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

Chapter 79 The Clumsy Kiss
Rong Chengmo looked at the girl in his arms who was blushing from drinking, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

He was wearing the same men's perfume as Xiao Yan.

The taste is very light, but very elegant and charming.

His big hand caressed Qiao Mo's flushed little face, and asked softly, "Do you like it?"

Qiao Mo was almost lying in his arms, so when she opened her eyes, she looked up at Rong Chengmo above her. Her eyes were blurred, and she seemed to see that familiar handsome face.

The little hand couldn't help stroking it up.

She had a sweet smile, bright eyes and bright teeth, but unfortunately... Xiao Yan didn't know how to cherish it.

Rong Chengmo realized that it would be a good decision to take Qiao Mo as his own.

Even if this girl once belonged to that person.

Qiao Mo simply arched into his arms, rubbed his small face against his shirt, and took a deep breath of his breath, but there was mist in his eyes.

"I like...but I know...you...you can't like me...what the hell is wrong with me...?"

Rong Chengmo smiled lightly, and gently stroked the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, "Why, I like you very much."

Qiao Mo's eyes widened. After she was drunk, she was a little silly.

"Really?" She was obviously pleasantly surprised, but after a while, she was stunned for a while, and said with her mouth flattened, "But...but I'm leaving here soon..."

Rong Chengmo held her in his arms, lowered his head, and stared softly at her red lips.

Until, when the two of them could even feel their breath, the man's lips were about to fall, and Qiao Mo sneezed inappropriately.

Rong Chengmo didn't feel ashamed or blamed, but took off his coat thoughtfully and put it on Qiao Mo's shoulders.

When Rong Chengmo was about to leave with his arms around Qiao Mo, there was a clear male voice behind him.

"What are you doing!"

Turning around and going back, he saw the tall and straight figure under the moonlight, the outline of the man's side face was shrouded in half-light and half-darkness, his facial features were exquisite, like a perfect masterpiece of ghost ax and sword, and the indifferent expression on his face, It seems that the husband saw the cheating wife and caught him directly.

Xiao Yan only took one look at her, then coldly looked away.

Well done, just dumped him and went out on a date with another man!
The one on his body is also Rong Chengmo's coat?How could it be so unsightly!

Qiao Mo got drunk, a little dizzy, scratched the back of his head, looked at Rong Chengmo, and then at Xiao Yan who was not far away.

"what……"

How could there be two Xiao Yan?

Which one is true and which one is false?

Xiao Yanjun's face darkened, Meteor came striding over, and pulled Qiao Mo who was in Rongcheng Mo's arms into his own.

And the coat on Jomo's body also fell to the ground.

Qiao Mo, who was embraced by Xiao Yan, was cheerful, totally unaware of the man's anger, pointed at him, and said funnyly, "Eh...there are two of you..."

Under the indistinct soft light, shrouded in the tall and tall man, the nobility and elegance are easy to see when he raises his hands and feet.

He was originally talking with two or three foreign partners with blue eyes and blue hair. He had just invited them to dinner from Yipinju and was parting at the door.

But as soon as he went out, he saw such an eye-catching scene that made him angry.

Jomo missed him very much, and it was easiest to release the softest side of his heart when he was drunk.

She hugged Xiao Yan's neck tightly with her two little hands, but she hadn't seen her for a few days, but how did she feel, it seemed like a lifetime had passed.

"I really miss you……"

Xiao Yan snorted coldly.

She's sure it's him?Instead of another man?
Otherwise, how could he come out to drink like this with Rong Chengmo in the middle of the night?Even, if he didn't see it, would something happen that he didn't know about? !
Rong Chengmo picked up the coat that fell from the ground, shrugged his shoulders, "Okay, since someone is here to pick it up, I'll take my leave first."

"Stay away from Jomo!"

Xiao Yan's hostility towards Rong Chengmo was obvious, and he didn't even bother to cover it up.

"Ayan, no matter how much you hate me, on the bright side, at least try to cover it up."

Xiao Yan directly hugged Qiao Mo in his arms, turned around and left coldly.

……

The little woman in his arms almost greedily absorbed the clear scent of mint and the faint smell of tobacco on his body.

Xiao Yan's anger was calmed down by her subconscious approach.

Obviously, there are many questions and things that need to be questioned, but now, he doesn't want to mention them at all.

I just want to hold her quietly and hug her.

Qiao Mo leaned against his chest and rubbed his head, "Xiao Yan...I'm leaving..."

Xiao Yan clasped her slender white wrists, breathed low, didn't pay attention to her words at all, but stared at her red lips with scorching eyes.

The long finger pressed against the corner of her lips.

"Did Rong Chengmo kiss you?"

Qiao Mo didn't understand, and opened his eyes in a daze, staring blankly at the man who was very close to his cheek, and when he raised his head with effort, his small mouth kissed his thin lips.

She shook his neck with her little hand, and then tapped her tender lips again, and said coquettishly, "You hug me and kiss me..."

At the moment when her lips touched his, Xiao Yan's heart suddenly missed half a beat.

Heartbeat, such a strong feeling.

never had.

Her small face, after the effect of alcohol, looked crystal clear and rosy, and under the soft light, it almost showed a translucent rouge color.

Xiao Yan's eyes darkened.

The voice also became hoarse, "Jomo..."

"Huh?" The little woman looked at him innocently with her big watery eyes open.

"See clearly, who am I?"

Qiao Mo laughed loudly, and poked his handsome face with his small hand, "Are you drunk? You are Xiao Yan! You are Xiao Yan, Ah Yan..."

The last "A Yan", swept the ending lightly, but it easily aroused Xiao Yan's heart.

Qiao Mo closed his eyes, boldly threw Xiao Yan directly on Spyker's back seat.

She clumsily...kissed him.

So stupid, so stupid it was almost biting him.

Xiao Yan grabbed her body, shackled her in his arms again, pinched her chin, stared at her with dark eyes, and asked word by word: "Qiao Mo, have you thought clearly?"

She... is willing?
Xiao Yan has lived for more than 30 years, and has never reached this point, still asking a woman if she wants to.

Jomo raised his head, opened his mouth and bit his Adam's apple hard.

Drunk people are more sensitive and slender.

Crying and laughing, emotions come quickly.

She said vaguely: "Xiao Yan...I don't have any...any capital to be proud of in front of you...the only thing I can be proud of is that I am 22 years old and only loved you as a man... "

Her tears slipped through her clear eyes, and slid from the corners of her eyes into her hair.

Xiao Yan's heart felt an inexplicable pain.

The mellow and strong breath of brandy permeated between each other's lips, infecting the sober thinking, making Xiao Yan and the weak, boneless and slender person in his arms intoxicated together.

What is bone-eating and soft intestines, what is a daughter made of water, at this moment, Xiao Yan has a deeper understanding than anyone else.

Following the most familiar map, attacking the city and conquering the territory, without any hesitation or precaution, the two hearts were finally tightly entwined.

During that moment of possession, Qiao Mo's fingertips almost pinched into Xiao Yan's arm.

One night, lingering to death.

……

When Qiao Mo woke up, he was awakened by the sun, his temples were swollen and sore, the aftereffect of a hangover.

I am in a strange yet familiar place, this bed, these curtains... are obviously the furnishings of Xinyuan.

She woke up suddenly, subconsciously looked at the bedside, fortunately, there was no Xiao Yan.

It's just... It's obvious that someone has slept next to her.

Also, the soreness all over her body reminded her of an indisputable fact.

Last night, she and Xiao Yan did it while unconscious.

If she remembers correctly, more than... once?
Annoyance arises spontaneously.

How could she be so confused that the two seemingly incompatible people who were about to divorce now have some entanglements again?
Enduring the pain under his body, Qiao Mo lifted the quilt and got out of bed. A piece of paper was picked up by the wind and landed at his feet.

Qiao Mo reached out to pick up the note, and the post-it was written with firm and strong handwriting. It wasn't Xiao Yan's, but who else could it be?

[What do you want for lunch, ask Mrs. Lan. 】

Jomo held the note directly in his palm, almost crushing it.

When did she say she was going to have lunch here?

The clothes on the ground were no longer wearable. Jomo opened the closet, took a piece of clothes that he changed and washed on weekdays, and went into the bathroom.

After washing, it was already 15 minutes later.

She didn't intend to stay here for a while, and went downstairs directly after washing up.

Seeing that she was about to leave in a hurry, Mrs. Lan hurriedly stopped her.

"Ma'am, sir said that he will come back to have lunch with you at noon today. Where are you going?"

Seeing that it is almost lunch time, if my wife runs away now, how will I explain to my husband later?
Qiao Mo didn't speak out, and his tone was a bit tough, "Sister-in-law Lan, I don't plan to have lunch here, it's your husband's own decision."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Mo ignored Mrs. Lan's obstruction and left directly.

"Ma'am! Ma'am..."

Qiao Mo fled almost under the dissuasion of Mrs. Lan.

Her head was in a mess, and what lingered in her mind were all the images of last night.

What did she say, what did she do, Xiao Yan asked her to have lunch at noon, she must have reconciled with Xiao Yan last night.

But...that was not her original intention.

……

I went back to school in a messy mood, and listened to a few classes absent-mindedly.

After class, Jomo was called out by the professor.

"Professor, what do you need from me?"

The professor pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and sighed with some indescribability: "Jomo, you have always performed well in school, and it is understandable for me to recommend you to the school leaders for a place in the insurance research institute. But... "

Qiao Mo was a little suspicious, but without worrying in his heart, "Professor, hasn't the quota for insurance research been confirmed?"

Listening to the professor's tone, it seems that there are other changes?

"Originally... it was confirmed, but the school leader suddenly gave your place to someone else. Jomo, don't be sad. I'll go and see if there is any room for change."

Qiao Mo seemed to be drenched in cold water from head to toe. This is not the first time she has been kicked out of the insurance research quota. This...is definitely not a coincidence.

"Professor, I want to know...why did you kick me out of the insurance research quota?"

If she is not qualified enough, then she admits defeat, but...

The professor also looked like he couldn't explain it, and sighed regretfully: "This is the arrangement of the superior. Joe Mo, did you accidentally offend some big person? I have been in the school for so many years, basically, the quota for my guaranteed graduate study is determined In the end, there will be no accidents. But on you, there have been two accidents. "

Jomo was stunned, the big man...

Is it...?
(End of this chapter)