C55 "If there is a next time, I will punish you."

A few police officers came out after checking, and said to Xiao Yan: "Young Master Xiao, we didn't find anyone."

Xiao Yan swept his hands across his pockets, his eyebrows slightly knitted, and he ordered the police: "There should be a cellar here, go and find it."

The bolt was so frightened that sweat broke out on his forehead. He stopped the policemen and said with a smile, "Comrade Police Officer, there is no cellar here!"

At this point, three hundred silver taels were not available. Xiao Yan's eyes darkened, he pushed open the door and rushed into the room behind him. On the brick bed, there was a nylon rope that he had not hidden away in time.

He walked around the room and tested the emptiness of the floor with his foot. When he found a hole, he leaned over and pried it open.

"Come and help!"

Xiao Yan jumped down, and found Qiao Mo beside a big wine jar.

Her face was flushed red and her breathing was unstable. Xiao Yan was frightened, he slapped her little face, trying to wake her up a little.

"Little Mo, Little Mo!"

As he tried to hold on, Qiao Mo's lips moved slightly, he thought that he was hallucinating, if not, how could he see Xiao Yan coming to save her?

… ….

Mountain clinic.

Qiao Mo slept for an entire day and night because she was awake due to hunger.

When I woke up, my eyes were stinging from the whiteness of the walls around me.

She asked in a low voice, "Where is this place …?"

"This is a clinic in the mountains. You have a low fever, and you haven't eaten for more than twenty-four hours. You're exhausted."

A deep, magnetic, familiar male voice cleared her mind.

With widened eyes, he stared at the handsome face beside the sickbed.

"Aren't I in the wine cellar?" Was she dreaming?

Xiao Yan also looked at her with his profound eyes.

"You still think you're dreaming?"

Qiao Mo did not react for a while. After staring blankly for a while, she bit her lips and suddenly large tears fell from her eyes.

She was crying very quietly, like a little kitten who had been wronged and was sobbing.

Xiao Yan's heart ached, and he embraced the little girl into his arms, his big hands stroking her back time and time again.

Her thin lips landed on her forehead and kissed it, but her tone was still strict. "You ran away from home because of your temper? "Next time, do you dare to?"

Qiao Mo clenched her soft, little fists and beat him up, wrinkling her small nose and crying until she was in a mess, "I was like this all along … "You even want to teach me a lesson..."

"I'll teach you a lesson!"

Lowering her head, she bit down on her little nose.

The little woman in his embrace had tears on her curled eyelashes, like a flower made of fog. It was so soft that he couldn't speak any harsh words. He only embraced her little body and said hoarsely, "Sorry, I'm late."

Her large palm grabbed the back of her small head and pressed her tightly into her chest.

It was his fault. He shouldn't have allowed her to go to the maternity exam by herself and let something happen to her.

Qiao Mo sobbed and sobbed in his arms, and when she thought about the matter of being kidnapped and sold off, she was still in a bit of a daze.

She didn't have the strength to say anything more, nor did she want to say anything more. All she wanted was to wrap her arms around his neck and absorb the warmth he gave her.

… ….

After recuperating at the mountain clinic for two days, Qiao Mo suddenly remembered to ask him: "How did you come here?"

Eh, on such a long mountain road, how did he get here without driving?

"I came with the police. Because of you, we have to follow the carriage out now."

Qiao Mo casually replied with an "Oh".

Xiao Yan looked at her, pursed his lips and said: Let's find a restaurant to eat.

Qiao Mo was a little surprised, "There's a restaurant here?"

The noodle shop was set up by the locals, and it was very hot inside. It was full of people and there were no seats at the table.

Qiao Mo was afraid that he would not be able to adapt, hence she tugged at him.

However, at this moment, his stomach let out a frustrated growl.

Xiao Yan snorted, then went in and brought out two bowls of noodles.

The kind of big bowl that was a few times bigger than Qiao Mo's face, the two of them directly sat on the doorstep and ate.

She fished with her chopsticks and mumbled, "What, such a big bowl, such a big bowl of soup, how many noodles are there?"

But there were quite a lot of noodles, with such a big bowl, Qiao Mo was full to the brim.

But Xiao Yan was a man, he wouldn't be able to control his fill with such a small amount of things, right?

Qiao Mo rolled up the noodles with the chopsticks and threw it into his bowl, "My stomach is small, I can't eat that much."

Xiao Yan smiled, and his gaze lightly landed on her nearly empty bowl. "Are you trying to push me to death?"

She pursed her lips and started to eat, her face red.

The smell of the noodles... Not much.

"You'll have to hold me later. How can you not have enough strength if you don't eat? "

"When did I ever say I wanted to hug you?"

"You said last night that you were going to lift me out of this big puddle."

"Last night? Are you in a dream? " The corner of Xiao Yan's eyes twitched.

The little woman propped her chin up and smiled sweetly at him with her big, squinty crescent eyes. "Yeah."

… ….

After finding a horse carriage to pull firewood, Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo sat at the back of the horse carriage.

The skin of the man driving the carriage was dark and shining under the constant scorching sun.

The horse carriage swayed as the man loudly sang a song of the mountains.

He then asked Xiao Yan in the language of mountains: "You bought it in this little girl's city? From a glance, you must not be from the mountains! "

Xiao Yan laughed and replied seriously: "I exchanged ten cows for them."

"Expensive! "The girl outside has a stubborn temper. If you press her on the brick bed a few more times and let her give birth to a big fat brat for you, she'll listen to you!"

Qiao Mo: "..."

This was too simple and crude.

Qiao Mo was tired. She wrapped her arms around his long waist and leaned into his embrace as she slept lazily while sun shone down on her.

Xiao Yan grabbed onto one of her small hands, stroked the scars on her wrist and gently kissed.

These days, she had suffered.

"Xiao Yan."

"Hmm?"

"I thought I wouldn't be able to see you. In the future, I will be your Mrs. Xiao. "

"Yes."

"Why didn't you ask me how I came to this realization?"

Qiao Mo lifted her small face from his embrace and looked at him suspiciously.

He looked playfully at her, then laid down leisurely behind the carriage with one arm on his forehead, just a casual movement would be enough to make Qiao Mo lose his sense of home.

"Who else would want you but to follow me and be my wife?"

Qiao Mo was furious, her small nose wrinkled, "Humph, there are a lot of people who have a crush on me!"

There was no response.

She held onto her little head and walked over, "Why didn't you ask me, who has a crush on me?"

"Not interested."

Ye Xiao coldly replied.

Qiao Mo asked again, "Then you're not interested in who I have a crush on?"

After all, she was Mrs. Xiao, so who was he really not interested in in her?

Xiao Yan pulled down her small body, pulled her into his embrace, and closed his eyes and recuperated, "Who else could it be?"

Qiao Mo intentionally followed up with his words, her small hand prodding his chest, "Then why don't you feel any sense of danger?"

Xiao Yan coldly swept her a glance, "Other than me, the rest of it is infatuation."

"..."

Tch... What an arrogant tone.

When she was in school, she was also very serious … Fascinating, okay?

Along the way, she chattered incessantly into his ear.

Xiao Yan was a little regretful, "You seem to be in good spirits."

The little woman nodded her little head, "Yes!"

"I should have come later."

Qiao Mo: "..."

Qiao Mo lay on the carriage, her small head resting on Xiao Yan's arm, looking at the blue sky, she squinted her eyes and said: "If only we could stay here forever!"

"Why?"

"I like how nice you are to me now!"

Xiao Yan suddenly turned over, his tall and straight figure enveloping the small her.

Did she know that in the past few days, he had been going crazy, and also … He wanted to go crazy.

Because the carriage was bumpy, bumpy and uneasy, Xiao Yan's tall and big body enveloped Qiao Mo. The two were extremely close together, the tip of their noses lightly touched, and it felt a little itchy.

The warm air blended into one and slowly got scorched, causing Qiao Mo's face to turn red.

The little hand that was grabbing onto his arm shirt tightened.

She subconsciously closed her eyes, and her small face went up to him.

It was unknown whether the coachman was doing it on purpose or not, but he intentionally ran towards a large rock in the middle of the road. The two people behind the open-air carriage were ruthlessly shaken for a moment.

Qiao Mo suddenly opened his eyes and didn't wait for the expected kiss. His clear and cold black eyes looked down on her with a smile yet not a smile.

He whispered in her ear, "I don't have the habit of getting along with you in front of others."

The redness on Qiao Mo's face seemed to have been burnt, as she fainted.

Bad — —

Hadn't he always wanted to kiss her when he leaned over?

Was he toying with her?

Qiao Mo thought angrily, and punched him with her little fist, "You're so heavy, you're pressing down on your baby, get up."

Xiao Yan understood the situation, and following the little lady's movements, he sat down.

Qiao Mo was pulled out of the carriage by him, her cheeks puffing out, as if she was dissatisfied.

He walked over, laughing so hard that he looked like a rogue. "You're angry just like that?"

"I'm not angry at all... "Hm."

His lips were sealed by him.

He let go of her contentedly only when his tongue and roots had gone numb.

The coachman, who was driving the horse carriage at the front, was singing a loud and clear mountain song.

If … If this continued, how good would it be? Between them, there was no Song Xiazhi, no Su Painting, only each other.

The mountain road was very far away. Qiao Mo laid on the carriage and admired the mountains and rivers. When she came here, she was extremely afraid.

But at this moment, the scenery that appeared before his eyes was exceptionally beautiful.

"Are we going to spend the night in a hotel in the mountains?"

Xiao Yan embraced her entire body from her back, and wrapped his large hands around her small hands. His lips were close to her small face, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Won't you stay the night at the inn in the mountains?"

"Alright, the hotels in the mountains are so quiet …" She muttered again, "It just so happened that no one came to disturb me …"

"Who are you afraid of disturbing?" Even though she said it so softly, it was heard by Xiao Yan who had sharp hearing.

Qiao Mo played dumb, "... No. just like a honeymoon. "

Girls didn't like romance, so how could she treat it as a honeymoon in a remote place?

"You like to spend your honeymoon in a place like this?"

The little woman lowered her head and played with his slender fingers, "You definitely don't have the time to accompany me on my honeymoon, and it's also very difficult to find so many days to specially accompany me. Isn't it good now?"

In any case, they couldn't leave now. Since they had nothing better to do, they could just treat it as a honeymoon.

He reached out his hand to caress her small face, and his heart was slightly moved.

She could be as greedy as other girls and ask for more, "Little Mo."

"Hmm?" She tilted her head and blinked at him with her long eyelashes.

"What do you want?"

Honeymoon? A wedding?

Qiao Mo lightly knocked his head with her head, "I want to eat my fill tonight, okay?"

So hungry.

Her appetite was obviously small. Could it be that it was all because of the carriage that she ran out of food in such a short time?

Xiao Yan lowered his head and kissed her, his kiss so long that it almost caused her to feel lack of oxygen, causing her eyes to glaze over. Only then did he mutely say, "You're not allowed to be like today.

Qiao Mo blinked his eyes, "But you're not anyone else."

His tone was fierce, but it did not have the usual deterrence. He bit her lips and asked, "Then who am I to you?"

Qiao Mo's little face flushed red, as she was unable to utter even a single word, "..."