C58 Strong

Qiao Mo was tossed until the early hours of the morning. Her body suddenly felt heavy, and she was almost unable to breathe.

Her small hands pulled wildly, "Ugh …"

"Qiao, Mo!" Do you know you're married? What's the point of knowing your behavior? "

Qiao Mo was confused and woke up, her eyes were drowsy and her body had just woken up.

For a moment, the anger was suppressed without a name, but Xiao Yan's dark eyes contained a monstrous rage that was churning, "You like to go out, but what the hell do you feel? Do you find it particularly exciting? "

"What... Ugh! "No …."

Blocking her small mouth, wantonly torturing her.

"From now on, you have no right to say no!"

Qiao Mo's head was in a mess as she sobbed, "Xiao Yan... What are you doing …! I'm not out of it, damn it …! "Stop slandering me!"

"Qiao Mo, let me ask you, did you and Rong Chengmo do it before me, or after me? What did you do with him, huh?! "

Qiao Mo's tears rolled down her cheeks as she opened her mouth saying, "I didn't … I didn't do anything to Rong Chengmo … "

What hadn't she done, why did she admit it? She and Rong Chengmo were innocent.

Xiao Yan lowered his head and fiercely bit her lips. From her delicate lips, a bead of blood seeped out.

"So, you've done it with Rong Chengmo, right?"

The man's cold and domineering aura covered Qiao Mo's entire body.

It was a crude affair, without any gentleness at all, almost to the point of biting Qiao Mo to pieces, it was extremely vicious.

Finally, when she was about to leave, Xiao Yan pressed against the back of her head with his thin lips and asked fiercely: "Qiao Mo, how do you dare?!"

Qiao Mo was half conscious and half awake. A pair of arms wrapped around his neck, the perspiring hair on her forehead was stuck to her pale and flushed face, making him look even more haggard and weak.

… ….

All night long, she was like a small boat floating on the surface of the sea. She was swaying, unable to find her bearings, unable to stop at the shore.

When he woke up the next day, his bones were nearly broken.

From his hair to his toes, it was filled with the scent of that man.

He closed his eyes and subconsciously reached out his hand to the side. It was empty.

She suddenly opened her eyes. It was as if no one had slept on the bed beside her.

However, she clearly knew that Xiao Yan had returned last night, and furthermore, he had grabbed her as he did something extremely intense.

The pain in his body made him ache. He immediately rolled over, wrapped himself in the blanket, and continued sleeping soundly.

However, if he closed his eyes again, he wouldn't be able to fall asleep.

His heart and mind were filled with the scenes from last night.

It was clearly such a intimate matter, yet when Xiao Yan did it, it was quick, clean, cold, and without a single trace of emotion …

The Xiao Yan of last night, was just like the man who took her away four years ago. He was resolute and cold, as if she was merely using his power and doing nothing at all.

— —

She was four months pregnant, but she was strong.

Qiao Mo had no face to talk to Xiao Ru Qing about this, so she could only bear with it.

After washing up, he went downstairs to eat breakfast.

There was no sign of Xiao Yan in the house.

Seeing Qiao Mo had come down, Aunt Yan smiled amiably: "Young Madam, I've just made some bird's nest porridge, you should drink some while it's still hot."

Qiao Mo was just hungry, so she nodded.

He couldn't help but ask in the end, "Aunt Yan, Xiao Yan … Did you go to the company? "

When it came to Xiao Yan, Aunt Yan frowned and asked softly: "Young Madam, did you and the Young Master have a conflict? I saw that young master had a bad complexion and a bad temper this morning. He left early without even eating breakfast. "

Qiao Mo was taken aback, "... "Is that so?"

She also didn't understand how she had angered him. The relationship between her and Rong Chengmo was clearly a relationship between duo, and there was nothing between them.

Aunt Yan saw that Qiao Mo's face did not look happy either, and made a guess, thus she tried to smooth things over, and reminded her: "Since Young Master is angry with Young Madam, between this husband and wife, how can they not be angry? As a man, you can just coax him a little. "

Qiao Mo laughed bitterly: "I'm afraid he doesn't want me to coax him."

What he needed, was probably Su Painting or Song Xiazhi. It shouldn't be her, Qiao Mo.

He … He hated her so much.

"How could that be? Sigh... He didn't even eat breakfast, and when he got busy in the company later on, he would probably be so angry that he wouldn't even eat lunch... This child, I watched him grow up since he was young. His temper is really stubborn. His stomach isn't good to begin with and he's still fooling around so casually … What should I do? "

Qiao Mo was moved, she bit her lips, as though she couldn't bear to see that happen.

Aunt Yan continued to speak: "Eating at the company, when you are busy, you only eat the food outside, ditches and oil etc., it's not healthy at all. No wonder your stomach is damaged, where would you get the health and nutrition at home?"

Qiao Mo slightly sighed, and pursed her lips: "Alright, Aunt Yan, don't say anymore, I'm sending food to the company, is that alright?"

It was only then that Aunt Yan loosened her brows, and looked at Qiao Mo with a beaming smile: "Young madam is truly a Bodhisattva's heart!"

Qiao Mo: "..."

Although Qiao Mo was still angry over what happened last night, but when she thought that Xiao Yan might have a stomachache, she suppressed it.

What Luo Luo said was right, she was just too easy to talk to, that was why she was eaten to death by Xiao Yan.

Qiao Mo carried her thermal lunch box and stood downstairs with her head raised.

After a moment of hesitation, he mustered up his courage and entered.

… ….

In the meeting room.

Zhao Qian went close to Xiao Yan's ears and whispered, "Boss, Madam is here."

The man was stern and expressionless. "Let her wait."

… ….

Qiao Mo sat on the sofa in the CEO's office, quietly waiting for Xiao Yan.

After a long time, she felt bored sitting down, so she got up and started strolling around the office.

Behind the desk, there was a large window that was fully lit up. She stretched lazily and let out a sigh of relief.

His phone vibrated. Luo Luo shared a link with her on WeChat.

When he clicked it, it was a title.

"How can a pregnant woman hold her husband's heart and expand his posture?"

Each of the following pictures was ten, eight, and even more forbidden than the last!

Qiao Mo immediately closed her eyes and retreated, sending out two words, "Hooligan."

Luo Luo sent a shy emoji.

Qiao Mo suddenly thought back to the scene she had with Xiao Yan last night.

Her face was hot and flushed.

She was probably too engrossed in her thoughts to hear the sound of footsteps behind her, until she heard the familiar smell of a man with a cold amber in his ear. After pouring it into her cochlea, she immediately put her phone away and looked behind her in shock.

His tall and straight body was pressed against her slender back. His voice was deep and low like a magnet. "During the day, in my office, you want to blush?"

Her cold and slender fingers clasped her flushed face.

"What man makes you think that way? "Too … too …"

Like a startled little white rabbit, she couldn't help but retreat until her body touched the window. Xiao Yan inched closer and closer, pressing her down against the transparent glass.

Qiao Mo pursed her lips and slightly frowned. She really didn't like his strong approach, "Aunt Yan … Aunt Yan asked me to send you some food to eat. "

"You want to feed me?" Big palm, under the hem of her dress.

Qiao Mo did not know what to do as she replied with a "En". However, she was tightly grabbing onto that person, "Eh …"

The woman's soft white hands were pushing wildly, "Eat first, I'm hungry."

"It just so happens that I'm hungry too."

She bit her lips and shyly rushed out. What he meant by hungry was …

But, she really wasn't in the mood for it right now.

The man's big hand flipped and he pulled his cell phone out of her pocket.

The phone's screen was still lit, because he had hidden it too quickly, the interface still rested on chatting with Luo Luo on WeChat.

Qiao Mo was afraid that Xiao Yan would see something that he shouldn't have, so she reached out to grab it. However, the man's hands were shackled by one of his large palms.

Between his brows, Qin Lie frowned slightly. "Don't move."

His slender fingers tapped on the link.

In the next moment, a pair of dark eyes stared fixedly at her little face. "Wasn't last night enough? A pregnant woman wants to play a game with a man that's ten, eight, forbidden? "

No matter how low Qiao Mo's EQ was, she could still hear the humiliation in Xiao Yan's tone.

"This is only Luo Luo, she …"

"You're used to putting all the blame on others, aren't you?"

He cut off the woman's words without a trace of politeness. Her long arm was fixed on the glass behind her, and her entire body was wrapped in his embrace. This narrow space caused Qiao Mo to feel a little suffocated.

"I didn't …"

Why did he look down on her so much? You don't trust her like this?

Qiao Mo lowered her eyes and shook her head lightly. Forget it, she wouldn't explain it, he wouldn't believe it even if she explained it.

His tone also became indifferent, "Aunt Yan told me to send you a bowl of food. I was afraid that you would be hungry, so I even prepared some carp soup for you to drink while it's still hot. I'll go back first. "

Inside the thermal insulation lunch box, both of them were preparing their meals, but now, Qiao Mo felt that it was unnecessary.

Her downcast gaze fell on his long waist. What he was wearing was not the belt that she had previously bought for him.

Did he like her only a few days after she was kidnapped by traffickers and sold into the mountains?

She didn't like it anymore. She even threw away the belt she gave him?

Qiao Mo lowered her face and smiled bitterly as she tried to move away from his embrace.

However, he was pushed back into the embrace of the man's arm.

He grabbed her from behind, catching her by surprise, breathing hot and unsteady into her cochlea, her voice low and pleasant, "You've been waiting for me for a long time?"

The sudden gentleness caused Qiao Mo to be slightly stunned.

"No …." "No."

The man's thin lips crept up from behind her ears. Qiao Mo was startled, a little afraid, he immediately avoided her face and escaped.

Xiao Yan stared coldly at her with his sharp eyes and ridiculed: "You won't allow me to touch it?"

He is her legal husband, if Rong Chengmo can touch her, he won't be able to, right?!

Anger, moderate fever.

Qiao Mo's shoulder trembled slightly as she opened her mouth to explain, "I'm not used to it … Being forced by others is a very shady thing to do, Xiao Yan, I hope that you can respect me. "

Her eyes were red as she lifted her face, trying to reason with him.

However, this stubborn and proud man simply ignored her so-called "logic". His black eyes were filled with fury as he pinched her chin and questioned, "Aren't you used to being touched by me? Then I've done too much, and you're not used to me yet? Forced? Respect? Qiao Mo, do you think you deserve my respect? "

If she was worthy of him before, then she wasn't right now!

As he carried her to the spacious desk and swung the documents on it, Qiao Mo subconsciously trembled.

Resistance, fear, and shivers … It swept over bit by bit.

"Xiao Yan, this is an office!"

Could it be that he wanted to be as strong and violent as he was last night?!