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

Chapter 175 I'm late, Xiao Mo is not afraid

"Who is Xiao Yan! I haven't heard of it! You little girl! How dare you brag! Believe it or not, I'll tear you up right now!"

When Mrs. Liu slapped her again, Liu Hua suddenly grabbed the woman's hand: "Wife, wife, it's okay, don't make too much trouble, everyone around here is watching!"

Liu Hua is timid and doesn't want to make things big.

The woman immediately became angry, and glared at Liu Huaheng: "Why, are you afraid that people will find out if you stole the fish?! Liu Hua! Let me tell you, if you don't mutilate this little vixen today, we will divorce tomorrow!"

Qiao Mo wiped away his tears with his dirty little hand that was stepped on, stared at the couple and shouted, "How dare you?! I will never admit to things I haven't done! If we are capable... let's go to the police station!"

"Liu Hua, you don't have ears?! This little bitch just needs to be cleaned up! I don't even know whose husband I am referencing?! He actually rode on my head to pee?!"

The woman rushed up and pushed Qiao Mo to the ground. She tried to get up subconsciously with her left arm on the ground. She vaguely heard a "click" of the joints, and a severe dislocation pain in the shoulder blade, a heart-rending pain!
Qiao Mo frowned in pain, but raised his chin, crying and glaring at these people: "You slander me! You will be unlucky! My husband... will never let you go!"

The woman wanted to make a move, but Liu Hua couldn't stand it any longer. He held his wife's hand, not daring to look directly at Qiao Mo, who was covered with bruises on the ground.

The woman stared at her fiercely, and Liu Hua immediately changed her words: "I'm not worried about this little vixen, I'm worried about you, worried about you!"

Qiao Mo subconsciously used his arms to protect his body. The pain was so painful that he was about to die. Tears blurred his vision, and fear emerged spontaneously...

——A Yan, help me.

There is only one thought in my mind.

I don't know if it's an illusion or reality, a pair of slender and beautiful big hands pushed aside the crowd, and a tall and straight black figure rushed into the encirclement, with eager and sharp eyes.

He looked at the little woman curled up on the ground with a bloody head, and at that moment, her heart was pulled hard by a big hand.

Xiaomo...

He quickly squatted down and hugged the little woman on the ground, "Jomo, wake up!"

Qiao Mo's whole body was numb from the pain, and the tip of his nose was full of the clear, light tobacco-scented mint scent. The little woman realized this familiar embrace, and immediately wrapped her hands around the man's neck tightly regardless of her injured left hand.

In the hazy vision, is her ideal person, like a hallucination.

Tears flowed out of her eye sockets in strings, she bit her small mouth and asked uncertainly: "Am I dreaming...?"

Otherwise, how could you see Xiao Yan coming to save her?
It must be... a dream.

"Stop talking stupid things!"

The man hugged the slender little woman horizontally, and reprimanded her with red eyes.

Qiao Mo's small face was covered with bloodstains from being scratched, her long hair was messy, her clothes were torn thin and pitiful, she wrinkled her little nose and cried hard, feeling terrified in her heart, "Xiao Yan...you...why did you... Come……?"

Jomo has never been so afraid. She is weak and weak, like a child with no strength to restrain a chicken, being humiliated and humiliated by this couple.

The coat fabric on Xiao Yan's shoulders was wet with the little woman's tears.

He hugged Qiao Mo, and stared at the couple with cold and gloomy eyes. The solemnity and darkness in his eyes made the couple tremble violently.

Xiao Yan's voice carried the domineering and decisiveness of dying until death: "I'll see you in court!"

The overly tall and tall handsome man, holding the little woman in his arms, crossed the crowd with steady and sharp steps, and directly got into the expensive black Maybach business car parked beside him.

Zhao Qian, who followed closely behind, threw a business card to Liu Hua, walked over to strangle Liu Hua's tie, looked at the man contemptuously, and said in a disdainful tone: "Hmph, my wife will seduce you, a lowly man like you." What kind of thing? Go back and take a pee and look in the mirror! Open your dog eyes wide and see who is on the business card! You offended, but Mr. Xiao and Mrs. Xiao!"

……

In the Maybach, Xiao Yan hugged Qiao Mo tightly.

Qiao Mo's left arm was falling apart like a broken bone, and she was crying all the time. Xiao Yan's appearance was so illusory, so illusory that she felt that all of this was fake until now.

The man bowed his head gently, and kissed her dirty forehead, his eyes were still full of anger, but when facing Qiao Mo, he became so soft and distressed.

But when he opened his mouth, he still blamed him: "It's only half a month, and you took care of me like this?! Jomo...! Should I scold you?"

Qiao Mo stretched out his dirty little hand, covered his little face helplessly, and said intermittently with sobs: "I didn't even take the initiative to say a word to Manager Liu...I don't know...why did it become like this...Xiao Yan...I don't want you to see me as useless...but...I can't beat them...I can't beat..."

Crystal clear teardrops slipped from between the slender fingers.

With a dark and handsome face, Xiao Yan pulled her soft little hands away with his big hands, and pulled her into his arms heavily. His voice was deep and magnetic, but with a ruthless voice: "I will sue them to the bottom of the prison!"

They can pick anyone to bully, but Qiao Mo can't!How could Bao, who was reluctant to bully himself, allow others to bully him?
After Qiao Mo heard this, she cried even harder. Her thin and delicate shoulders shook violently from crying. How could she be so downcast...?
At this second, she was actually timid, she just wanted to curl up in his arms, to be comforted and gently coaxed by his soft voice.

Xiao Yan reached out and touched her small face, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Tell me, why did you write unmarried on the information form? Qiao Mo, why?"

Qiao Mo bit his lip, a trace of forbearance flashed across his black water eyes, he choked and said, "I don't want others to know...you Xiao Yan, you are so outstanding, but you have a wife who can't even have children..."

Her back was straight, she was sitting upright, she didn't dare to look sideways, like a primary school student who has done something wrong and is waiting for the teacher's imminent reprimand, so scared and nervous.

Xiao Yan felt a pain in his heart, held her little hand, rolled her into his arms again, put his chin against her forehead, and said word by word: "Qiao Mo, listen carefully, no matter how unworthy you are, no matter how poor you are, , are all my Xiao Yan's people, there is no need to be obsequious and dare not admit it. As for children, if we have them, it will be icing on the cake. If we don't, then it's okay!"

"But Xiao Yan... How will you maintain a marriage without children? Even if you can have no children, what about Xiao Shi? What about Mom? There are so many others, what will they think of you?"

She was in his arms, raised her little face that was full of tears, and looked at him pitifully.

The man's eyes were deep and dark, "I don't care about anyone else, I just know that what I want is you, Qiao Mo, and you, Qiao Mo, are not a tool to reproduce heirs!"

Qiao Mo choked with sobs, his eyes were red, and tears fell straight down: "A Yan, I'm sorry, I may not be able to give birth to a child in this life..."

Jomo finally seemed to compromise with warmth and reality, and wrapped his little hands around his neck.

She couldn't afford the child he wanted in her life.

And the child may also become the eternal regret and regret between them.

"Jomo, why do you think I despise you? Why didn't you tell me after you knew about it?"

Being threatened and bullied by others had such an impact on her that she couldn't calm down for a while, she looked at Xiao Yan in a daze, bit her lips and said, "I don't know...I know, The Xiao family won't tolerate a daughter-in-law who can't bear children, and I can't be so selfish not to think about you..."

"You leave me without saying hello, that's selfish! If you can't have a baby, what's the big deal? Qiao Mo, listen carefully, I won't allow you to leave me again!"

Qiao Mo was held tightly in his arms, and he could only repeat three words with sobs: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

……

On the way to the hospital, Xiao Yan reached out to check Qiao Mo's injury, and when she touched her left arm, she exclaimed in pain.

The man frowned fiercely, and slowly leaned his palm up, not daring to squeeze it, and asked in a hoarse voice, "It hurts here? Can you move it?"

Qiao Mo cried dizzily and shook his head helplessly, because the pain was too great, he seemed to be dislocated, and he didn't dare to move at all, Xiao Yan gently took it off his neck, she bit her lips tightly, the pain His lips turned white.

Xiao Yan was very anxious, with scarlet black eyes, and said to Zhao Qian who was driving: "Drive faster!"

Xiao Yan hugged Qiao Mo on his lap with one hand and sat on her lap, and gently held her injured left hand with the other, trying not to let her move. Qiao Mo's right hand hugged Xiao Yan's neck, and his dirty left hand rested in his palm inside.

The little woman in his arms was as fragile as if a slight trembling of her eyelashes could draw out all the pain in his heart.

Xiao Yan lowered his head to kiss her, and smelled a faint smell of blood in her hair, his sharp eyes fixed on her thick hair, dark red dried blood, scarred, on the scalp.

The man closed his eyes, pressed against the little woman's face, finally compromised, and sighed lowly: "I'm late, sorry, Xiao Mo is not afraid."

Gently, hoarsely, coaxing.

Qiao Mo's throat was sore and sore, he opened his mouth and bit his neck lightly, tears rolled down, drilled into his neck, and flowed into his heart.

What she is really afraid of is not the person who bullies her, but if Xiao Yan does not appear.

"Ayan, thank you...for coming."

The man patted her frightened trembling back, the corners of his lips slightly curled up, and replied lightly, "I should come."

She is his wife...

It was his duty to save her.

Xiao Yan's lips fell on her forehead, kissing her lightly, his voice finally softened and said: "Xiao Mo, the child is just an accessory to me, and you are the most important thing. We missed two whole days." Years, how long do you want me to miss you?"

Jomo couldn't stop crying, she bit her lip tightly, not wanting to cry.

Yes, her Ayan is 35 years old, how many two years, four years, can I miss?

Children, secular world, and vision are all other people's, so what's the matter with them?

As long as they live their lives well, isn't it all right?

(End of this chapter)