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

Chapter 99 Formal Divorce
In the second half of the night, Qiao Mo slept soundly and did not feel any changes in the body of the man holding him.

In countless deep nights four years ago, Xiao Yan's headache seemed to explode. Four years later, when the pain in his brain flared up, it was worse than worse.

He concentrated all his strength on his arms, and hugged the person in his arms tightly. His back was covered with cold sweat, and the sweat on his forehead fell like rain, but his whole body was cold and lifeless. Severe pain, trying to support the past.

Maybe it was because he made too much noise, and finally woke up Qiao Mo who was sleeping in his arms.

Jomo opened his sleepy eyes, and looked at him with frowns in the darkness without the lamp on.

"what happened to you?"

The little hand reached over and touched his forehead, touching the wet sweat.

Jomo was startled, and stretched out his hand to grab his arm, only to find that his whole body was soaked in sweat.

"Xiao Yan, how are you doing?"

A big cold, sweaty hand was covering the back of her hand. His black eyes were heavy, and he looked into her eyes through the darkness. He hooked his thin lips. His pale and thin lips were bloodless, but his tone was relaxed. Abnormal: "If I were to die tomorrow, would you still insist on divorcing me?"

Qiao Mo was taken aback, obviously frightened, he pulled out his hand and quickly covered his mouth, his tone was fierce and even a little annoyed, "What nonsense are you talking about? If this is another way for you to delay the divorce... "

Before she could finish her warning, he had already pulled down her small hand and held it tightly in his big one. He sneered lightly, as if making fun of her nervousness, or pretending to be relaxed, "I'm just making an opening Just kidding, take it easy."

He raised his eyes slightly, and saw that her clear eyes were still dazed and uneasy, so he comforted him, "I just have a cold and a fever, and I'll be fine tomorrow morning."

Qiao Mo nodded, but still looked at him uneasy, but felt that he was a little seriously ill, otherwise how could he be covered in cold sweat.

But in the end, he was deceived by the excessive tranquility and lightness in Xiao Yan's eyes, "Then go to bed quickly. If you still feel unwell tomorrow, go to the hospital."

Jomo turned his back on his back again, but he didn't seem to be sleepy anymore.

The male body behind him came up again, buried in her neck, with a weak and hoarse voice, said in a low voice, "Sorry for waking you up."

Jomo pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Xiao Yan hugged Qiao Mo for a while, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "I'm going to take a shower."

She was covered in sweat, if she continued to sleep with Qiao Mo in her arms, it would make her sick too.

Xiao Yan entered the bathroom, locked the bathroom door, turned on the shower, leaning on the edge of the bathtub with his slender blue arms, his head seemed about to explode.

It was just a simple shower, but Xiao Yan took it for two hours.

Jomo was worried, afraid that he would fall asleep in it, so he got out of bed and knocked on the bathroom door.

Called him, but no one answered.

Jomo clutched the handle to open the door, but found that the bathroom door had been locked.

Panicked, he slapped the bathroom door and shouted, "Xiao Yan? Xiao Yan!"

Five seconds later, Xiao Yan opened the door and stood in front of her pale.

The man's bushy brows and long eyelashes were stained with mist, his complexion was too pale, fragile and sickly.

Jomo was taken aback and looked at him for three seconds.

Xiao Yan's upper body was naked, and the wetness had not been wiped off, but he stretched out his long arms and hugged her into his chest suddenly.

"Jomo, will you miss me in the future?"

She was also hugging him, the moment of panic just now hadn't faded away, don't care about tomorrow, don't care about divorce, now, she just wants to hug him tightly to make sure he's okay.

She closed her eyes tightly, "I don't know."

Xiao Yan was different from usual. Today, he asked too many questions that he wouldn't normally ask, or questions that Qiao Mo never expected him to ask.

What he asked made Qiao Mo feel that he had feelings for her, and it was not that he didn't love her.

Jomo hugged him tightly and buried him in his chest, greedily wanting to stop this moment, but she knew that there was no way to turn back, it was impossible for them.

Even the night before the divorce, no matter how beautiful it is, it must pass.

The man's cold lips kissed her ears, temples, cheeks, until they reached his lips, and he said in a low voice, "Jomo, remember me."

The tone is so light, but it is always domineering and uncompromising.

Qiao Mo opened his lips and wanted to say, remembering that his life would be too difficult and painful, but when the words came to his lips, Xiao Yan directly blocked his lips again.

All her words were blocked back in her throat.

The heel of the tongue was almost painful, numb, suffocating, and the kiss became disorganized, even tearing and biting like an angry beast.

So strong feelings, nowhere to vent.

After kissing each other until they were out of breath and hurting each other, Xiao Yan pressed her lips and said: "Remember that I may trouble you, but Qiao Mo, I still want you to remember me."

It wasn't until this second that Xiao Yan realized that what he thought about letting go of her completely and never interfering with her was all hypocrisy.

There's no way he could do it.

Even if he will die tomorrow, he wants her to remember this second forever.

Remember him, remember she loves him.

But Xiao Yan forgot that there was such a him in her heart, even if she was let go, even if she went to the United States, which is thousands of miles away from him, she would not be able to do anything with anyone anymore.

Qiao Mo looked up, with a touch of despair in her eyes. If tomorrow is the end of the world, then at this second, she just wants to kiss him well. The person she loves, after tonight, his arms, his kiss, will never be kissed again. doesn't belong to her...

When Jomo woke up, it was nine o'clock in the morning.

Reaching out to touch the side of the bed subconsciously, the tentacles were empty.

Qiao Mo opened his eyes suddenly, where was Xiao Yan on the bed or in the room?
Where has he gone?
The scene of last night flashed through Qiao Mo's mind, and bad thoughts flashed by.

He lifted the quilt, got out of bed, washed and changed clothes as quickly as possible, packed his luggage and walked to the lobby of this hotel.

Jomo asked the front desk: "Excuse me, when did the gentleman who lived in Room 1950 leave?"

The lady at the front desk was stunned, and checked the records on the computer, "Mr. 1950 checked out at five o'clock in the morning. But he told us that his wife is still resting in the room, so don't bother me."

Jomo was taken aback, "Did he say where he was going?"

The front desk lady shook her head, "That's not true."

Jomo hurried out of the hotel with his suitcase in hand.

Call Xiao Yan and turn off the phone.

It was as if the world had evaporated like before.

Jomo hailed a taxi and went straight to the train station.

Along the way, numerous phone calls were made.

There was no reaction at all.

Jomo was finally tired. He held his phone, covered his face, and sat down in the taxi.

Why did he leave without saying goodbye?Why is the phone turned off?
He promised her that he would not disappear today and would follow her back to Haicheng to complete the divorce procedures.

Last night, his attitude was so sincere, could it be just deceit?However, what good would it do him to lie to her?
If he refuses to divorce, it's easy to say that a strong person like him has long been used to being in control and superior?
Qiao Mo was upset, and Xiao Yan's haggard appearance last night suddenly appeared in his mind, dripping all over his body.

My heart trembled fiercely, could he be sick?
However, she couldn't explain it. If she went to the hospital, why didn't she answer the phone?

After getting on the high-speed rail, Zhao Qian's phone call came in.

As soon as Qiao Mo answered, he asked, "Assistant Zhao, has Xiao Yan returned to the company?"

"Madam, the boss left a signed divorce agreement. Where are you now? I'll send you the divorce agreement."

Qiao Mo frowned, "Where is Xiao Yanren?"

Zhao Qian: "Boss flew to Switzerland early in the morning for a business trip. He said he didn't have time to say goodbye to his wife face to face. The divorce procedure is fully entrusted to the lawyer and you."

Jomo held the phone and remained silent for a long time.

She never thought that last night would be the last time they would see each other.

The corners of her lips curled into a forced hook, and she remained silent for a while without speaking.

Zhao Qian added: "However, even if the BOSS is not here, the divorce procedure will not be affected. Before the BOSS left, he signed all the documents."

Qiao Mo couldn't help but choked up a sob. She covered her mouth, not wanting to let out a little cry, "I know..."

Zhao Qian pondered and sighed: "Madam, please forgive the BOSS for leaving without saying goodbye. Although the BOSS said that he would fly to Switzerland and have no time to deal with the divorce procedures with you, in fact, the case in Switzerland does not require him to deal with it in person." Come forward, I guess, the BOSS may not have the heart to say goodbye to his wife in person, so he entrusted all the documents to the lawyer. You...don't blame the BOSS. Actually..."

Qiao Mo didn't want to hear any more. She couldn't ignore the slight softening of her heart, "Stop talking, come pick me up at the high-speed rail station, and I'll go through the divorce procedures with you."

"it is good."

Half an hour later, Jomo got off the high-speed train and got on the Maybach.

Zhao Qian glanced at Qiao Mo who was sitting in the back seat, pursed his lips and said, "Madam, look... do you think about it again? After all, marriage is not easy, and being together is fate."

Qiao Mo's eyes were calm and calm, "At this point, even if you have feelings, there is no way to turn back."

What's more, between them, in this marriage, she will always be in unrequited love.

"As an assistant, I can see the boss's feelings for you. Ma'am, you are very special in the boss's mind. If it wasn't for caring, the boss probably wouldn't have signed the divorce agreement."

Qiao Mo frowned, but didn't react for a while.

Zhao Qian smiled and explained: "Divorce is only harmful to people like BOSS, but not beneficial. If the news of your divorce from BOSS is announced, the image of BOSS in front of shareholders and the media will be greatly affected. Loss. Boss must care too much about you and your thoughts, otherwise..."

"Assistant Zhao, I don't want to hear this anymore."

Zhao Qian could only nod his head and give up.

He followed Xiao Yan for so many years, it was rare that the boss liked a girl so much, married her, and fell in love with her, he really didn't want to see the boss divorce his wife.

As an assistant, he had already crossed the line by talking so much just now.

The car drove to Xiao's building.

Qiao Mo followed Zhao Qian into the office, where the lawyer was waiting.

The procedure is very simple, Xiao Yan's column has been signed, as long as Qiao Mo signs all the places that need to be signed, the divorce agreement will be considered effective.

Qiao Mo held the pen, and her fingers trembled uncontrollably. She paused for a long time at the signature place before taking a deep breath and signing her name in one go.

There were too many places to sign the document, and Jomo signed several names in a row.

The lawyer checked it carefully, and handed one of the documents to Qiao Mo: "From now on, you and Mr. Xiao have officially divorced."

(End of this chapter)