C145 Sunlight, the sea, and him.

The sun, the sea, and him.

The night was dark, and the sea was just outside the window. The quiet sound of the waves hit the reef.

It was the middle of winter in Seahold, but the interior of the house was warm.

Qiao Mo leaned into Xiao Yan's embrace, and with his large hands, he gently ran his hands through her hair.

"When I first came to New York, when I was studying design at California State University, I was thinking about you every day except for class. My brother bought me a small villa in New York. I was usually the only one at home, and I often lost sleep. You don't know how lonely and hopeless it is to watch the sunset before going to sleep, to watch the sunrise after a night of insomnia. Once. I called you because. I missed you too much then, but I couldn't get through to you. "

Xiao Yan kissed her forehead, and said in a soft and tender voice: "It's all in the past, I'll accompany you forever in the future."

Qiao Mo paused for a moment before continuing, "It seems like depression started from a period of severe insomnia. The doctor said that my heart is very heavy, and when I returned to Hai City later on, it was also because I wanted to remove the knot in my heart. But later on, I realized that nothing can rid me of the knot in my heart as the peace and serenity I had with you. "

Qiao Mo raised her head slightly, and her clear and limpid eyes fell upon his deep black pupils. It was as if there was a small whirlpool in the depths of his eyes that caused her to sink into depravity.

In this world, whoever was gone would continue to live, but they would not be as happy as they were now.

Isn't Xiao Yan the same?

He held her right hand, his thin lips resting on the wedding ring on her ring finger.

"Do you still owe me a present?"

Qiao Mo did not understand, "Hmm? "What gift?"

Xiao Yan got up from the bed and left the bedroom, he did not know what to do.

When he came back, he was already holding a set of Design Draft.

The Design Draft had obviously been torn to shreds before, but it had once again been pieced together with the transparent adhesive tape, bit by bit, until it was completely glued onto the Design Draft.

Xiao Yan placed the Design Draft before Qiao Mo's eyes, "Did you design this set of Design Draft for me two years ago?"

Although it was a question, he was sure of it.

Qiao Mo's finger gently caressed the Design Draft, "Who told you that I designed this for you?"

"Every size is mine. You're still saying it isn't? "

Qiao Mo bit her lips, "Then who tore this Design Draft into pieces?"

Actually, even if he used a bit of his brain, Qiao Mo could guess that he must have torn this pair of Design Draft apart when he was angry at her.

"I thought you were really going to marry Huo Xing. I tore it into pieces and threw it into the trash can so that I couldn't see it clearly."

"Oh, then why did someone pick it up again and put it together so perfectly?"

Just looking at the degree of tearing, he had already spent a lot of effort on reassembling it.

Xiao Yan caressed her hair with his big hand, pressed his forehead against hers and stared at her. Then he spoke in a hoarse voice: "Little Mo, I want to wear a coat personally made by you for the New Year this year."

Qiao Mo wrapped her arms around his neck and asked him in all seriousness, "Oh, how much labour do you plan to pay Jolin? "It's too little, but I won't do it."

Xiao Yan stared at her eyes, and said word by word: "Am I enough?"

A complete him, all hers.

"Tch …" "Come on."

She didn't want to do that.

Just as she was about to lie down, Xiao Yan had covered her up once again. Holding her wrist, he held her breath, which was extremely close to his body.

"We were interrupted just now?"

Qiao Mo resisted: "Didn't you say that you can only do it twice a day? It has already exceeded … "Hey!"

The man's hot breath landed on the side of her neck. "Good girl, I said at least twice."

There was no limit.

Qiao Mo finally saw through it. He had already made up her mind to make up for the two years gap!

… ….

The morning of the second day, Xiao Yan was still sleeping on the bed. The white curtains of the French windows were lifted by the sea breeze, and the air was giving off a refreshing feeling.

Sunlight fell all over the ground.

Xiao Yan leaned on the pure white bed, the wrinkles on the bed still present, he got up and went downstairs.

When Qiao Mo came out from the kitchen with her breakfast, she was standing in the living room when she saw the man who walked down the stairs.

He was dressed in the most ordinary of clothes, and looked more lazy and casual than he did at work.

"I've cooked breakfast. Come and eat."

Xiao Yan strode down the stairs and looked at the breakfast on the table. It was oatmeal bread, vegetable salad, cooked cereal, and a poached egg. It was a typical Western breakfast.

Xiao Yan was not in a hurry to eat breakfast. Instead, he walked behind Qiao Mo, gently hugging her waist and whispering into her ear. "Tomorrow, I'll let you have a taste of something different for breakfast."

Qiao Mo pulled away the big hand she placed on her waist, "Alright. Eat quickly, it's getting late. After you finish eating breakfast, you have to go to work. "

However, Xiao Yan was not anxious at all, he remained calm and composed.

"I'm not going to the company today."

Qiao Mo raised his head, in disbelief, "Today is Monday, you're not going to the company?"

In Qiao Mo's eyes, Xiao Yan had always been a workaholic, both in the past and now.

Big Monday, not going to the company, isn't that a bit too much?

"The road that I didn't walk on last night, the sea that I didn't see, let's go eat breakfast today."

Qiao Mo was speechless, but in her heart, he felt a sweet feeling.

The reason why he didn't go to the company on Monday was just to accompany her for a stroll on the streets. Wasn't this excuse too outrageous?

But Qiao Mo, who was immersed in this kind of love, was slowly unable to extricate herself.

… ….

After eating breakfast, Xiao Yan pulled Qiao Mo along and leisurely walked to the beach near the villa.

The sun was shining brightly, and the golden light on the sea surface was like a layer of shattered gold.

The sea here was a wild sea, and there weren't any houses or residents nearby either. Therefore, this area was extremely peaceful and quiet.

Qiao Mo remembered that the first time he came to the New Garden, Assistant Zhao had told her that Xiao Yan liked peace and quiet.

Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo walked along the beach hand in hand, one deep and one shallow.

The two of them were like an ordinary couple. They didn't have much to say to each other, but the atmosphere between them was rather calm and peaceful.

This beach was very long, Qiao Mo was tired, after walking for a short while, she was not willing to leave.

Xiao Yan hugged her waist, and lowered his head to ask: "Your stamina is that bad?"

Looks like I have to train my physical strength in the future.

Otherwise, how could he withstand a movement that was a hundred times more intense than walking?

Qiao Mo glared at him. Her strength was indeed not good, but it was not that bad.

"Isn't it all your fault?"

If he had let her off just a bit last night, would she have gotten so tired?

Xiao Yan only felt that it was a little innocent. His thin lips pressed against her ear, and teased: "Who insisted on being on top last night?"

Qiao Mo's small face reddened, and she continued to speak, "That's because you're normally too overbearing, accustomed to taking the initiative in such matters, so I want you to have a taste of what it feels like to be dominated by others!"

Xiao Yan nodded his head, his smile intriguing as he looked at her, and laughed: "En, the result is that I am extremely enchanted, you have overused your strength."

Qiao Mo: "..."

Can't this man speak more subtly?

Being honest to the point like this, he was even more straightforward than he was in the past.

Qiao Mo rolled her eyes at him, too lazy to bother with him anymore. Her gaze shifted, and suddenly saw a small dog under a big tree on the beach.

"Ah Yan, look, there's a puppy over there."

When the two of them reached a big tree, the puppy looked at them timidly and let out a whining sound.

"He probably lost it."

It was a black puppy, dirty and had pitiful eyes. Qiao Mo really wanted to bring it back to raise.

However, it was also afraid that the small black dog would wait here for its master to return to look for it.

Xiao Yan asked: "You want to have a pet?"

Qiao Mo shook his head, "I just feel pity for it."

In the middle of winter, hiding here alone, for no reason at all, Qiao Mo suddenly remembered that when she first went to New York, he was also in such a lonely and abnormally helpless state.

Xiao Yan looked at Qiao Mo as he walked forward. Suddenly, he bent down and hugged the small black dog.

"What are you doing?"

Xiao Yan was obsessed with cleanliness, Qiao Mo remembered that this small black dog was so dirty, could he even carry it inside?

"Since you've met her, then bring her back to the house."

The small black dog in Xiao Yan's embrace even meowed a few times.

Qiao Mo was worried that this small black dog was scared of living, and would bite Xiao Yan, "Forget it, its master might come back to look for it."

"If its owner had come back for it, it wouldn't have been so dirty. Furthermore, there is no one home nearby. It should just be a stray dog without an owner. "

Qiao Mo did not say anything else and followed Xiao Yan back to the villa.

When Xiao Yan carried the small black dog to the entrance of the villa, his cellphone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Qiao Mo took the small black dog away from his embrace, "Let me carry it, you can answer the phone."

Xiao Yan stood at the side and answered the phone. He squatted down and placed the small black dog on the ground to play with it.

"Alright, I understand. I'll be right over."

Qiao Mo only saw that after Xiao Yan hung up the phone, his expression was somewhat cold. What's wrong, what happened at the company?

Xiao Yan stared fixedly at her, "It's not a company, it's a knowledge."

Qiao Mo was startled, "What happened to her?"

"I suddenly have a stomachache. I'll go take a look now."

Qiao Mo stood up and pulled his hand, "Hey, I'll go with you."

Xiao Yan frowned, and finally agreed.

What was to come would eventually come. What was to be faced would not be little.

… ….

In the hospital, Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo hurried there.

When they arrived at the designated ward, the doctor was currently performing a routine examination on Song Xiazhi.

In the ward, there was still Xiao Ru Qing.

When Xiao Yan brought Qiao Mo into the sickroom, everyone's gaze fell on Qiao Mo.

Qiao Mo was slightly startled, but in the end she still smiled and greeted Xiao Ru Qing. When she opened her mouth, however, she didn't know whether she should continue to call her "mother" or "Aunt".

She was obviously Xiao Ru Qing's wife …

Qiao Mo raised his eyes, and looked at Xiao Yan who was beside him. His big hands were still holding hers tightly, and even if it was for Xiao Yan, for the both of them to be together again, Qiao Mo should still open her mouth like that.

"Mom."

A light mother's voice, however, made the atmosphere in the ward eerie.

On the sickbed, Song Xiazhi's face turned pale.

Qiao Mo knew that there was still no divorce between her and Brother Xiao? Furthermore, looking at their tightly clenched hands, was this an agreement?

What about her? What did she count for now?

When Xiao Ru Qing saw Qiao Mo, she wasn't completely unmoved, but right now, Song Xiazhi's stomach was filled with the flesh and blood of the Xiao Family. She frowned, and only replied indifferently, in the end, she leaned towards Song Xiazhi's side.

Qiao Mo did not care about Xiao Ru Qing's cold attitude either. She only stood firmly by Xiao Yan's side with no intention to retreat.