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

Chapter 142 A man with a sperm on his brain!
Xiao Yan's upper body was bare, half lazy, half sexy lying on the hospital bed, embracing Qiao Mo in his arms.

In the early morning, with soft fragrance in his bosom, Xiao Yan's emotions were aroused again.

He lowered his head, turned over Qiao Mo's body, and was about to kiss her, but she covered his thin lips all of a sudden.

Jomo winked at him, and rarely acted playfully: "Hey, when the nurses and cleaners come in later, what do you think when they see us like this? Don't be foolish."

Xiao Yan sighed slightly, staring at her small face with burning black eyes, "Then what should I do?"

"What should I do? Get up and get dressed."

After last night, Qiao Mo really felt that Xiao Yan's sperm had gotten into his head!

But... for a man who has been vacant for two years, Qiao Mo dare not think deeply, if they were not in the clinic last night, would Xiao Yan react even more?Even more, even more unrestrained.

Xiao Yan was like a lost child who couldn't get sweets, he lowered his bright eyes slightly, "Can't you understand the physical needs of a man who has been hungry for two years?"

Qiao Mo made a "puchi" sound and chuckled, as if coaxing a three-year-old child, he reached out and hugged him, "Good boy."

The characters of the two people, one was cold and the other was silent, but now it is fine. At this time, the sun outside the window is shining brightly, shining on the entire snow-white Swiss mountains, just as the darkness in their hearts is completely illuminated.

Xiao Yan got up reluctantly, his lean and stylish upper body was bare, but he didn't try to put on his clothes.

The facilities in the clinic are poor and the heating is not sufficient. Jomo threw a white shirt into his arms, "Hurry up and put on your clothes, so as not to catch a cold."

Jomo was about to go in the ward, looking around to see if there was anything left behind, but the man on the bed grabbed his wrist and suddenly grabbed it into his arms.

Unprepared, she fell into his strong and lean chest.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Xiao Yan's chin rested on the top of her head, sniffing the fragrance of stars in her hair, pinching her soft white fingers with slender fingers, kissing her heart, and said in a hoarse voice: "As Mrs. Xiao, Should I help Mr. Xiao put on his shirt?"

Qiao Mo was startled, and raised his eyes to stare at his deep eyes in disbelief.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You...do you remember something?"

Two years ago, countless times, he pulled her up from the bed, dozed off, and helped him put on his shirt.

Qiao Mo looked at his black eyes expectantly and pleasantly, but helplessly, she really thought too much, Xiao Yan had no possibility of recovering her memory at all.

The man's big hand stroked her hair, "I used to let you put on my shirt too?"

"Yes."

Qiao Mo picked up the white shirt on one side and shook it. She would have ironed the shirt Xiao Yan wore the next day the night before, but now, there is no iron in the clinic, so she can only make do with it. The wrinkled white shirt that was not too big was packed in the suitcase.

With her slender fingers, she carefully twisted the buttons of the white shirt one by one.

Qiao Mo stared at the row of buttons, smiled and said: "You used to be very rough. Before I woke up, you pulled me out of the bed and buttoned the buttons for you. Maybe you did it on purpose. Don't bully me. You I feel uncomfortable."

When the last button was buttoned, Qiao Mo's hand was about to leave when he grabbed it.

Xiao Yan hugged her into his arms, "Xiao Mo, because of me, you suffer from depression..."

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Mo was gently covering his lips.

"Looking at your future performance, I will decide not to forgive you."

Xiao Yan smiled, the gloom for many days finally dissipated.

He took her little hand away, held it in the palm of his hand, kneaded it gently, and pressed their foreheads against each other. He joked solemnly: "If the behavior in the future is still as reckless as last night, will you not forgive me?"

Qiao Mo blushed slightly, "Who told you about that...?"

This man is especially dishonest when he is dishonest!

The man's big hand suddenly landed on the back of her double moon, Qiao Mo was startled, and whispered, "Hey...!"

"Does it still hurt?"

Hearing this greeting, Qiao Mo suddenly felt nervous and let it go.

I thought he was going to mess around again.

She shook her head lightly, "It's a bit like the first time, but..."

Jomo reached out, slipped his small hand in from the hem of his shirt, touched the scar on his upper left abdomen, and smiled softly: "I was so stupid before, I never believed that the person six years ago could be you."

Six years ago, she, the man who took her first time, who else could it be except him?

The same place, the same scar, moreover, Xiao Yan once promised in front of Xiao Ruqing, it's just...

At that time, maybe he really didn't love her, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get rid of her trouble because of this, so he denied it. It wasn't him who took her away for the first time.

Xiao Yan held her fluttering little hand, his eyes darkened, "But what?"

She knew, what would be the consequences of her fumbling like this?
Qiao Mo smiled, and objectively commented: "Your skills are far worse than those of two years ago, or six years ago."

Xiao Yan frowned, and asked like a child, "You mean I can't do it now?"

Qiao Mo pursed his lips, held back his smile, ran away from him, and packed his suitcase, "I didn't say you couldn't do it."

It's just that last night, he was really impulsive and hopeless, and he had no skills at all. Even...to get in, he searched for a long time...

Xiao Yan got up from the hospital bed, walked behind her, put his arms around her waist, lowered his head to her ear, bit her earlobe, and asked in a charming and hoarse voice: "Are you disliking me for my lack of skills? "

Although he had doubts, Qiao Mo could hear the smell of questioning, which was quite threatening, and the big hand resting on his waist was already caressing slowly.

Xiao Yan will also be questioned about his "skill" one day?Jomo thought about it and wanted to laugh.

Qiao Mo turned around, looked at him with a smile, and comforted him: "...Although Mr. Xiao has lost his memory of behavior in this area, judging from his performance last night, it is because of his superior comprehension."

Fortunately, the last sentence "The value lies in the superior comprehension" saved the whole situation.

Xiao Yan was obviously benefited, he held Qiao Mo's waist, and pressed her body further into his arms, the heat from his squall in the morning came through the material of the clothes.

Qiao Mo's face turned hot, but Xiao Yan's eyes were deep and serious. He seemed to be talking about important events every word, which made him very embarrassed.

"Next time, I can make you feel better."

How could someone say such a thing in such a serious and serious manner?

It's like a promise before performing a task.

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the ward.

Jomo gently pushed him away, it should be the nurses and cleaners who came in to clean up the ward.

"Let's go."

……

Along the way, Qiao Mo told Xiao Yan a lot about their past.

The relationship between the two finally eased.

After last night, Qiao Mo seemed to have opened his heart to Xiao Yan.

After getting on the plane, Qiao Mo leaned on Xiao Yan's shoulder, looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the cabin, and said softly: "If I knew that you gave me a fake divorce certificate two years ago, I would not have done it so easily. Leaving you."

He didn't know, in fact, the more she said she wanted to leave him, the more she needed him.

In the past, she had too many uncertainties about the feelings he gave her. She was not sure whether he loved her or not.

Jomo took his arm and hugged him tightly, but now, she was really tired and wanted to lean on his shoulder and never leave again for the rest of her life.

The plane passed through the white clouds and blue sky, and after more than ten hours, it landed on the land of Haicheng.

Qiao Mo held Xiao Yan's arm, and the two got off the plane intimately.

Zhao Qian had already been waiting at the airport, and when he saw Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo's hands clasped, he smiled with relief.

"It's great to see BOSS and his wife together again."

After getting into the car, Zhao Qian felt a little embarrassed. He didn't know where he was going now. Is it the Xiao family villa...or the company?Or a villa in Xinyuan?

Xinyuan Villa, Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo lived there for a while when they were newly married two years ago.

Now, there is another one in the Xiao family's villa. It might not be very good for Qiao Mo to follow Xiao Yan back like this.

"Boss, where are you going now?"

Xiao Yan glanced at Qiao Mo beside him, "Go back to Xiao's house directly."

Qiao Mo stopped him, and said to Zhao Qian who was driving ahead, "Assistant Zhao, go to Xinyuan."

Xiao Yan frowned slightly, he didn't quite understand why Qiao Mo did what he did.

"Little Mo."

Jomo held his hand, leaned into his arms, and said softly: "Give me some time, I'm not ready to face those people right now. And..."

She knew how embarrassing the situation would be if she followed him now and went back to Xiao's villa grandiosely.

Song Xiazhi's belly, how to say, is also carrying his child.

No matter how wrong Song Xiazhi was, Song Xiazhi was better than her when it came to love. She loved Xiao Yan with all her heart and never let go.

Jomo was in his arms, closed his eyes, put his arms around his waist, and said softly, "I don't want to embarrass you."

In a certain sense, Xiao Yan really cannot be blamed for Song Xiazhi's pregnancy with Xiao Yan's child.

After all, Song Xiazhi took care of him for two full years, and if he forgot her, what was wrong with him?

All her stubbornness and stubbornness are just for that sentence "I love you".

Xiao Yan lowered his handsome face, and kissed her forehead pitifully, "Qiao Mo, I have nothing to do with you, it's you who does."

——He didn't want to wrong his woman again.

Jomo sighed, "Being with you, you love me, so that I won't be wronged. In the past, I was wronged because you didn't love me."

I used to feel aggrieved, mostly because I felt that all my contributions were unilateral, and it was okay to be stupid, but it was different now. She knew that she was not alone in managing and guarding this marriage.

What she loves, loves her too.

Therefore, no matter how much she suffers, she does not feel wronged.

……

The Maybach slowly parked in the courtyard of Xinyuan Villa.

When Qiao Mo returned to this place again, he felt as if he had passed away.

For two full years and 24 months, she came back here again, with him.

Xiao Yan held Qiao Mo's shoulders, "Go in."

Once inside the house, everything is clean and fresh.

Zhao Qian brought his luggage in, and said with a smile, "Boss, ma'am, I have been sending people to clean the house in Xinyuan, so I can move in directly, and there is no need to tidy it up."

Xiao Yan forgot everything, but Zhao Qian couldn't. Two years ago, he followed Xiao Yan's instructions and sent the part-time worker to clean it every week. Later, after Xiao Yan had an operation, he forgot everything, but Zhao Qian still Send someone to clean up here.

When Zhao Qian left, he smiled and said, "Boss, madam, good night."

(End of this chapter)