C152 "If you kiss me, I will laugh."

I laugh when you kiss me

In the morning of the second day, before Qiao Mo had even woken up, she felt a big hand reaching over her forehead.

In a daze, a familiar male voice said in a low voice, "Fortunately, the fever has subsided."

Qiao Mo opened her heavy eyelids and saw Xiao Yan's concerned gaze right in front of him.

Her foot was still resting on his lower abdomen. For the entire night, her foot did not fall off his lower abdomen.

His large hands were still gripping her ankles, as if he was afraid of falling from his lower abdomen.

Qiao Mo felt a wave of warmth in her heart, she did not expect that he would really place her feet on his lower abdomen.

Her feet were warm, almost hot, but the skin beneath her feet was warm.

Qiao Mo retracted her leg, and got up. She looked at him: "Ah Yan."

Just as he was about to say something, Xiao Yan turned pale. With a bright and enchanting smile, she said, "As expected, this method is not bad."

Qiao Mo pursed her lips, "I was just saying that, why are you still taking it seriously?"

Her heart skipped a beat. She touched his abdomen with her small hand and said with a frown, "I'll go and get a hot water bottle for you. If I get better, you'll catch a cold."

She was about to get out of bed when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

"There's no need. I'm a man, so I'm not that delicate."

Qiao Mo glared at him, "Who said that men don't need to be protected? You've had surgery, so you need to pay extra attention to your body. "I …"

"Alright, you're quite young, why do you always talk so much?"

Qiao Mo sighed as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "I am truly afraid that you will be like two years ago, struggling and wandering on the brink of life and death. Even though I didn't know what was going on and wasn't by your side back then, when I think about it carefully now, my heart is still filled with fear. "If..."

"What are you talking about? "There are no ifs."

Qiao Mo also knew that she had said the wrong thing, what if she had come down from the operation table, and now, she was truly in front of her, that would be enough.

She didn't want it either … What so-called if.

"Ah Yan, even if it's for my sake, you must take good care of your body."

Qiao Mo reached out and gently grabbed his injured hand.

Xiao Yan kissed her forehead, "Alright, even if it's for you, I won't be willing to die so early."

Qiao Mo clenched her fist and punched him lightly in front of his chest.

… ….

During breakfast, Qiao Mo finally asked about Song Xiazhi who was at the hospital.

"Ah Yan, today … Do you want to see Song Xiazhi? "

Xiao Yan frowned slightly, "He might still be in the Intensive Care Unit. After a few days, when she leaves the Intensive Care Unit, I'll go and have a good chat with her."

Qiao Mo nodded her head. Song Xiazhi's matter was not as simple as she had imagined.

was afraid that he was hesitating on whether or not he should report this incident to the police station.

After Qiao Mo finished her breakfast, she made breakfast for small rice bucket.

This small black dog indeed did not waste Qiao Mo giving it that name.

Qiao Mo stroked its head, "Eat slowly."

Xiao Yan looked at Qiao Mo who was squatting in contact with the small rice bucket coldly, his brows knitted slightly, as though he was dissatisfied.

In the morning, it was too outrageous to leave him to the side and interact intimately with a dog.

Qiao Mo naturally did not care about Xiao Yan's emotions.

Until Xiao Yan opened his long legs and walked over, pulling her up from the ground.

"We haven't taken a photo of the wedding dress yet. We're going to try out the wedding dress today."

Qiao Mo was startled, why was this person so impulsive?

Last night, she had only mentioned the matter of arranging the wedding. Why would she be testing her wedding dress to take a photo of her wedding dress today?

That's true...

Qiao Mo was dragged into the carriage by Xiao Yan.

She got into the passenger seat, fastened her seat belt, and asked, "Why did you suddenly think of taking a wedding photo?"

"Not suddenly."

"Hmm?" Qiao Mo raised her eyes and looked at him.

Xiao Yan's heavy gaze fell onto her petite face, as he said each and every word: "Since you want to compensate me for not giving it to you two years ago, then naturally, you should do the same. Besides, I've wanted to see you wear your wedding dress for a long time. "

Although Qiao Mo was a married man, she had never worn a wedding dress before.

Every time she passed a wedding shop, she would deliberately avoid it. She had stood outside the window in New York City, looking at the gorgeous white wedding dress, thinking that she would never be able to wear it again in her life.

It was not that Qiao Mo was unhappy, it was just a woman, no matter how much she said that she did not want to get married, if she did not want to wear a wedding dress, it would just be a lie.

Was there a girl who didn't like to wear a wedding dress? She wanted to have a wedding with her beloved man?

… ….

pulled Xiao Yan's arm and went in.

Only after arriving at the shop did Qiao Mo realize that what Xiao Yan was saying was not a sudden realization.

All of them were made using Qiao Mo's size, and were placed in front of her, allowing her to choose freely.

It was as though he had brought the entire world before her, allowing her to choose freely.

As long as she was interested, no matter how much it cost, he was willing to do it.

Qiao Mo stood in front of the same color of the wedding gown, and felt warmth in her heart. However, she rebuked him: "Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

If he told her in advance, perhaps … She would design her own wedding dress.

On the day of the wedding, if he wore the wedding clothes that he had sewn himself …

Xiao Yan stood behind her, his arms around her waist as he said in a low voice: "Take a closer look at the wedding dress."

Qiao Mo walked up and carefully looked at them. She felt that the style of these wedding gowns was familiar.

She turned her head slightly and looked at him suspiciously.

Xiao Yan slowly said: "These wedding gowns, are all designs that you have designed yourself. I let Gao Dingdang make them according to your blueprints."

Qiao Mo was startled, then looking at those wedding gowns, she felt a little familiar and close to him.

However, the shock in his heart didn't decrease in the slightest, "But you …. Why are there these Design Draft? "

She remembered that at one point in time, she had drawn a lot of Design Draft s for her wedding dress, but they all stayed in New York City.

"I've already talked to Feng Che on the phone. He faxed these blueprints to me. Little Mo, I know that you have always been looking forward to this day. "

Qiao Mo's eyes turned slightly wet. When she was drawing those wedding Design Draft in the middle of the night, what kind of feelings did she have?

She would never forget it.

Lonely, lonely, lonely … Many dejected emotions intertwined together, causing her longing for him to grow like a vine that had grown at will, bit by bit, trapping and wrapping around that heart.

Qiao Mo sniffed, her eyes red.

Xiao Yan extended his hand and scratched her nose, "Let's see the wedding dress."

He took her hand and chose the wedding dress in front of so many others.

In Qiao Mo's eyes, there were no longer any more wedding gowns, her entire heart was filled with men.

Xiao Yan had this ability. When he appeared in your field of vision, you were unable to see anything clearly.

No matter how good others were, it was not enough to fend off his soft mutter of "Little Mo".

After choosing the wedding dress, Qiao Mo entered the fitting room.

The waves in her heart were still surging.

By the time she had finished changing her wedding dress and adjusted her mood, Xiao Yan had already changed into his tuxedo and had been waiting for a long time.

Manager personally received them, and when they came out of the fitting room and stood in front of the huge fitting room in pairs, Manager clicked his tongue and sighed: "Truly a perfect match."

Qiao Mo let out a pfft as she laughed until tears came out of her eyes.

She held Xiao Yan's arm and stood in front of the mirror, wearing her wedding dress, crying and laughing.

It was as if this time, she was truly married to Xiao Yan.

The emotions and emotions he felt in his heart were indescribable.

Xiao Yan smiled, he looked at Qiao Mo in the mirror and asked seriously: "May I know if the beautiful Miss Qiao is willing to marry me?"

Xiao Yan had never asked for her opinion before. When he had first received the certificate, this man had arrogantly and arrogantly dropped the contract, even omitting the normal steps of marriage.

He had never proposed to her, much less asked her for her opinion.

It was always, always, he who threw the results in front of her and she who carried it out.

Qiao Mo bit her lips slightly and turned her head to look at his fair and handsome face. "Weren't you always the most despotic? Why would you ask me about such a thing?

Xiao Yan also looked back, lowering his head to look at her, "This time, I want to hear the words in your heart."

Qiao Mo laughed lightly, and teased: What if, I'm saying, what if I don't agree? Mr. Xiao made such a grand show of herself, wouldn't it be a disgrace? "

Xiao Yan grabbed her waist, lowered his head and pressed it against her forehead, softly sighing: "If you don't agree to my proposal, I'll directly enter the bridal room."

Sure enough, this man was still tyrannical.

Qiao Mo laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Even with the high heels, she would have to raise her head with a bit of difficulty to be able to touch his lips.

Her soft lips landed on his thin lips as she softly whispered, "Mr. Xiao, I'm willing."

… ….

Qiao Mo originally thought that she would bring home whatever wedding dress she tried.

But that was not the case.

Xiao Yan waved his hand and signed all the books.

Qiao Mo frowned, and pulled his hand to stop him: "Why are you bringing home so many wedding gowns? You can only wear it once in a lifetime, so buying so much is a waste. "

A wedding dress could only be worn once, not once.

Xiao Yan frowned, his deep eyes lit up, "I want you to wear them, one by one."

Qiao Mo's face was slightly red, as her brain automatically processed the image.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

However, Xiao Yan lowered his head with difficulty and whispered in her ear, "Besides, I still have other surprises for you."

But Xiao Yan asked what kind of surprise was this and Xiao Yan had already avoided answering.

When the two of them entered the wedding studio and took the first set of photos, their expressions were extremely unnatural.

The photographer felt a headache coming on. "If the bride comes closer, the groom will laugh too!"

Qiao Mo reminded her in a low voice, "When you keep a straight face, the pictures you take are the same as the old man, you smile too."

Xiao Yan turned his face over, "I'll laugh if you kiss me."

Qiao Mo was distressed. With so many people present, how could she be embarrassed?

He … Was it intentional?

However, the photographer was really anxious, "Bride, your husband has a straight face and doesn't look too good. "Hurry up and coax him."

Qiao Mo was speechless, "..."

Xiao Yan shamelessly continued to urge her. "Little Mo, hurry up, my patience is limited."

Qiao Mo lifted the hem of her wedding dress, tiptoed, and kissed him.

Her lips, in the instant that it touched his, Xiao Yan's smile was extremely enchanting.

The photographer quickly pressed the shutter and took many pictures.