C242 Little Mo's husband was able to do this

Huo Xing's phone suddenly rang. He looked at the caller ID, then looked at Qiao Mo with a complicated gaze. "I'm going out to pick up a call."

When he returned, Qiao Mo was sitting on the bedside, and asked calmly: "Was it him?"

Naturally, Huo Xing knew who she was referring to.

"Yes." He asked me if I had found you. "

Qiao Mo laid on the bed, suddenly pulled on the blanket, covered her head, and said in a muffled voice, "Dead."

However, in his heart, a ray of light and a spark had faintly appeared. Wasn't Xiao Yan already with Su Qing Wan? Why would he pay attention to her existence at this time?

Where is Xiao Yan now?

But there were too many questions in her heart, and she didn't know where to start. She decided to put all of the doubts in her mind out of her head.

… ….

When it was two in the afternoon, Huo Xing and Qiao Mo went to eat lunch together with their dinner.

Qiao Mo actually didn't know how to ski. Last time, she had planned to learn how to ski from Xiao Yan, but because something happened to Xiao Yan on the snowy mountain in Switzerland, it made her feel an inexplicable sense of resistance and fear towards the snowy mountain and the snowy mountain …

She shook her head, not wanting to think about that person any longer, she smiled and asked Huo Xing, "Can you ski? "I won't."

Huo Xing spread his hands. He had never played this game before. He wasn't very interested in climbing, skiing, and bungee jumping.

Qiao Mo didn't really want to ski. Actually, she didn't really like skiing either, and furthermore, she had a big stomach right now. These extreme sports really didn't suit her …

Besides, in his subconscious, this sort of thing should be left for him to do.

She lowered her head and smiled wryly. Why did it involve that person again?

Was it really so deep that even if she left him, she would still be filled with memories of him?

Qiao Mo winked at Huo Xing and said, "Since we can't ski, then let's go drink. The wine here is especially warm. "

Huo Xing suddenly curled his finger and flicked her forehead. Qiao Mo was stunned and Huo Xing slightly reproached, "You're already pregnant, so you can't drink alcohol."

Qiao Mo was like a child who had done something wrong. She lowered her head and repeated, "Yes, I'm pregnant."

Huo Xing lowered his head and looked at her silently for a while. Finally, he smiled faintly and indulged her, "You're already six months pregnant. You can drink one or two mouthfuls of red wine. "Let's go."

Huo Xing understood in his heart that Qiao Mo was depressed, and really wanted to use the wine to numb him.

But because she was pregnant, she didn't dare to touch a single drop.

Qiao Mo raised her head and saw that Huo Xing was already walking in front.

… ….

When Huo Xing and Qiao Mo sat at the top of the mountain with their hands full of hot, scalding liquid, it felt as if they were about to burn their stomachs and stomachs.

It was burning.

Qiao Mo held onto the pot of warm water as she didn't drink it. She warmed her hands and looked at Huo Xing.

Huo Xing gulped down a mouthful of water and let out a deep breath. He then glanced at her before smiling as he lay down on the snowy ground.

Qiao Mo also laid down slowly, with the starry sky as her blanket and the snow as her bed.

At this moment, the sky gradually darkened and the stars in the sky became brighter and brighter.

Qiao Mo looked at the sky for a long time.

She took a small sip of the red wine. She didn't know why, but she felt a little drunk.

Truly, it didn't have any alcohol capacity at all.

She closed her eyes and asked softly, "Did he ask you to come find me?"

Huo Xing was slightly stunned as he turned around to look at her.

She was crying, and the tears had slipped from the corners of her eyes and into her hair.

Huo Xing pursed his lips. Due to drinking a lot of wine, his voice had become hoarse. "No."

Qiao Mo's hand held onto the wine pot tightly, as though she wanted to break it.

Huo Xing looked at her in a daze, only feeling depressed in his heart. He drank a few more mouthfuls of strong alcohol into his stomach, since his alcohol tolerance was not bad, he wasn't worried, after drinking this bottle of liquor, he wouldn't be able to take care of the confused Qiao Mo.

They stayed there for a long time. Although it was already late at night, the sky and the earth were still bright due to the vast expanse of white snow.

However, after drinking the alcohol just now, coupled with the fact that he had travelled quite a distance yesterday and today, it was inevitable that he would feel exhausted. A moment of sleepiness overcame him and he took a short nap.

However, the moment he opened his eyes, the girl beside him had already disappeared without a trace.

Huo Xing quivered. He got up and ran around while looking around. Meanwhile, he shouted out her name.

However, this place was so big and was covered in snow, so the footprints were scattered everywhere. There was no way to confirm which direction Qiao Mo was heading in.

Using his instincts, he looked around as he walked forward. As he walked, he shouted her name loudly, "Qiao Mo! Qiao Mo! "

However, what responded to him was nothing other than his own echo.

A deep fear invaded him from every angle.

After walking on the snowy ground for an unknown amount of time, Huo Xing's face, which had been boiling hot due to the alcohol, was completely frozen. The voice that called out her name had started to tremble.

On the mountain, the night came. Compared to the winter and the winter and the moon, it was much colder.

After searching for an unknown amount of time, a familiar figure finally appeared before his eyes. From afar, he saw that orange figure running. Under the night sky and in the snow, it was as if she wanted to banish him as she ran forward with all her might.

Huo Xing hurriedly ran over and was about to shout her name.

However, when they were still quite a distance away from her, a tall black figure suddenly walked out from the corner. When Huo Xing saw the man, he stopped in his tracks.

Xiao Yan also saw Huo Xing and gave him a call.

Huo Xing's phone in his pocket rang, and seeing that Xiao Yan was also holding onto his phone, he roughly understood that Xiao Yan had something to say to him.

He picked it up.

Xiao Yan's voice was extremely cold as he said, "Wait there. I will coax Qiao Mo back. "

Hang up.

Huo Xing stood there and did not leave.

Huo Xing looked towards the long, black, jade-like figure within the vast expanse of snow. With large strides, he walked towards the small, plump, orange figure.

Qiao Mo no longer had any strength left, and fell to the ground exhausted and unmoving.

Xiao Yan walked to Qiao Mo's side and gently called out to her. "Little Mo?"

As he got closer, he heard a thin wail coming from the snow. It was small at first, then bigger, until it turned into a wail.

Xiao Yan bent down and reached out to pull her.

Qiao Mo cried intently, as if she was going to cry out all the pressure and grievances from the past few days. She cried to her heart's content, the tears that came late, the depression from the past few days, all the sadness, pain, sadness, and longing, all turned into tears at this moment. It landed on the pure white snow and blended into one.

Xiao Yan squatted down, lifted her up, and carried the person in the snow away. He pressed her cold body into his arms, and stroked her hair, consoling his in a soft voice: "Cry."

After crying, after crying, there was no need to be sad.

Qiao Mo was unconscious. Since she did not have alcohol capacity, just drinking a small mouthful of red wine was equivalent to drugging her. She simply could not recognize the person in front of her.

The woman in his embrace held onto his clothes tightly. At this moment, he was the only person she could rely on in this vast snow-white world. She only wanted to hold on tightly to him and never let go.

She let herself lie in his arms and cried, "Why did I have to leave … I... You tell me. Xiao Yan... Why don't you want me? I'm. I'm the only one left. "I'm on my own …"

Xiao Yan closed his eyes, sighed with pity, and comforted her, "And me. I didn't leave you. "

Qiao Mo cried until she was in a mess, her mind was a mess. With her hazy eyes, she suddenly looked at the person who was hugging her, tightly grabbing onto the collar of his overcoat, and unceasingly asked: "Who are you … "And who are you …"

Xiao Yan touched Qiao Mo's small face that was completely white and red, and placed his forehead against hers. His aura gushed out on her face, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I'm Xiao Mo's husband."

Qiao Mo frowned, as if she had discovered a new continent, and pulled his collar even tighter. Her entire body crawled on it, and almost pushed Xiao Yan down into the snow.

As she sized him up, she continued to ask: "Are you Qiao Mo's husband? Are you really...? Little Mo's husband … It's not that I don't want to … Did she? Why … Why are we here? "

Xiao Yan's heart seemed to have been grabbed by a big hand, and pulled fiercely downwards. The dull pain made him press his hand on the back of Qiao Mo's head, and lightly kiss her pale white lips that carried the fragrance of alcohol, and then, uncontrollably, pressed on the back of her head, aggravating this kiss.

In the distance, Huo Xing stood there with his hands exposed to the air. He was completely oblivious to the cold as he looked at the lovers in the snow. Finally, he turned his back on them.

… ….

The tears on her face had already been kissed away by Xiao Yan, so Xiao Yan asked in a tired and hoarse voice, in order to let her trust him and go back with him.

If you stay here, you'll freeze to death.

"Only Little Mo's husband can do this, right?"

Qiao Mo nodded helplessly, then looked at him with her eyes wide open, as if she could see the outline of something. Finally, she reached out her hands and wrapped them around his neck, then started crying.

"Don't go … "Don't go..."

Ah Yan, don't go.

She buried her face in his warm embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Alright, I'm not going. Little Mo, can you go back and sleep with your husband?"

Qiao Mo shook her head with all her might, "Don't … "Don't go back!"

Xiao Yan caressed her small face and asked patiently, "What happened? "Why don't you go back?"

Qiao Mo's gaze was fixated on him, and tears were streaming down her face. "If we go back … Ah Yan... Ah Yan is gone …. "

Xiao Yan coaxed her, and held her small hands. They were ice-cold and bone-piercing, and he really couldn't stay here any longer, "Ah Yan will definitely not miss his, Ah Yan will definitely hug Xiao Mo and go back, okay?"

As if he had bewitched Qiao Mo, she finally could not resist anymore. Blinking her hazy eyes, long eyelashes were covered in crystal clear tears as she heavily nodded at him.

Xiao Yan wanted to hug her, but Qiao Mo suddenly reached out her hands as if she was acting spoiled and impatiently hugged her.

In his heart, Xiao Yan allowed Qiao Mo to wrap his arms around his neck. He supported her slightly cumbersome body like a kangaroo, which had been pregnant for six months, and hung her on his chest.

Qiao Mo's little hand followed the warmth and entered his neck.

… ….

Xiao Yan carried Qiao Mo in the snow, and walked to Huo Xing's side. Qiao Mo's entire face was buried in his chest.

Xiao Yan said indifferently: "I'll take Qiao Mo to the hotel."

Huo Xing led the way, while Xiao Yan intimately walked behind while carrying his wife and children.