C175 It was me who came late, Little Mo is not afraid

I'm too late, Little Mo is not afraid

Who is Xiao Yan! I've never heard of it! You little girl! How dare he brag again! Do you believe that I won't rip you apart right now? "

When Mrs Liu's palm slapped over again, Liu Hua suddenly grabbed the woman's hand. "Wifey Wife, alright, fine, don't cause too much trouble, everyone around is watching!"

Liu Hua was timid and did not want to blow the matter.

The lady was immediately enraged, and glared at Liu Hua: What, you're afraid of others knowing after stealing the fishy smell?! Liu Hua! Let me tell you, if you don't cripple this little vixen today, we'll get a divorce tomorrow! "

Qiao Mo's dirty little hands were stepped on as she wiped her tears, she glared at the couple and roared: "You dare?! I will never admit what I have not done! If you have the ability … … We'll go to the police station! "

"Liu Hua, you don't have ears?! This little bitch is asking for a beating! Why didn't you see whose husband that was?! You're actually peeing on my head?! "

The woman suddenly rushed forward and pushed Qiao Mo to the ground. Her left arm subconsciously supported herself as she tried to get up.

Qiao Mo frowned in pain, her chin raised up high, as she stared at them with tears in her eyes: "You slandered me! You will be unlucky! My husband. I definitely won't let you off! "

The woman still wanted to attack, but Liu Hua could no longer bear to continue watching. He grabbed his wife's hand, and did not even dare to look straight at the scarred Qiao Mo, "Wife, that's enough, it's not good for you to cause trouble at the police station!"

When the woman stared at him with her fierce eyes, Liu Hua immediately changed his words, "I'm not worried about this little vixen, I was worried about you, worried about you!"

Qiao Mo subconsciously used both arms to protect her body. It was so painful that she was about to die.

Ah Yan, save me.

In his mind, there was only this one thought.

It was unknown whether it was an illusion or reality, but a pair of slender and beautiful large hands pushed through the crowd. A tall and sturdy black figure charged into the heavy encirclement, and its gaze was urgent and sharp.

He looked at the woman on the ground, who was curled up into a ball and bleeding profusely. In that instant, her heart was violently pulled by a big hand.

Little Mo...

He quickly squatted down and carried the little girl up, "Qiao Mo, wake up!"

Qiao Mo's entire body was in pain, the tip of her nose was filled with the cold and faint fragrance of tobacco, the little lady realised that she was in a familiar embrace, ignoring her injured left hand, her hands immediately wrapped tightly around her neck.

In her hazy vision, she could see the person she loved. It seemed to be an illusion.

Her tears streamed out of her eyes as she bit her lips and asked with uncertainty, "Am I dreaming …?"

Otherwise, why would Xiao Yan come and save her?

It must … It was a dream.

"Don't say any more nonsense!"

The man carried the slender little woman in his arms and scolded her with a low tone as the corners of his eyes turned red.

Qiao Mo's small face was scratched with bloodstains, her long hair was in a mess, and her clothes were torn thin and pitiful. She wrinkled her little nose and cried extremely, feeling extremely terrified in her heart. You. "Why did you only just arrive...?"

Qiao Mo had never been so afraid before. She was weak like a helpless child, and had been humiliated and humiliated by this couple.

The clothes on Xiao Yan's shoulders were drenched by the little woman's tears.

He hugged Qiao Mo and stared coldly and gloomily at the couple. The solemnness and solemness condensed in his eyes, causing the couple to tremble violently.

Xiao Yan's voice was filled with the domineering determination of someone dying, "We'll meet in court!"

A tall and handsome man, carrying a small woman in his arms, walked through the crowd with steady steps and boarded a black, luxurious Maybach business car parked at the side.

Zhao Qian, who was following closely behind threw a business card to Liu Hua, and walked over to strangle Liu Hua's tie. He looked at the man in disdain, and said with a disdainful tone: "Hmph, will my wife scold you, a trash like you? Go back and take a piss in the mirror! Open your dog eyes and see who's on the card! The people you have offended, are Mr. Xiao and Mrs. Xiao! "

… ….

Inside the Maybach car, Xiao Yan was hugging Qiao Mo tightly.

Qiao Mo's left arm looked like it was about to break, and was constantly tearing up. Xiao Yan's appearance was too illusory, so illusory to the point where she felt that all of this was fake.

The man lowered his head gently and kissed her dirty forehead. His fury had yet to dissipate, but when he looked at Qiao Mo, it had once again become so tender that it hurt his heart.

However, the moment he opened his mouth, he still reprimanded him, "It has only been half a month, and you have already taken care of yourself like this?! Qiao Mo...! Should I scold you? "

Qiao Mo stretched out her dirty little hand, helplessly covered her face, and stuttered as she choked with sobs: "I didn't even take the initiative to say a single word to Manager Liu … I don't know. Why did it become like this … Xiao Yan... I don't want you to see me like this. However... I can't beat them. "I can't beat him..."

Crystal clear teardrops fell down from between her delicate white fingers.

Xiao Yan's face darkened, his large hands pulled away her tender hands, and pulled her into his embrace. His voice was low and magnetic, yet carried a trace of ruthlessness.

They could choose anyone to bully, but Qiao Mo was the only one that couldn't! How could she allow someone to bully a treasure that even he couldn't bear to?

Hearing this, Qiao Mo cried even more, her thin and weak shoulders trembled even more, how could she have fallen to such a state …?

In this second, she was actually timid. She wanted to stay in his arms and be comforted and coaxed by him.

Xiao Yan caressed her little face, and asked with a low and hoarse voice, "Tell me, why are you writing an unmarried name on the information table? Qiao Mo, why? "

Qiao Mo bit her lips as a hint of patience flashed past her pitch-black eyes. She sobbed, "I don't want others to know … You, Xiao Yan, are so outstanding, yet have a wife that can't even give birth to a child … "

She sat straight and upright, her eyes not daring to squint, like a schoolboy who had done something wrong and was waiting for the teacher's next scolding, so scared, so nervous.

Xiao Yan's heart throbbed with pain. He held her small hand and pulled her back into his embrace again, his chin pressing against her forehead as he spoke word by word, "Qiao Mo, listen carefully. No matter how unworthy you are of me, you are still one of my people. As for the children, if we have them, it will only add to their glory. If there is none, there is no harm! "

"But Xiao Yan … A marriage without children, how would it be maintained in the future? Even if you don't have children, what about Xiao's? Where's Mom? What will everyone else think of you? "

In his arms, she lifted her little face, which was full of tears, and looked at him pitifully.

"I don't care about anyone else, I only know that I want you, Qiao Mo, and you, Qiao Mo, aren't some tool that can reproduce an heir!"

Qiao Mo choked on her sobs, her eyes were red and tears were rolling down her cheeks. "Ah Yan, I'm sorry.

Qiao Mo finally gave in to reality and warmth as her small hands wrapped around his neck.

She would never be able to afford the child he wanted in her life.

And a child could also become the eternal regret and regret between them.

"Qiao Mo, on what basis do you think I would despise you? Why didn't you tell me about this after you found out? "

Being threatened and being bullied, this matter had too big of an impact on her. For a moment, she could not calm down at all, she looked at Xiao Yan in a daze, and bit her lips: "I don't know … I know that the Xiao family wouldn't tolerate a daughter-in-law that can't bear to have children, and I can't be so selfish as not to think about it for you … "

"If you don't say hello and leave me behind, that's selfish! Not being able to give birth to a child, what kind of big event was this? Qiao Mo, listen up, I won't allow you to leave me again! "

Qiao Mo, who was held tightly in his embrace, could only sob and repeat those words: "I'm sorry … "I'm sorry..."

… ….

On the way to the hospital, Xiao Yan reached out his hand to check on Qiao Mo's injuries, but the moment she touched her left arm, she cried out in pain.

The man frowned and slowly pressed his palm against her. He did not dare to pinch her and only asked, "Does it hurt here? Can you move? "

Qiao Mo cried until she was dizzy and helplessly shook her head. Because it was too painful, it was as if she was dislocated and didn't dare to move at all.

Xiao Yan was burning with anxiety. With bloodshot eyes, he turned to Zhao Qian who was driving and said, "Drive faster!"

Xiao Yan carried Qiao Mo onto his lap with one hand and gently held her injured left hand with the other, preventing her from moving. Qiao Mo's right hand hugged Xiao Yan's neck and his dirty left hand was placed in the center of his palm.

The little woman in his arms was so fragile that it seemed as if her eyelashes trembled slightly, causing all the pain in his heart to be drawn out.

Xiao Yan lowered his head and kissed her, smelling a faint scent of blood from her hair. His sharp eyes were fixated on her thick hair, the dark red dried up blood was on his scalp.

The man closed his eyes and stuck close to the girl's face. In the end, he gave in and sighed softly, "I came late. Sorry, but Little Mo is not afraid."

Gently, hoarsely, coaxing.

Qiao Mo felt a sour feeling in her throat as she rolled upwards. She opened her mouth and gently bit his neck, and her tears rolled down, seeping into his neck and flowing into his heart.

What she was truly afraid of, was not the person who was bullying her, but if Xiao Yan did not appear.

"Ah Yan, thank you … "It's here."

The man lightly patted her delicate, frightened back. With a slight curve of his lips, he lightly replied, "It's only right that I came."

She was his wife …

It was his duty to save her.

Xiao Yan's lips landed on her forehead and gently kissed. In the end, his voice softened as he said, "Xiao Mo, a child to me, is only an appendage; you are the most important. We've missed you for two whole years, how much longer do you want me to miss you? "

Qiao Mo's tears fell incessantly as she bit her lips, not wanting to let out a single sound.

That's right, her Ah Yan is already thirty-five years old. How many years is there left, four years, for her to miss?

Children, the secular world, vision, they were all the other person's, so what did it have to do with them?

They only needed to live a good life, wasn't that enough?