C226 A strong and burning possession!

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Qiao Mo froze in midair, then slowly, carefully placed her hand on his waist.

Her face was buried in his chest, and her voice was muffled. "Why do you always like to surprise me? Xiao Yan... My entire mind is filled with you. Even if you were to stand in front of me and hug me so tightly, I would still miss you. You must think that in your eyes, I am actually just a foolish woman who lacks consideration for things or doesn't understand anything. But Xiao Yan, I also want to do something for you. But you didn't give me that chance. In this world, no one will die without a successor, but Xiao Yan, do you know? "

When she said this, she paused, lifted her face from his chest, and looked at his silhouette.

"I don't want to be separated from you. I have a strong premonition that if you leave me, we will never be together again. I think I will not be happy again for a long time. "I don't dare to say that my life is too long …"

He listened in silence, running his fingers along her cheeks, feeling the heat on her face.

Qiao Mo had never confessed so much to him before, but in the interactions between the two of them, it had always been him taking the initiative to do more, and also, it had always been him coaxing her.

Qiao Mo tiptoed, her slender arm wrapped around his neck as she kissed his lips and chin.

Her voice was somewhat hoarse. "If you're unhappy, I can coax you. Ah Yan, tell me, is it possible for me to not do anything good? "Tell me …"

"Little Mo …"

The man's body suddenly flipped over and pressed her against the bedroom door. Qiao Mo's back bumped into the door handle, which was extremely stiff and painful, but he couldn't care less as he hugged the man who was kissing with her intimately and fell into a deep hopeless entanglement.

It was only at this moment that he finally realized that his wife had truly fallen in love with him.

This … Let him be proud.

He just wanted to kiss her and suck on her soft lips.

The urge to kiss was confusing.

He clasped the back of her head, his palms cold, but his lips hot, and with a strong domination he broke between her lips.

It was as if he was trying his best to find an exit for himself.

Qiao Mo finally could not take it anymore as Infant Nin let out a sound.

The man on her body finally loosened his grip on her slightly. Qiao Mo was relieved, and his back burned with pain from the door handle being hit, but he didn't frown even once.

She held his pale face in her hands. Even if the lights in the room were not turned on, one could still see how pale his face was.

She had never known that falling in love with someone could be so intense and terrifying. It was like a dam had been opened and there was no way to stop it.

"Why aren't you taking a good rest? With such a bad complexion, do you want to destroy your body? "

she asked reproachfully.

Xiao Yan suddenly carried her and the two of them laid on the bed together.

He supported himself with his arms, looking at her silently from above her through the darkness, as if he wanted to see her for all eternity.

Qiao Mo reached out her hand and caressed his face, "You haven't answered my question yet."

He put one hand on top of her, the other on his face, her soft fingers on her lips, the kisses.

"Little Mo, can we go out to play tomorrow?"

Qiao Mo subconsciously asked, "Don't be busy? Have you dealt with the things here? "

Her tone was soft, but in Xiao Yan's ears, it became a kind of interrogation.

Suddenly, he slumped down on top of her and buried his face in her neck. He took a deep breath and spoke in a low and tired voice, "Yes, I shouldn't make any promises, because I can no longer guarantee whether I will be able to achieve it or not."

Qiao Mo suddenly panicked, "I didn't mean it that way …"

"I know you don't mean that, but I've broken my word to you many times."

He had lived for so many years, and there was nothing he couldn't accomplish with his promises. The only thing he could do was break his promise time and time again to the people he loved the most.

He had once hurt her so deeply, and now, it seemed as though he was going to repeat the same mistake.

… ….

This night, Qiao Mo hugged his waist tightly and did not let go for the entire night. Normally, she slept soundly in his embrace while she hugged her. Tonight, she slept in a daze.

The morning of the second day, Xiao Yan took Qiao Mo out of the hotel and brought her to his home in New York.

The furnishings of the house were following Xiao Yan's simple style. There wasn't much warmth in the air, only black and white. Qiao Mo had never seen this kind of house before, it was actually quite unpopular, and she didn't really like it.

Qiao Mo also spoke very little. From the time they saw him yesterday until now, based on the number of times they acted coquettishly, this time, for the first time in a long while, they did not make a single sound.

Her back was burning. Last night, she had been pressed against the door and bumped into the doorknob. On a September day, she was wearing only a thin sweater, just a layer of fabric that probably scratched the skin on her back.

When he reached home, it was already afternoon, and dinner was about to arrive. Xiao Yan did not speak much, and his mood was heavy.

Qiao Mo could only ask: "What do you want to eat? I'll do it. "

He gave her a deep look and said, "Just a little is fine."

It had been a long time since she had cooked a meal for him. Ever since she became pregnant, it had always been him cooking for her.

Qiao Mo nodded and opened the refrigerator. There were no vegetables or rice at home, Xiao Yan walked to the side of the kitchen and looked at her: "I'm going to the supermarket to buy some, wait for me."

Qiao Mo replied with an "Oh" and closed the refrigerator door.

Xiao Yan moved quickly and bought some vegetables. Qiao Mo knew how to cook. She had always cooked on her own in New York City, but after making peace with Xiao Yan and living like a prince, her cooking skills had become a lot rarer.

Xiao Yan had always been able to take care of everything, without her having to do anything.

Xiao Yan helped her cut the vegetables absent-mindedly at the side.

Since last night, the two of them had not spoken much, and the atmosphere was very silent and awkward.

Qiao Mo bit her lower lip, not wanting to continue this cold war with Xiao Yan, she pretended to be relaxed and said, "In the past, I had seen a romance novel where the male protagonist cooked very well. This is how he swindled the female protagonist into her possession. They were also in the United States. "So you see, you have the potential to be the male lead of a romance novel."

"And then? They're married? "

"Of course, they were married in the United States. But then. Then the hero died. Furthermore, the female lead had not seen the male lead for the last time. "

"Why?"

Qiao Mo smiled and glanced at him, then shook her head, looking a little regretful: "Because the male protagonist has brain cancer, and he did not want the female protagonist to protect someone who is on the brink of death, so he chose to escape. When he died, the heroine did not find him. In the end, it was someone else who told her. This female lead is really pitiful. "

The atmosphere was already depressing, and since she didn't seem to pick a good topic for this conversation, she lightly sighed and obediently fell silent.

After a long while, Xiao Yan finally asked a question that was not on his point at all: "Why do you say that the female protagonist is pitiful, and the one who is pitiful is not the male protagonist?"

Qiao Mo held onto the food in her hand, paused, and then said: "If she dies, then there's no need to care about anything else. However, what was hard to bear was definitely the people who were still alive. Besides, what made him think that the heroine couldn't accept his brain cancer? He was so selfish that she even heard the news of her final death from someone else. Even her funeral was missed. Did he really think that he could lie to his wife for the rest of her life? Even if she had been deceived at that time, what would happen after that? If she knew about it in the future, would she be able to lessen the damage and discomfort? He didn't understand it at all. There were some things that were destined to take a lifetime. How can you just forget? "

Qiao Mo explained in detail.

She turned her head to look at Xiao Yan, only to realize that he had also become silent. He had his head lowered, and his eyes were empty.

"Hey …"

Just as Qiao Mo realized that something was amiss, she cried out in shock as he sliced her finger.

The blade in his hand was very sharp, but it did not bleed at all. By the time Qiao Mo snatched the knife and vegetables from his hands, the wound on his finger had already started bleeding little by little.

Qiao Mo reproached in heartache: "Why are you so careless? What are you thinking about? "

He pulled out a pile of flour paper and stuffed it into the wound on his finger, while reprimanding in a bad mood.

When he came back to himself, he just smiled.

When Qiao Mo heard his smile, she did not know whether to be angry or angry. The cold war between the two of them seemed to have the momentum to break out of the prison, "You're still laughing? Don't you know it hurts? "

"Not bad." He said softly, "It's fine, it's just a small opening."

Qiao Mo glared at him, "Forget it, it's better if you stop working and just wait for us to eat."

This sentence was somewhat familiar.

Qiao Mo had cut vegetables once in her hands and had said the same thing to her.

For a moment, both of them laughed.

She shook her head, frowned, and said to herself, "What's going on? Why do you look so bad these days? Or is he injured? "

He fumbled with his fingers, which were tightly wrapped around hers, and watched her figure turn away from him.

This was the wife that he couldn't let go the most, she was actually cooking for him.

He had always been the one taking care of others. He had never thought that he would need to be taken care of like this one day.

His wife was very considerate and gentle. The feeling of being cared for by her wasn't bad.

He walked uncontrollably to her side and hugged her from behind, wrapping his arms around her slightly bulging waist.

Big hands gently caressed her bulging belly. Their baby was there.

The person in his arms hesitated for a moment and froze.

He adjusted his posture, leaned against his chest, and continued cooking.

"Little Mo."