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

Chapter 94 Secret Divorce
In the soft dim light, Xiao Yan just stared at the slender Qiao Mo in front of him.

For a moment, Qiao Mo avoided the man's penetrating deep black eyes.

She lowered her eyelashes slightly, and said slowly: "It's too late to say anything now, Xiao Yan, it didn't happen overnight for the two of us to get to this point."

The relationship between the two of them has reached this point, and it is no longer possible to start over by repairing one or two things.

Between them, from a small crack, a little cracked, into a huge hole, this hole, no matter what is used to fill it, it can't be filled.

Xiao Yan held the diamond ring tightly in his hand, his expression sank a little bit, "It's never too late, Qiao Mo, as long as you want, you can start over from everything."

Qiao Mo smiled, stroking his lower abdomen with his slender hands, "What about this child? Can you accept him?"

"As long as we kill this child, we..."

Qiao Mo directly interrupted Xiao Yan, denying: "Xiao Yan, you are wrong, you can't. Even if you kill him, as long as you don't trust me for a day, the lump in your heart will always exist, no matter whether this child is you or not Yes, you will have pimples. You think the relationship between me and Rongchengmo is dirty, and you think I am the kind of woman who is easygoing. So we have nothing to do again, even if we do it a hundred times, a thousand times , the result will not change."

In the past, Qiao Mo didn't understand and thought that love was everything in a marriage. Only now did Qiao Mo understand that the most important thing in a marriage is not love, but trust.

If the foundation of marriage does not exist, no matter how much love there is, it will be useless.

Xiao Yan was obviously taken aback.

He was even blocked by Jomo and couldn't say anything.

Jomer bent his lips, "Look, you can't accept this child at all. Therefore, the best way to deal with this marriage is divorce. If you think it will affect your public image, it doesn't matter, we can secretly Divorce, I will not tell anyone that we are divorced. But don't worry, after the divorce, I will go far away and will not interfere with any of your affairs, Xiao Yan, I..."

"Enough said?"

Xiao Yan's cold sentence interrupted Qiao Mo's words.

Qiao Mo opened his lips and looked at him like that: "I..."

"In your heart, all the feelings between us are so worthless?"

Xiao Yan questioned her.

"It was you, not me, who thought it worthless in the first place."

It was him who didn't cherish, didn't care about, or even... discarded at first.

Qiao Mo is a normal girl, she can't stand behind Xiao Yan hurt all the time, she will feel heartbroken and lonely.

She gave him chances again and again in her heart, but the reality was that he continued to hurt.

She doesn't want to be alone in this deep hole anymore.

Xiao Yan took out a cigarette from his pocket, pinched it with his index finger and thumb, his deep eyes were full of forbearance, he was extremely impatient, and his brows were furrowed, as if he couldn't calm it down.

He seemed to want to smoke, took out the lighter but put it back irritably, put his left hand back into his pocket, the cigarette on his right hand had been crushed into scum.

Qiao Mo bit his lower lip and said lightly: "It's not convenient to sleep here, you still..."

"You don't need to rush, I will go."

Xiao Yan replied coldly.

Qiao Mo didn't say anything else. Looking at the gradually disappearing figure, he felt a tightness in his chest.

The moonlight in the middle of the night poured in from the hospital ward.

Jomo was lying on the hospital bed, tossing and turning, without any sleepiness.

The phone screen on one side lit up.

Jomo opened his eyes and touched the phone.

It was a text message from Feng Che.

"Xiaoxiao, before I returned to China, I heard from Qiao Bo that you were married and that he was a very nice man. In fact, I was already hesitating whether it would be another burden for you to meet me when I returned to China. But today Tonight, I don't regret having a fight with Xiao Yan at all. I don't know what happened between you, but, as the only blood relative in this world, if you really want to divorce Xiao Yan, Then I will invite the best defense lawyer to fight this divorce lawsuit for you. As long as you nod, I will do it for you. "

Jomo looked at the lit screen and felt his heart stop.

She locked the phone, opened it again, and finally edited a message to send back to Feng Che.

"I want to solve this matter by myself. If it can't be solved... I will ask you to come forward at that time. This is a problem between me and Xiao Yan. If possible, for Xiao Yan and for me, I hope it can be resolved peacefully .”

Not long after, Feng Che sent another message.

"Whether you want to go back to the United States with me or not, I will respect your opinion. Xiaoxiao, I just hope you can be happy."

Qiao Mo looked at the screen, and through such a cold and ruthless communication tool, he could feel a little warmth.Even though the person on the other side was her brother who met her only a few days later, 22 years later, probably because of the wonderful relationship of blood, it made her cold chest strangely warm.

"I will think carefully about the future and be responsible for myself."

As for Xiao Yan, she really didn't have the strength to chase after him.

After Qiao Mo sent this text message, he turned off his phone.

Although, she knew that Xiao Yan was not the kind of person who was easy to dismiss, let alone difficult to deal with.

Judging from his current state, if he doesn't take the initiative to let go and Jomo doesn't hire a lawyer to fight the lawsuit, then this marriage will last forever.

Today, Qiao Mo has no intention of turning back and starting over with Xiao Yan.

Probably, tired...

After Xiao Yan left the hospital, he drove the Spyker for hundreds of kilometers. On the highway at night, the traffic was sparse, and the man drove recklessly.

In his mind, he subconsciously recalled every bit of what he had with Qiao Mo back then.

For some reason, he had a premonition that soon, Jomo, the woman he was used to staying by his side, would leave him completely and forever.

Heart, bursts of colic.

It was indescribably uncomfortable, and the pressure accumulated in his chest, which almost squeezed out all the oxygen in his chest cavity, causing him to suffocate.

How could he be so slow-witted, and lose opportunities again and again in so many "don't matter"?

Spyker's speed reached a limit. On the empty highway, the wind beside the window rustled.

The man's knuckle-knuckle fingers firmly gripped the steering wheel, and finally at the next critical point, it exploded and boiled.

Spyker slammed on the brakes, and due to the extreme speed, no matter how good the performance of the top sports car was, it let out a scream.

Xiao Yan didn't even wear a seat belt, and leaned hard towards the steering wheel.

The car, on the side of the high-speed guardrail, almost hit it.

The man did not have the slightest panic or fear, but opened the car door, parked the car arrogantly on the cross-river expressway, leaned against the side of the car, and, blowing the river wind, lit a cigarette and smoked vigorously.

He followed one by one until there was a circle of cigarette butts on the ground, and he didn't want to stop.

The cell phone in his trouser pocket vibrated suddenly, Xiao Yan picked up the phone with a cigarette butt in his mouth.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

Zhao Qian's voice was not easy. He heard the strong wind, and couldn't help but ask, "Boss, where are you?"

Xiao Yan frowned, the cigarette butt in his mouth, the ash was blown away by the river wind.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Feng Che's identity has been found out, and... about the relationship between his wife and Feng Che..."

"Send it to my phone."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Qian sent the email to Xiao Yan's phone.

Xiao Yan clicked on Feng Che's identity, Qiao Mo's life experience...

There are also some conspicuous handwriting, "Shengshi Building", "Tofu Residue"...

Xiao Yan pinched the cigarette butt near his mouth in his hand, and pinched the scarlet cigarette butt with his fingers. The hot fingertips were slowly heating up, burning his skin with burning pain.

He just kept pinching, crushing the hot cigarette butt.

22 years ago, Xiao's was not Xiao's, it was Shengshi Group.

He was only ten years old at that time, and his father, Xu Boyun, and Xiao Ruqing had always been indifferent to each other, because in a married family, they only had careers and no family in their eyes.

The Shengshi Group is developing rapidly, and the businessmen only see benefits in their eyes. No matter how good their hearts are, there are blacks and reds in their hearts.

Bean curd dregs engineering is so common in this industry that it is almost commonplace.

But as a huge and intricate group like the "Prosperous Age Group", there are many high-ranking people who are dormant in the dark, and there are many people who pull the supreme ruler down.

In that year, eight people were accidentally killed in high-altitude operations because of the bean curd project, and the rest were either disabled or paralyzed.

A man is the backbone of a family. The shabby project of Shengshi Group was quickly revealed. This project did not kill a dozen people, but a dozen families.

Xiao Yan was ten years old that year, and he clearly remembered that for a long time, Xiao Ruqing locked him in the attic of his villa and strictly prohibited him from going out.

But from the small window in the attic, little Xiao Yan still saw the villa in front of his house, and people burned paper money and wreaths day and night.

Xiao Yan, who was leaning against the car, was so cold by the wind that his hands and feet felt numb.

That year, the displaced families also included... Qiao Mo?
God arranged for Jomo to come back to him again, but he didn't make up for her.

The mobile phone was tightly held by Xiao Yan in the palm of his hand.

His head began to ache again, as if countless vines were growing inside, expanding at a rapid speed, almost exploding.

He reached out and pressed his aching head.

When the pain was about to explode, Xiao Yan's face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was sweating. He slid down slowly against the car body, leaned against the car body, and slowly sat on the ground.

Breathing, getting weaker and weaker.

At this moment, the phone rang again.

Zhao Qian's second call.

The other end seemed worried, "Boss, are you alright?"

Zhao Qian heard the heavier breathing than usual on the other end of the phone, and his heart trembled, "Boss! What's wrong with you?"

However, Xiao Yan gritted his teeth and ordered word by word: "No one is allowed to say what happened tonight! Especially Qiao Mo!"

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

"Did you hear what I said?!"

Zhao Qian nodded hesitantly, "Yes."

He would not confide a word about his wife's life experience.

The severe pain in his head was slowly relieved after experiencing the last wave of the highest point. He let out a heavy breath, leaning against the side of the car and almost collapsed.

"I am fine."

Zhao Qian was silent for a while, then pursed his lips and said, "Boss, the comprehensive physical examination report you did at Dr. Jin's place has come out. Dr. Jin said..."

"what?"

"Doctor Jin told you to pick it up yourself."

Xiao Yan paused for a moment, with deep knowledge in his black eyes, and it took him a long time to respond: "I see."

(End of this chapter)