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

Chapter 272 Ah Yan, will you wake up?
After dismissing a group of reporters, Qiao Mo held Xiao Yan's big hand tightly, and the court steps in front of Xiao Yan began to shake around.

Xiao Yan pressed his browbones, trying to make his vision clear.

Qiao Mo felt something was wrong with Xiao Yan, his hands were sweating, and she seemed to feel the trembling of his fingertips.

Qiao Mo turned his eyes, and was about to ask him if he was not feeling well, but was suddenly hugged tightly by Xiao Yan.

She couldn't see his face, but could only feel the arms holding her, which were tightly squeezed with all the strength in her body.

Qiao Mo was slightly startled, and his slightly stiff arms finally wrapped around his tall and straight waist.

"Ayan..." She called him in a low voice.

The double images and hallucinations in front of Xiao Yan became more and more serious. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Don't talk, let me hug you for a while."

Just a moment.

After Qiao Mo's fingers froze, they slowly relaxed. The weight on her shoulders became heavier and heavier. Xiao Yan seemed to put his entire weight on her shoulders gradually.

She felt a little strange, reached out and patted his back, and called him softly, "Ayan? What's wrong with you?"

But the man on the shoulder didn't respond at all.

Jomo clearly felt that the strength of those arms had changed from the initial tightness to weakness. When she was unprepared, a slender arm had slipped off her shoulders.

Qiao Mo's heart stopped beating, and after half a second of stunned, he suddenly yelled: "A Yan!"

……

Hospital, emergency room.

In the cold corridor, Jomo sat on a chair with no expression on her face. Her face was pale and embarrassing, her eyes were hollow and calm.

Zhao Qian was on the side, pursing his lips and comforting: "Madam, the boss will be fine, don't worry."

Things can no longer be hidden, Qiao Moruo still can't see the root cause of all these things, he is too stupid.

"Ayan, how long has it been like this?"

After a while, Jomo slowly asked.

Zhao Qian was taken aback for a moment, before he could react, he frowned and said, "As early as two months ago, BOSS was found to have relapsed. I don't know if my wife still remembers that time when BOSS took you to the Swiss branch for a business trip. medical examination."

Qiao Mo opened her lips slightly, her eyes were empty, and there was a sense of forbearance in her heart. She tried hard to recall the days when she was in Switzerland.

She... remembered.

She remembered him, and suddenly mentioned "the chance of meeting a soul mate" for no reason. He also said that maybe without him in this life, there would be someone else who would give her happiness.

Later, Xiao Yan shared the video of the trip to Yunnan that the donkey friend gave them, and divided it into two copies.

Also, Xiao Yan left without saying goodbye so many times, maybe at that time, he had already gone to receive treatment secretly?
Yes, it must be. He said that when he was on a business trip in the United States, the sound he vaguely heard was not the dog barking at a friend's house as he said, but... the voice of a nurse or a doctor?

She chased all the way to Switzerland, thinking that when he was on the snow-capped mountain, there was a small avalanche in the snow-capped mountain. He was obviously not in Switzerland, but he rushed up to the mountain to rescue her. Push away.

When he was in Austria, he and Su Qingwan played a show of affection in front of her, but on the last night, he hugged her so tightly, wishing to rub her into his flesh and blood.

It's not that he doesn't love, but he hides that love in the deepest part of his heart.

All the reasons why he pushed her away were just because his illness relapsed and he didn't have much time, so...

Jomo seemed like a person who had suddenly realized that he had finally cleared the thick fog.

Xiao Yan had the best explanation for all her distance and hot and cold.

Qiao Mo bit her lips tightly, not letting the sour tears in her eyes burst out. She stretched out her hand and covered her face, sobbing hoarsely: "Why does he think I can't accept the fact that his condition has relapsed..."

All he did was just his arrogant and domineering decision. Why, what reason and right did he have to make all these choices?

She doesn't need it, what she wants is to be with him, even if this person is going to die tomorrow, she is not willing to leave him.

Qiao Mo cried bitterly, how could he, time and time again, stay away from her, neglect her, and even push her away because of the relapse of the disease.

Zhao Qian endured it for too long, and finally couldn't help but say: "Madam, the death of your mother Lu Hailan has nothing to do with BOSS."

Qiao Mo was stunned, with mixed feelings in her heart. All these turning points came too suddenly, but this turning point made her dumbfounded.

If Xiao Yan really changes his mind about her and doesn't want her and the child, then at least he is living in this world well.

But on the one hand, all Xiao Yan did was because of loving her, and on the other hand, she had to bear the pain of losing him.

On this day, God seemed to have played a big joke on her.

Qiao Mo's eyes were red, and he pursed his lips and asked, "How did my mother... get away?"

"It's an advanced stage of uterine tumor."

Qiao Mo froze for a moment, why, the people she loves the most, have to hide the truth from her?

Lu Hailan is, and so is Xiao Yan.

Feng Che said that he would investigate the cause of Lu Hailan's death. With his financial resources and ability, Qiao Mo didn't believe that after half a month, he still couldn't find out the truth, so even Feng Che was hiding all the truth from her.

She is an adult, she has her own right to choose, but why, they all have to make these choices for her that she would not choose?

Qiao Mo turned his head slowly, looking at the emergency room with red lights on, his vision blurred everything.

……

I don't know how long it took, it might be three hours, or it might be six hours. Qiao Mo sat in the corridor like a puppet. She didn't know what kind of pain Xiao Yan was going through on the operating table, but She knew that that person, maybe at an unknown second, would leave her forever.

Like Lu Hailan, leave this world completely.

Qiao Mo lowered her eyes slightly, looking at her swollen belly, she stretched out her hand, caressed it lovingly, her eyes were sad, "Zixi, Ziwang, tell me, can Dad wait until the time to cut the umbilical cord for you?"

If Xiao Yan really left, Qiao Mo had only one thought.

In life, she was his, and in death, she only wanted to sleep in his coffin.

Time passed bit by bit, and Qiao Mo's heart was extremely complicated, panic, overwhelmed, despair...but there was also a trace of relief mixed together.

Jomo wiped his face and took a deep breath.

At this moment, the rescue lights in the operating room went out.

Jomo was shocked, she got up and walked quickly, her legs were weak at the moment, but she walked extremely fast.

"Doctor, how is my husband?"

The doctors in charge looked solemn, and frowned, "Mr. Xiao's condition is getting worse now. Although he has been rescued, in the future..."

With Qiao Mo's steps, he took a step back. If Zhao Qian hadn't supported her in time, she might have fallen to the ground.

"Madam..." Zhao Qian called her anxiously.

Qiao Mo's face was as pale as paper, and her lips trembled slightly. Even though she had thought too much about the worst outcome in the past few hours of rescue, she was still too caught off guard when she heard the doctor's bad news.

The doctor has already said the words to the most euphemistic point, but Qiao Mo clearly understands that the hidden meaning is just another way of saying that time is running out.

Jomo bit his lip, "...I, I know."

She even, did not forget to say, "Thank you doctor."

After the doctor left, Xiao Yan was transferred to the intensive care unit. Through a large transparent glass, Qiao Mo stood outside and stared at him. His face was bloodless, like a dying person.

Jomo stayed outside, refusing to leave.

Qiao Mo was pregnant, Zhao Qian was afraid that his wife would be tired, so he called Feng Che to persuade her.

When Feng Che arrived at the hospital, Qiao Mo was still standing outside the intensive care unit, standing still.

Feng Che sighed, and comforted him: "Xiaoxiao, you still have two children in your womb, even if you are worried about Xiao Yan, you should think about the children in your womb. Go back and rest, Assistant Zhao and I will watch over here, What's going to happen."

Jomo raised her hand and gently covered the glass. From such a long distance, her fingertips traced the outline and facial features of the man on the hospital bed. She didn't cry or make a fuss, looking It was unusually calm, but it was this unusual calm that was even more worrying.

"Brother, I'm afraid that when Ah Yan wakes up, he wants to see me, but he can't see me."

Feng Che frowned slightly, "No, if Xiao Yan wakes up, Assistant Zhao and I will notify you as soon as possible."

Zhao Qian was on the side, and also responded, "Yes, ma'am. If you collapse due to fatigue and worry at this time, I will not be able to explain to the boss when the boss wakes up."

Qiao Mo was silent for a long time, turned his eyes slowly, looked at Feng Che, finally bit his lips and asked word by word: "Brother, A Yan... can you still wake up?"

Feng Che was startled, then smiled, rubbed her hair, and said with a relaxed smile: "What are you thinking about? Didn't the doctor say that there is no danger for the time being? Don't scare yourself, huh?"

Qiao Mo shook his head, "No, I know what the doctor means. What the doctor means is to prepare us mentally. A Yan may leave us at any time."

Zhao Qian comforted him from the side: "Madam, BOSS has always had a big life. Every time everyone thinks that he is about to fail, he will go on. It used to be, and it will be even more so now. Even if BOSS is for you and the children I will definitely work hard.”

Jomer's tears fell down, she looked at the intensive care unit, lying on the hospital bed without the sharp and cold look of the past, like a big boy with lost vigor, lying there weakly, Jomer's heart , a burst of cramping.

She would rather that he really betrayed their relationship and marriage than that he chose to neglect her for such a reason.

At least, then she would still have the courage to hate him, and he would live well in this world, and she would not be as exhausted as she is now.

——Ayan, will you wake up?

(End of this chapter)