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

Chapter 98 Jomo, I Love You
A sharp pain pierced through the brain, every nerve seemed to be pinned down, numb with swelling pain.

There seemed to be vines growing continuously on the head, almost bursting and bursting.

Xiao Yan hugged his head. On the bed of the hotel, a man about 1.8 meters tall curled up into a ball, sweating all over his body.

And his cell phone kept ringing.

Caller ID, Jomer.

The man had a pale hand with blue veins bursting out, trembling and slowly reaching for the phone, the cold sweat on his forehead fell like rain, soaking the shirt on his chest.

He answered the call with difficulty, his voice hoarse and ethereal.

"Hey."

Qiao Mo made countless phone calls, and finally got through, but the male voice on the other end made her feel something was wrong.

"Xiao Yan?"

Jomo subconsciously clenched the phone and called him tentatively.

Xiao Yan's voice was extremely hoarse, like a patient who had completely collapsed after being tortured, "I am here."

Jomo thought he was suspicious, so he pursed the corners of his lips, only to realize that he began to care too much about him again.

"Where are you now? I want to discuss divorce with you."

The corners of Xiao Yan's pale lips curled up, and the hair on his forehead was all wet with sweat. He said weakly, "I'm currently on a business trip, and I'm afraid the divorce will have to be postponed."

"Then how long will it take you to come back? If it takes too long, then find a lawyer for both parties."

He closed his eyes, and even hoped to see her again, even if he took advantage of this opportunity of divorce, he didn't want to let it go.

"If you are really in a hurry, then come to Qingcheng to find me."

At this time, Xiao Yan's tone was hoarse, completely lost his usual coldness, like a patient, Qiao Mo softened his heart for no reason.

"I……"

Qiao Mo hesitated. Qingcheng is actually very close to Haicheng. It only takes half an hour by high-speed train.

It is shorter than crossing half of the city in Haicheng.

"Xiao Mo, it's fine to stay with me in Qingcheng for a few days before the divorce..."

What he said was so sincere, and his posture was so low, Qiao Mo almost wondered if the man who was talking on the other end of the phone was really Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan, who has always been so high-profile and powerful, will unexpectedly be begging others like this one day.

Qiao Mo swallowed, and there was a soreness in her throat. She held the phone and said a word quietly, "Okay."

Just take it as a farewell to all the one-year marriage.

Go to Qingcheng, only talk about divorce.

Xiao Yan sent the address to Qiao Mo, she packed her simple luggage, bought a high-speed rail ticket, and set off on the same day.

The strange thing is that when they were about to divorce, there were no quarrels and differences between them, but they got along quietly.

After Qiao Mo arrived at the high-speed railway station in Qingcheng, Xiao Yan called to pick her up, perhaps because he was too tired, Qiao Mo was too lazy to refuse, and there was no need to refuse.

After getting into the car, Jomo sat quietly in the co-pilot.

Xiao Yan's complexion was paler than usual, revealing a morbid paleness and haggardness.

Jomo glanced at his fingers holding the steering wheel, the fingertips were bloodless and pale as snow.

Is he... sick?
"Xiao Yan, I came to you because I wanted to have a good talk with you about the divorce."

Jomo withdrew his gaze and cast his calm gaze on the windshield.

Xiao Yan smiled lightly, and said in a low voice: "Divorce is just a formality. What do you need to talk about? I'm very happy that you can come to Qingcheng, Qiao Mo. None of us should mention divorce these days. I promise you, when I return to Haicheng, I will definitely give you the answer you want. But, from now on, can you accompany me well?"

He spoke very lightly, but with sincerity.

Qiao Mo bit her lip, "Xiao Yan, why did you think of me to accompany you when it was time for a divorce?"

If it was before, if he had said that earlier, cared about her earlier, there would be no distrust between them, and without Song Xiazhi, it would be great.

"People don't know how to cherish until they are about to lose it, and so do I."

Jomo took a deep breath and turned his face to the window.

Qingcheng is a small city with fresh air and clean roads, making it suitable for living and retirement.

Xiao Yan drove the car with one hand and reached over with the other, tightly holding Qiao Mo's little hand resting on his leg.

And when Qiao Mo touched the temperature, his fingers trembled. His hands were so cold, as if they had been frozen, without any warmth.

After all, she couldn't bear it, and turned to look at his pale face, "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

As he spoke, he drew his hand out and touched his forehead.

cold.

Xiao Yan calmly smiled and took off the little hand she put on his forehead, "It's okay, I stayed up for a few nights and solved a difficult case. Rest for a few days and you'll be fine."

Only then did Jomo feel relieved.

The extent of his anxiety and concern for him was too obvious on the surface, which was keenly captured by Xiao Yan.

"Xiao Mo, I don't deserve your concern about me."

Qiao Mo withdrew his hand and smiled wryly: "You always control me easily. Even now, I can't deny my feelings for you. But Xiao Yan, please don't belittle my feelings for you. Here I save the last bit of dignity, please."

Xiao Yan drove the car to the B&B, parked the car, got out of the car, and helped Qiao Mo get the luggage.

The two entered the homestay together.

After entering the room, Xiao Yan suddenly embraced her from behind, he took a deep breath of the fragrance of her body, his eyes were scarlet, "Jomo, I apologize for all the things I have done to hurt you. Even if that doesn't make up for anything, you tell me what you want, and I'll put it all in the divorce agreement."

He can't give much, and maybe he can't give what she wants, but he still wants to try his best to make up for her.

Qiao Mo struggled slightly, and the dry tears in her eyes suddenly filled up. She was shackled in his arms, with her back to him, and finally collapsed, "I used to want nothing, I just want you to love me, even if it is Like me a little bit, trust me, and I am satisfied. But now, I don’t want anything, Xiao Yan, are you regretting or guilty now, so you want to make up for me?"

Jomo's hand, one by one, pushed his fingers away.

Jomo stood by the open window, with his back to him, covering his lips with his hands, suppressing his emotions.

Xiao Yan stood some distance away from her, quietly looking at her slender back, "What do you want to eat at noon?"

Jomo didn't answer, it didn't matter what he ate.

He knew that she had never been picky.

At noon, Xiao Yan ordered fast food, and neither of them had any intention of eating, so they ate a few mouthfuls and settled for lunch.

Jomo sat by the bed, silent.

Xiao Yan leaned against the open balcony, staring at her intently, as if he wanted to see her into the depths of his mind.

He asked, "After the divorce, what are your plans?"

Qiao Mo didn't raise his head, but replied plainly: "If there is no accident, I should go to America with Feng Che."

"Ah."

The United States is so far away from Haicheng, so far away that even her news will disappear. In this way, he will probably feel less guilty, she will think about him less, and live a more comfortable life.

Jomo took out the divorce agreement from his bag, "I'm here today mainly for this purpose. I've asked a lawyer to draw up the divorce agreement. Take a look and sign it if there's no problem."

Xiao Yan took it, read the divorce agreement seriously, but frowned and said, "I can't sign this divorce agreement."

Jomo was startled and looked up at him: "Why?"

Could it be that he wants to go back on his word again?

Xiao Yan's voice, however, said calmly: "In this divorce agreement, you didn't ask for alimony or any property, which is unfair to you."

Jomo's best years were spent in this marriage. He gave her hurt and turmoil, and he couldn't let her leave alone with injuries all over her body.

Qiao Mo sneered, "In your eyes, I'm probably no different from those women who give you a double-monthly refund. If that's the case, then I don't want more, and I don't want less, 500 million. It’s all the compensation you paid for hurting me.”

"Okay, I'll have the lawyer add this."

Qiao Mo stared quietly at his cold black eyes with red water eyes.

Xiao Yan lowered his handsome face, and muttered to himself: "You are different from any woman, Qiao Mo, you are Mrs. Xiao."

"What's the use of talking about it now?"

Xiao Yan nodded, "It's useless, you should rest first. At the latest, I will send you back to Haicheng tomorrow."

Xiao Yan became different from any time before, he was too obedient to this matter, and he was too obedient to Qiao Mo's thoughts.

Qiao Mo suddenly asked, "When did you figure it out, why... you suddenly changed your mind and agreed to divorce?"

Xiao Yan hid all his emotions in his bottomless eyes, he said eloquently, "Zhizhi is pregnant with my child, I hope I can give her an explanation as soon as possible."

Jomo's heart suddenly ached.

She hooked the corners of her lips, "Really? Then I wish you both in advance, a happy marriage for a hundred years."

"Thank you."

Sleeping in the same bed for the last night seemed awkward and weird.

They were obviously two people who were about to divorce, but they were lying in the same bed very peacefully.

Even Xiao Yan's arm was still tightly wrapped around her body.

His breathing is so close.

Jomo was in his arms, eyes closed, and fell asleep.

Xiao Yan's chin was pressed against her forehead, and in the darkness, he asked softly, "Xiao Mo, when did you fall in love with me?"

He really wanted to hear how lonely and brave she was when she loved him alone.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it and go to sleep.

Jomo slowly opened her eyes, and her lips brushed gently against his Adam's apple.

"Probably since you rescued me from the mountain, I realized that you are a pretty good person."

"So every time you say 'I like you' after that, you mean it, huh?"

Jomo stretched out his arms and hugged his neck tightly, "Yes."

For no reason, at this night, Qiao Mo didn't want to hide anything. After dawn, they were just passers-by. She was too tired to hide her emotions.

"It's my fault for making you suffer so much." Xiao Yan said calmly.

Jomo reached out and covered his lips, "Stop talking, I'm sleepy, go to sleep."

"Good night, Jomer."

Jomo turned over and leaned against his chest. His chest was colder than before, but she still wanted to get closer.

After a long while, Xiao Yan thought that the girl in her arms had fallen asleep, so she slowly said: "Xiao Yan, I don't know how long it will take to forget you, and I don't know if I can forget you. Don't disappear tomorrow , go with me to go through the divorce procedures, let me go, and you too. Okay?"

"If that's the last thing you want, I'll give it."

In the middle of the night, when everything was quiet and his breathing was even, Xiao Yan suddenly lowered his head and kissed Qiao Mo on the forehead.

He wondered if she had fallen asleep.

"Jomer, I love you."

When you love me so lonely and desperate, I love you too.

(End of this chapter)