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

Chapter 88 The Lit Flame
"Cough...cough...cough..."

Because of the accumulation of fluid in his chest, Jomo kept coughing non-stop.

Xiao Yan's two big hands pressed her chest, almost collapsed, and the whole person fell back on the big bed, and let out a heavy breath.

But in the next second, before Qiao Mo really woke up, someone grabbed his wrist tightly.

It was all anger that covered the head and face.

"Who allowed you to commit suicide? Who allowed you to die like this? Qiao, Mo! Don't do it again! Otherwise, I will stop all your father's medical expenses! Do you hear me?!"

Qiao Mo looked at him in a daze.

Each other's eyes are wet.

There were even drops of water on Qiao Mo's eyelashes. It seemed that with a slight trembling of those curly and thick eyelashes, the whole world in his heart would completely collapse.

She had been frightened too much, and all of a sudden, she opened her pale lips, unable to say anything.

The whole body is wet and cold.

But the man just stared at her like that, until he seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, he pulled her into his arms, almost rubbing her into his blood.

"Jomo, listen carefully, you are not allowed to die without my permission!"

If love is a heavy shackle, then Xiao Yan is willing to wear this shackle forever.

……

These days, Jomo has become more reticent.

Xiao Yan rarely came back, and when he came back occasionally, he was drunk.

But Qiao Mo knew that he was not drunk, he just didn't want to face her soberly.

On the weekend, Song Xiazhi came uninvited, but unfortunately, she was really wrong, because Xiao Yan was not in Xinyuan on the weekend.

"Sister Qiao, are you alone at home? Where's Brother Xiao? Is he not at home?"

Qiao Mo sneered, "Xiao Yan is not here, so...you don't have to pretend."

Song Xiazhi twitched his lips, "Okay, it just so happens that I don't want to pretend anymore."

"This is my home, you are not welcome here now, please go out."

Song Xiazhi didn't intend to leave, instead he took a step forward in the room, looked at the huge new garden, and suddenly laughed.

"In a short while, the hostess here will be me, not you."

"That's not long, now, I'm still the hostess of this house! Please, get out!"

Song Xiazhi lowered his head, with a look of pity on his face, and stretched out his hand to stroke his flat stomach, "Unfortunately, I heard the child say that he wants to stay here for a while. I think the child's father will not have any objections, right? Sister Qiao, What do you say?"

Jomo's shoulders trembled.

Standing in the huge living room, I felt that my legs were weak and weak.

She closed her eyes slightly, and she almost felt that she had no right to stand here.

"Song Xiazhi, don't force me..."

"Where is that what sister Qiao said? When did I force you? You have become like this now. Although I feel very sad for you... But sister Qiao, you can't become angry."

Jomo bit his lip tightly, and gradually clenched his hands into fists.

Her gaze seemed to cut Song Xiazhi into pieces.

"Song, Xia, Zhi, do you think that with Xiao Yan backing you, I won't dare to do anything to you?"

Qiao Mo grabbed Song Xiazhi and pushed her out.

But Song Xiazhi refused, and the two moved their hands. Qiao Mo vented all the anger and hatred in his heart on his hands, and slapped Song Xiazhi hard on the left side of his face.

"roll--!!!"

She roared hoarsely, which startled Song Xiazhi.

Outside the yard, there was the sound of a car driving in.

Song Xiazhi's heart skipped a beat, and he sat down on the ground while covering his red and swollen left cheek from Qiao Mo's beating.

Holding her lower abdomen with the other hand, she cried and asked, "Sister Qiao, why did you do this? It's because you're jealous that I'm pregnant with brother Xiao's child, right?"

Qiao Mo didn't have any mood to play such little tricks with her again, "Song Xiazhi, that's enough. Stop pretending."

"Sister Qiao, no matter how jealous you are that I have Brother Xiao's child in my belly...you can't...it hurts!"

Jomo turned around and was about to go upstairs.

But he was stopped by a familiar and cold male voice behind him.

"You stop!"

Qiao Mo smiled wryly, then turned to look at Xiao Yan with a smile: "Are you going to ask me why I pushed her to the ground?"

Xiao Yan helped Song Xiazhi up from the ground, "How are you doing?"

Song Xiazhi cried and got into Xiao Yan's arms, "Brother Xiao, I'm so scared, just now I was so scared that sister Qiao would take our child..."

Xiao Yan helped Song Xiazhi to one side of the sofa, "It's fine."

Qiao Mo sneered, mocking Song Xiazhi: "Your acting skills, not being an actor is a waste of your talent!"

Song Xiazhi pursed his mouth aggrievedly: "Brother Xiao..."

The man yelled at Qiao Mo: "Enough!"

"I ask you, why did you push her?"

Qiao Mo stared at Xiao Yan's deep eyes, and smiled slightly, "Now, why don't you ask me if I pushed her, but why did you push her? Xiao Yan, why don't you trust me?"

"The trust I gave you, what did you give me in the end? It was betrayal."

Qiao Mo's eyes were filled with tears, and she was on the verge of falling. She pointed to Song Xiazhi who was sitting on the sofa, and asked, "What about Song Xiazhi? Even if I betray you, it will be after you betray me!"

Song Xiazhi suddenly jumped out and retorted: "Brother Xiao and I fell in love before you, and it's because of you that Qiao Mo separated from Brother Xiao!"

"Heh, I'm a third party? But in Chinese law, in the eyes of the world, Song Xiazhi, you are an out-and-out mistress!"

Jomo yelled loudly.

She went all out, and she didn't want anything.

Xiao Yan tugged on Qiao Mo's arm, "Stop making trouble for no reason!"

Is she making trouble out of no reason?He sure?

"Why has it been a month, and you just don't ask me, what is the reason why I was with Rong Chengmo that day?!"

Xiao Yan looked at her indifferently, "Is this still necessary?"

The words Hu Zhigu owed were right on Qiao Mo's lips.

Song Xiazhi panicked and immediately hugged her stomach tightly.

"Brother Xiao...my stomach hurts!"

The strength on Qiao Mo's wrist was withdrawn all at once.

That's what she is, worthless.

In Xiao Yan's heart, the most important thing is always Song Xiazhi.

No matter what Song Xiazhi did, it was right.

And she, whatever she does, is wrong, wrong, wrong!

……

Qiao Mo watched helplessly as Xiao Yan hugged Song Xiazhi and left.

……

in the hospital.

Song Xiazhi was lying on the hospital bed, looking very weak.

"I still have something to do, let the servant accompany you."

Song Xiazhi grabbed Xiao Yan's hand, "Brother Xiao, can't you spend more time with me?"

Xiao Yan turned his eyes, sneered, his eyes were as sharp as usual, "Is it you who need me to accompany you, or the child in your stomach?"

His penetrating and clear eyes fell on her lower abdomen.

Song Xiazhi felt guilty for no reason.

"Brother Xiao, I don't know what you mean...? Of course, the child and I want you to accompany me more..."

Xiao Yan was impatient, so he continued to cooperate with her, "I didn't touch you that night, why did you have my child?"

Song Xiazhi stiffened his shoulders, "Brother Xiao, that's not the case..."

"I clearly remember that I was very drunk that night, and I didn't have the energy to have sex with you anymore, but it was because I was so drunk that I really couldn't remember what happened that night. But you know, your stomach How long do you think you can hide this matter? One doctor is willing to cheat for you, but what about the next doctor? "

Song Xiazhi's face was pale, and she asked in a daze, "How, how did you know?"

"You don't remember? You called me at five o'clock in the morning that day and said you were not feeling well. I took you to the hospital. But this time it was a nephrology doctor. I was worried about the baby in your stomach, so I asked the doctor about it in private. Children's problems. But, you don't have children, what problems can you have?!"

One hundred dense and one sparse.

She had pretended for so long, but she was finally defeated by Qiao Mo. That day happened to be the day when she tricked Xiao Yan into coming to the hospital and asked Qiao Mo to leave alone.

"Based on this alone, I'm even more sure that I didn't touch a single finger of yours that night."

Song Xiazhi sat on the hospital bed blankly, all the complacency and pride of the past month were gone.

……

Xiao Yan did not return to Xinyuan for three days in a row.

Jomo seemed like a sick patient, without any energy.

In one month, I lost a lot of weight.

Sister Lan comforted her and advised her: "Madam, you should eat something anyway. If this continues, what will people do?"

She grabbed Sister Lan's hand and begged, "Sister Lan, please let me get out of here. Please..."

This feeling that life is worse than death is about to collapse.

"I'm sorry, ma'am... I really can't let you out without sir's order."

……

Another night, heavy rain.

In the middle of the night, Xiao Yan walked upstairs with heavy steps.

Jomo fell asleep in the bedroom, unconscious.

A big hand picked her up, and began to peel off her clothes without saying a word.

All of a sudden, I woke up from the nightmare.

Jomo panicked, repelled, and hated such a humiliating touch.

"Pretending to be a chaste woman? I promise, she will do better than Rong Chengmo..."

Saying that, her thin lips dropped.

Kiss, cruising over her skin domineeringly and arrogantly.

Fire, lit little by little, burning each other.

Jomo resisted, tears of humiliation wet her temples.

"No, I said, don't..."

Xiao Yan didn't care about her feelings any more, he smiled recklessly, and said, "Now you have no right to say yes or no!"

Qiao Mo was so frightened that he wrapped his arms tightly around his arms and begged him, "I'm so sad...Xiao Yan...you let me go..."

Her stomach hurts so badly, a heart-piercing pain is rapidly stabbing towards her lower abdomen.

"Why are you uncomfortable?"

There was a scent of brandy on him.

Jomo looked up, crying like a tearful man.

And Xiao Yan leaned against her ear, whispering softly: "Xiao Mo, I am the one who suffers. Why do you want to go with Rong Chengmo? I have reminded you again and again, leave him Stay away, why are you just being naughty and not listening to me?"

Qiao Mo was in so much pain that he couldn't hear what Xiao Yan was saying at all, and his fingertips pinched hard into his arm.

He rubbed his ear to her hair, kissing her lips, her small face, "Xiao Mo, I have never touched Song Xiazhi, nor is she pregnant with my child, only you are the mother of my child... Xiao Mo ..."

But Jomo couldn't hear her, and she was sweating in pain.

"Xiao Yan...I'm in so much pain..."

Ferment in the air until there is a smell of blood.

Only then did Xiao Yan realize something was wrong.

"Jomo!"

In a trance, Qiao Mo stretched out his hand to caress Xiao Yan's haggard face, and she smiled slightly, "Don't be sad, I will... never make you so sad again."

She was in so much pain that she was about to die.

This is probably the smell of death.

(End of this chapter)