C100 I want her dead!

I want her dead!

Qiao Mo walked out of the Xiao's Building with a stack of documents. All of them were related to "Divorce".

It was as if a few signatures had consumed all the strength in her body, and by the time she walked out, her entire body was weak.

She made a call to Feng Che. After the call connected, she couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Xiaoxiao?" What's the matter with you? Did Xiao Yan bully you again? "

Qiao Mo shook her head lightly and sniffed: "No … Brother, I … Xiao Yan and I have officially divorced. "

Feng Che let out a deep breath and muttered to himself: "I'll come back tomorrow to pick you up. Xiaoxiao, you're free now. You'll be better off living with that sorrowful person who left Seahold."

Qiao Mo hung up, bit her lips, and endured the choked sound that came from her throat.

She clearly should be happy, but why? At this moment, her heart was actually in so much pain that she couldn't breathe.

The divorce that she had been looking forward to for a long time, finally came to fruition, but her tears fell like rain from the sky.

— Xiao Yan, farewell.

She was no longer the obedient Mrs. Xiao hiding behind him, and was no longer his wife.

Qiao Mo crossed the road absent-mindedly with a stack of divorce agreements in her hands.

His entire being was in an abnormal state.

Not far away, a van, the driver's face was sinister, his eyes staring straight at Qiao Mo.

The driver held his phone and said to the person on the other end, "The target has appeared. Are you sure you want to hit it?"

The girl's voice on the phone moaned, "Don't kill him. It's more or less enough."

How could such vicious words mean mercy? It was clearly instructing the driver to smash his head into the wall.

"Got it."

The male driver stepped on the throttle to the end and rushed over.

"Bang!"

A white silhouette was knocked into the air and then heavily crashed down.

The frail man, covered in blood, fell into a pool of blood like a mandala.

She only felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, followed by fear and despair that surged towards her like a wild beast.

Pain …

Her vision was blocked by the blood stains on her forehead. She could only powerlessly mutter, "Help … Save … "Save my child …"

Child, her and Xiao Yan's child.

His bloodied hand was tightly covering his abdomen.

That was her only hope.

It was unknown if it was a dream or reality, but in Qiao Mo's absent-mindedness, a tall and straight yet grave figure appeared before her eyes, as if he was the person she loved.

At the end of her consciousness, the corner of her mouth curled up.

Baby, Daddy is here to save us.

Xiao Yan said that in his heart, she was different from any other woman. She was Mrs. Xiao.

Qiao Mo was satisfied, even if she did not say the word "love", she would still be satisfied if she just said it casually.

Xiao Yan, I love you.

In the hospital, after six soul-stirring hours of rescue, Qiao Mo was pushed into the ICU.

As for Song Xiazhi, he had also just been released from the kidney exchange surgery. Although she had already gone through a few days of rest, her face was still pale and haggard.

She was lying in her hospital bed when she received a call from Su Tu.

"I've done it for you. I hope you don't forget what you promised me."

Song Xiazhi's pupils suddenly shrank, "She … Is she dead? "

"Your heart is even more ruthless than mine. Do you know the consequences of killing Qiao Mo? Can you afford the murder? "

"You mean Qiao Mo is not dead?"

"I don't know if he's dead or not, but he's definitely heavily injured, and the child in his stomach won't be able to be saved."

Song Xiazhi's gaze turned stiff as she spoke word by word, "I want … her … to die!"

Su Tu shuddered for no reason. Was this Song Xiazhi insane? For a man, what difference was there between this and going crazy?

"There's no need. As far as I know, Qiao Mo and Xiao Yan have officially divorced, and before long, she will leave Seahold together with her brother Feng Che for the United States. From now on, Qiao Mo is not a threat at all. Even if Qiao Mo comes back, you would have already cooked rice with him by then.'s death is only a potential danger to you. "

Song Xiazhi swallowed her saliva. His throat was so dry that it felt like it was stuck in glass. "Su Tu, why did you help me all the way? Don't tell me you're not after Big Brother Xiao? "

"When I approached you back then, it was because I wanted to borrow your hand. Besides Qiao Mo, I wanted to become Mrs. Xiao myself. But now, I like to watch you guys mess around. I'm no longer interested in Xiao Yan, I'm only interested in that 10% of the shares in the Xiao's. "

"You … You aren't lying to me? "

"To tell you the truth, I want to become a Mrs. Rong, not a Mrs. Xiao. So, you'd better remember what I told you. You know. Every time we spoke, I recorded everything. If you didn't give me what I wanted, then don't blame me. After all, you are the mastermind behind all of this. "

Song Xiazhi held tightly onto her phone, and pinched her fingertips together tightly, "Su … Painting! "You're despicable!"

"People are not despicable and unworthy of the martial arts world. Song Xiazhi, I want you to understand, even if you become Mrs. Xiao, you have to listen to my orders, of course, as long as you take out that 10% share as soon as possible, we will write you off. You being your Mrs. Xiao, I being my Mrs. Rong, makes everyone happy. "

The next morning, Feng Che hurried to the hospital, worn out from his journey.

When he received the news that something had happened to Qiao Mo, he immediately flew back to Hai City.

Qiao Mo lied in the ICU, unmoving. Her thin and delicate body seemed as if it would be destroyed if she were to move even a little.

Feng Che wiped his face, not expecting such a thing to happen to Qiao Mo.

He called the police to find out what had happened.

The police gave the answer that the driver's van's brakes had aged and had failed due to overspeed.

Furthermore, according to the monitoring, Qiao Mo had randomly barged into the traffic light.

If he had been by her side that day, it wouldn't have happened.

It must be because of the divorce he had made with Xiao Yan that Qiao Mo absent-mindedly barged into the traffic light.

Why was his little sister so silly?

She was lying here alone. Had that person come to see her?

When she woke up and his body recovered, he would take her away from here immediately.

If she didn't leave Seahold now, what would happen to her next time?

Switzerland, Zurich.

In a private bar, Xiao Yan was drunk.

Su Jingyu snatched his wine cup, then he grabbed it and gulped down mouthfuls of the strong wine.

Su Jingyu scolded him with a frown: "Ah Yan, if I were you, rather than drinking here and feeling uncomfortable, I would rather be a man and fly back to the country to get Qiao Mo to stay."

Xiao Yan laughed coldly as he gouged out Su Jingyu with his eyes and said with a bitter smile: "What do you know?"

"Yes, in this aspect, I am not considered to be a very successful person, but at least I know how to cherish them more than you do. Qiao Mo became pregnant for you, miscarried for you, in the end, you still gave her a divorce agreement."

Xiao Yan's gaze turned dark as he suddenly smashed the wine cup in his hand onto the ground. Glass fragments splattered, slid across his fair cheeks, and astonishingly revealed a bloody wound.

Xiao Yan held onto Su Jingyu's collar and suddenly shouted at him: "What do you know?! Am I going to f * * king die and drag Qiao Mo to die with me?! "

Su Jingyu was startled and her gaze turned cold, "You …. What did you say? "

Could it be … Ah Yan's disease, had a relapse four years later?

As if he had finally grown tired, Xiao Yan collapsed onto the sofa behind him. He exhaled heavily, raised his pale and stern face, and looked at the mid-air with empty eyes, as he said softly. If there were no miracles, there was an 80% chance that I would die. Jing Yu, how selfish was I before, but this time, I just want to be selfless. Saying that I was being hypocritical and fake, I don't want to implicate Qiao Mo. "

Xiao Yan closed his eyes, "Furthermore, twenty-two years ago, it was the Xiao's's will that destroyed her family. After twenty-two years, I cannot give her happiness, but I hope that she can live well in a place without me. At least, in the end, she didn't look at me with such hatred. Jing Yu, I can't stand Qiao Mo looking at me with that kind of hateful gaze. In my mind, all I can remember is her face looking up, her eyes filled with me. "

Su Jingyu lit a cigarette and held it by her mouth. Her eyebrows were very deep as she inhaled deeply, "I just want to know if you can be saved or not!"

Xiao Yan opened his eyes and an illusionary image appeared in front of his eyes. Maybe it was the alcohol or the malignant tumor in his brain, but all he saw were Qiao Mo's figures.

"I don't expect me to live any longer."

Su Jingyu rubbed her forehead and asked: "You're planning to keep the matter of you being sick a secret from Qiao Mo? Or will you send her an invitation for your funeral? "

"Since she intended to be hypocritical, I wasn't prepared to tell her a single thing."

Xiao Yan reached into his pocket with one hand, holding the phone tightly.

By this time, it was very possible that this Qiao Mo had already arrived in the United States. She would forget the injuries she had suffered in Seahold, and even if she did not forget them at this moment, she would forget about everything that had happened in Seahold after a long time.

She would live a better life than before.

That was enough.

One month later.

Hai City, in the ward.

In this month, after Qiao Mo found out that she had lost her child, she appeared abnormally calm.

She was like an outsider. She ate when she needed to, slept when she needed to, and rarely spoke.

Feng Che watched over her without rest. The calmer Qiao Mo was, the more worried he became.

After a month of treatment, Qiao Mo's body had more or less recovered. Today was the day Qiao Mo would be discharged from the hospital.

After Feng Che finished packing, he stroked Qiao Mo's hair and said gently: "I've already helped you with the American passport and visa. I've asked the assistant to book a plane for tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock, do you think that it's possible?"

Qiao Mo laughed with a pale face, lifted her head, and smiled at Feng Che: "I'll listen to you."

"You don't have to worry about Uncle Qiao. Ever since he went to the sanatorium, his condition has been under control very well. We'll go see him this afternoon, hmm?"

Qiao Mo nodded, "Alright."

Feng Che: "Xiaoxiao, you better think about it properly. Once you leave Seahold, there will be very few chances of returning in the future. I don't want to force you to make a decision. I just want to see you smile. "This way, I can live up to my expectations for my dead parents." "… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …

Qiao Mo reached out and grabbed the corner of Feng Che's clothes, "Brother, I want to go to America."

Seahold, perhaps she won't be coming back for the rest of her life.

This place had given her far too many unforgettable pains.

"Okay, we'll start tomorrow. You've only just recovered, the doctor said. It will take a long time for you to recover. When you get back to the United States, I can also arrange for you better care. "

After Feng Che's assistant completed the discharge procedures, he knocked on the door and entered.

"Boss, the procedures to leave the courtyard have been completed."

Feng Che carried Qiao Mo and left the hospital.

After getting on the carriage, Qiao Mo had been absent-minded all this time.

Feng Che reached out his hand and gripped the pale, bloodless little hand that was placed on top of her thigh, "Xiaoxiao, you're still very young, your life has only just begun. Don't give up your entire life just because of Xiao Yan. "