President's Brand

Chapter 136

Nodding in satisfaction, he stretched out his hand to pull her up and put his arms around him. With a calm expression, Qiao Xiyao led her into the living room step by step.

In the huge living room, Qiao Jing was sitting comfortably on the leather sofa imported from Europe. At this moment, she saw the two of them walking hand in hand. She slowly raised her head and stared at them.

After walking in front of her in a few steps, Qiao Xiyao stood on both feet, with obsidian-like eyes, with an irresistible insistence, "We want to get married!"

His voice was deep and magnetic, slowly spreading in her ears, and a kind of sweet happiness spread along with it. Xi Mu stood beside him nervously. At this moment, she didn't dare to breathe, and waited quietly. Qiao Jing's reaction.

After a long time, Qiao Jing put down the teacup in her hand, the corner of her mouth smiled slightly, but there was a cold breath blowing towards her face.

"Snapped!"

In the quiet space, a crisp slap suddenly sounded, Qiao Jing raised her hand, and a resounding slap landed on Qiao Xiyao's face.

Xi Mu stared at him with wide eyes, and when she came back to her senses, the man's face had already been marked with five bright red fingerprints.

"Take back your words!" Qiao Jing's eyes flashed fiercely, and she said coldly without blinking her brows.

Reaching out to tug at the man beside him, Xi Mu's palms felt cold, and his heart ached to death, but he didn't say a word, just pursed his thin lips tightly.

Xi Mu's eyes were sore, and she ran over in a hurry, but she only had time to protect his face that had been knocked off, and reached out to caress his pale cheeks. She felt pain in her heart, "Auntie!"

"Shut up!" Qiao Jing glared at her angrily, her eyes flashed sharply, "I'm teaching my son, who dares to say a word?"

After being beaten, Qiao Xiyao didn't say a word, she tilted her head without any expression, she just stretched out her hand to grab Xi Mu and protect her behind her.

Seeing his guard-like movements, Qiao Jing sneered, approached fiercely, and slapped her backhand again, but her fierce eyes were completely directed at Xi Mu, "Can you take it back?"

"I..." Xi Mu's heart trembled, and he faltered in the face of her forceful questioning.

"Xi Mu! How dare you!" Hearing her hesitant voice, Qiao Xiyao's eyes stern and his face darkened. He stared at her with scorching eyes, and gritted his teeth: "Remember what you promised!"

White teeth bit her lips tightly, Xi Mu looked into his angry eyes, the eye sockets were sore and uncomfortable, seeing the bright red five finger marks on his cheeks, she felt her heart tightening and tingling, But she held back abruptly, not daring to take a step back!
"Mu Mu, you go home first!" Calming down, Qiao Xiyao saw her sad little face, couldn't bear it, pulled her to his side, and said softly.

Originally, she wanted to stay, but when she saw Qiao Xiyao winking at him, then looked at Qiao Jing's furious face, she reluctantly nodded, then turned and left Qiao's house.

Xi Mu left the living room, and when she came to the courtyard, she saw Uncle Hong, the housekeeper, waiting for her, "Miss Xi, get in the car!"

The forward steps stopped, Xi Mu's brows gradually frowned, doubts appeared in his heart, and he didn't dare to get in the car rashly.

Seeing her doubts, Uncle Hong immediately smiled clearly and said, "Don't worry, the young master ordered it."

Hearing what he said, the doubts in Xi Mu's heart dissipated, she nodded politely, and hurried into the car.

After she sat down, Uncle Hong smiled and closed the car door, and ordered the driver to take her back to Tianjie Garden.Watching the car drive out of the gate, he slowly looked back, but when he saw the mother and child who were still in a stalemate, his face was full of helplessness.

The winter night was quiet, the bright living room was dimly lit, and two lonely figures sat on the corner bar on the first floor.

Qiao Jing was sitting in front of the bar, holding a glass of vodka in her hand, her sharp eyes were unguarded, filled with loneliness and bitterness.

And beside her, also sat a sad figure, Qiao Xiyao was next to her, stroking his chin with one hand, touching the rim of the wine glass with his slender fingers, and rubbing them non-stop.

"Mom..." Qiao Xiyao called out to her in a low voice, her beautiful sword eyebrows frowned, "Do you still love Dad?"

Under the dim light, Qiao Jing's bright eyes instantly dimmed. She let out a long breath, and the smile on her lips was gentle, but if you looked closely, you would find that the smile was too indifferent.

"In my life, I will only love your father until I die!" Looking up and drinking the wine in the glass, Qiao Jing spoke softly, the smile on the corner of her mouth becoming more and more lonely.

The loosened five fingers slowly tightened, Qiao Xiyao felt oppressed, with an indescribable irritability, "But what happened back then has nothing to do with Xi Mu!"

"Of course!" Qiao Jing's frowning brows relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Otherwise I will never allow her to stand in front of me!"

After finishing the vodka in the cup with her head up, Qiao Jing's eyebrows sank, and she looked back at him with a tone of loneliness that she had never felt before: "But Xi Mu is her daughter after all! Xiyao, why do you have the heart to be in front of your mother?" Sprinkle some salt on the wound?"

After saying this, Qiao Jing got up, turned around and walked upstairs step by step, leaving only the lonely figure behind.

Qiao Xiyao watched her go away, his obsidian-like eyes were full of tangles, his sharp jaw was tense, and the sadness between his brows did not dissipate for a long time.

In the bedroom on the third floor, a dim figure stood quietly in front of the large French windows.

In the flowerbed outside the window, there are large areas of blue-purple irises planted, in this silent night, faintly exuding a gloomy brilliance.

Qiao Jing stood in front of the window with her arms folded, looking down at the vast sea of ​​flowers, the corners of her mouth gradually curved into a nice curve.If life was just like meeting for the first time, if he and she only saw each other for the first time, and all the memories stayed at the moment of first meeting, how good would it be?

The year I met him was also in the season when the purple irises were in full bloom.

It was a pleasant afternoon. After waking up from a nap, she ran outside to pick a large bunch of purple irises and returned home. She had just stepped into the gate of her house when she saw a young man standing in the middle of the living room.

The warm afternoon sun shone in, and the boy was wearing a clean white school uniform, standing with his back to her.

"Xiao Jing, come and meet Zhuo Hang." Seeing his daughter rushing in the door, Qiao Zheng's stern face was stained with a smile, and he waved to her dotingly.

(End of this chapter)