, care about her, and don't let her feel scared and disappointed."

Fear, fear, disappointment, despair...

Heh, all he gave her was this negative feeling?
……

In the ICU ward.

When Qiao Mo woke up, he felt that his eyes were full of glaring white.

Subconsciously, he raised his hand to cover his eyes.

But a big hand pressed it back again.

"Suicide by swallowing sleeping pills, do you think that, I will compromise and promise you everything?"

A clear male voice pierced through the eardrums and came clearly.

Qiao Mo was dazed for a moment, then turned his face dully, and stared at him blankly.

For a moment, Xiao Yan almost thought that nothing happened between them and they were fine.

Jomo, on the other hand, was hospitalized with an ordinary fever.

She was dumbfounded, even a little ignorant, as if she didn't understand what the man was talking about at all.

Her fragile gaze fell on Xiao Yan's wrist holding her, and her little mouth muttered slightly.

"What are you doing?"

With such a soft sound, it was not at all like the previous attitude, more like... a long-lost coquetry!

"Jomo?"

As keen as Xiao Yan, he naturally noticed something was wrong with Qiao Mo. He frowned slightly, but after a while, he just said, "Are you hungry? You just finished washing your stomach, so bear with it."

Jomo shook her head, she wasn't hungry, she just felt uncomfortable all over.

"What's wrong with me?" Jomo asked with a pale face.

Xiao Yan stared at her clear eyes, as if examining her, and said word by word: "You have taken a lot of sleeping pills, and the doctor just washed your stomach."

Qiao Mo stretched out his hand and pressed his head, as if he had forgotten what happened before, "Why do I know how to take sleeping pills?"

"Because you're throwing a fit at me."

He spoke so seriously, but there was a touch of pampering in his tone.

Jomo blinked and looked at him, "What am I messing with you?"

Xiao Yan still stared at her unblinkingly: "Because you are jealous and think that I like Song Xiazhi and not you."

Jomo's face turned red.

Xiao Yan was thorough and realized that something was wrong. After Qiao Mo woke up, he shouldn't have this attitude.

There are only two possibilities, either the series of things that happened before have hit Jomo too hard, making her a little mentally disturbed this time, or she is just pretending.

But Xiao Yan is more inclined to the latter.

Jomo seemed shy, and his ears turned red, "Then, who do you really like?"

The sound was a weak mosquito sound, like a kind of temptation of a little girl's mind, full of expectations, but also afraid of being hurt.

Rao Xiao Yan felt that Qiao Mo was deceiving him, but at this moment, the doctor's words sounded in his ears, don't let her be stimulated, don't make her feel disappointed and sad.

The man leaned over and kissed her forehead with a low voice: "I don't like anyone, Jomo, I like you."

Qiao Mo was a little frightened, his small face was hot, but he stretched out his soft little hand, and gently tugged at his sleeve, "Then you...then you promise me that you won't meet Song Xiazhi again, okay?"

She was like a little wife who was really jealous, asking him carefully and acting like a baby with him.

And Xiao Yan even agreed, "Okay."

Jomo got his affirmative answer, lowered his cheeks, and rejoiced alone.

Looking at her, Xiao Yan frowned more and more.

To be honest, the 360-degree change in Qiao Mo's attitude towards him, not only did not make him happy, but made him feel lost, as if in the next second, as long as he didn't pay attention, he would lose her forever.

……

Taking advantage of Qiao Mo's nap, Xiao Yan went to the office to consult the doctor.

The doctor said: "This is a disease of escapism. The patient does not want to face reality after being greatly stimulated. Taking sleeping pills is also a kind of escape. You should always care about her emotions. During this period, always It's better to stay with her. In case there will be any accidents."

……

When Xiao Yan came out of the office, it seemed like a heavy burden was on his shoulders, making him breathless.

……

In the ward, Qiao Mo smiled when he saw Xiao Yan push the door in.

"Where have you been? Why is it taking so long?"

He muttered softly, like a little wife who had been waiting for a long time and had a temper tantrum.

Xiao Yan stepped in with long legs, raised his black eyes, gave her a soft look, and explained: "I went outside to smoke a cigarette."

When he sat next to her, Jomo even leaned his little nose over and sniffed the scent around him.

Sure enough, there was a smell of tobacco.

Slender brows frowned slightly.

"Why do you men like to smoke?"

Xiao Yan squeezed her chin, "You? Who else?"

Qiao Mo bit his lips: "No one, just talking casually."

Her mood seemed to be depressed, Xiao Yan leaned over and kissed her little mouth.

Jomo was a little startled, and stared at him with wide eyes.

"If you don't like me smoking, I will not smoke in the future."

Qiao Mo narrowed his eyes and smiled sweetly, "Really?"

"Well, really."

……

If all of this was premeditated by Qiao Mo, then Xiao Yan would be willing to indulge in this kind of deception and stay drunk for a long time.

……

During Qiao Mo's hospitalization, except for Xiao Yan's personal care, no one came to visit him.

As for Xiao Yan, he took care of him almost 24 hours a day, and even moved into the hospital ward for official business.

Jomo was stared too closely, so he inevitably felt uncomfortable.

"Actually, I don't have any major problems now, and the doctor also said... I will be discharged from the hospital in a few days. You..."

The girl stared at the stack of documents in front of Xiao Yan with big watery eyes.

Only then did Xiao Yan raise his eyes, staring at her with deep black pupils, took away the document in his hand, got up, and overturned, the tall figure enveloped the slender little woman, and his eyes were so focused and serious, it was impressive "I can't make up for the harm I caused you in the past, but from now on, I hope to protect you well."

In the past 30 years or so, Xiao Yan has never experienced the powerlessness of losing her. Only in this year, in the past few days, has he tasted this kind of suffering twice.

Once, when he chose to cut the blue line to save Song Xiazhi first, and the other time, Qiao Mo took sleeping pills and entered the hospital.

Qiao Mo stared blankly into his eyes and remained silent for a long time, while the man's thin lips and clear breath slowly approached.

And she didn't resist, she slowly closed her eyes, waiting for the imaginary kiss.

But after a long time, there was no familiar temperature and touch on the lips.

Opening her eyes suddenly, her small face froze, she bit her lip and stared at him in embarrassment.

There was an elegant and charming smile on the corner of Xiao Yan's lips, which seemed to be playful or teasing, "What are you waiting for?"

Qiao Mo had no choice but to shift his gaze elsewhere, his face was so bright.

The atmosphere was stiff and awkward, and there was a knock on the door.

The nurse came in to change the nutritional water, "Mrs. Xiao, you are so lucky. Since you entered the hospital, Mr. Xiao has been taking care of you every day."

Qiao Mo blushed slightly. These days, she did notice that Xiao Yan had blue-black eye circles under his eyes, and there were even a lot of red blood in his black eyes.

Taking care of her day and night, no matter how healthy she is, she will be tired.

After Xiao Yan heard the nurse's words, his eyebrows twitched slightly, he seemed a little uncomfortable, he didn't know what kind of emotion was hidden in his black eyes, but when the soft little hand held his big hand, the man was obviously stunned Down.

After the nurse replaced the bag with a new nutrient solution, she withdrew.

In the huge ward, only Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo were left.

She lowered her eyes so obediently, she was quiet in front of him, she would not make noise, make noise, or run, just sitting like this easily aroused ripples in his heart.

The man approached suddenly, lowered his head and kissed her lips passionately.

"Well……"

Qiao Mo was caught off guard and was forced to look up.

Her hands rested on his broad shoulders in a daze. After a while, as the kiss deepened and became hot, her slender arms slowly wrapped around his neck, jerky and cautiously began to respond to him.

With such a little initiative, Xiao Yan was so excited that he almost couldn't hold it back. Originally he only wanted to kiss her lips, but he became more and more out of control, wanting to get more of her.

"Xiaomo..."

"……Um?"

A slightly thick and sexy male voice surrounded her.

He seemed to be ordering, but also coaxing, "Call me."

"Xiao Yan..."

"another."

For example, the more intimate one, A Yan, or...husband.

Qiao Mo's eye sockets were soaked by the kiss, his eyes were misty, and he was clearly emotional, but he couldn't utter the "A Yan" that was in his throat.

The ringing of the mobile phone broke the quiet and lengthy kiss.

Jomo pushed the man on him and reminded him: "The phone..."

Xiao Yan stared at her deeply, ignoring the buzzing cell phone, "Don't worry about it. Let's continue."

Jomo turned his face away, not willing anymore, "Maybe there is something important."

The originally good atmosphere was completely disrupted by this phone call.

Xiao Yan's long finger pressed the center of his eyebrows, and picked it up a little anxiously.

"what's up?"

The man put one hand in his pocket, the other held the phone by his ear, frowning slightly, his handsome face was cold and rigid.

……

After finishing the call, Xiao Yan turned off the phone directly.

Jomo was a little startled, "Aren't you afraid that something important will come to you?"

The man's deep black eyes just stared at her for a moment, "I will give you time to adapt, but Xiao Mo, don't make me wait too long."

Qiao Mo still didn't understand what he was referring to, Xiao Yan said again: "Although a title doesn't mean anything."

Qiao Mo listened, and was stunned for a while, always feeling that his last light and fluffy words sounded so... awkward.

(End of this chapter)