Lu Moqing buried his face in Qiao Xu’s hair, muffledly complaining: "I just feel like you don’t care about ."
Qiao Xu: "..."
"Lu Moqing, enough!"
"Not enough!"
The muffled voice ca from above her head. Qiao Xu felt that Lu Moqing hugged her tighter.
"So tell , do you care about or not?"
Like a child, he started to pester her relentlessly, making Qiao Xu unable to resist the urge to kick him.
"Lu Moqing..."
"Answer ."
The muffled voice carried a bit of dominant stubbornness, as if he wouldn’t be satisfied unless he got a definite answer from Qiao Xu.
"I care, I care, okay? Now let go."
Not knowing if Lu Moqing was satisfied with her answer, he really let her go.
"Then I’m leaving."
"Where to?"
Qiao Xu unconsciously blurted out the question.
"Going to San Francisco, the airplane is waiting on the apron."
Only then did Qiao Xu rember that Lu Moqing had co from afar to help her deal with things, and there were still many things waiting for him to handle in the United States.
Thinking that he had been flying for 26 hours and then helped her with so many things without any rest,
Now it’s noon, almost 9 pm in San Francisco. By the ti he flies to San Francisco, it’ll be just past 1 pm local ti, and he’ll have to start working right away.
Thinking about this, Qiao Xu felt a bit distressed in her heart.
But she also knew that the situation in San Francisco was urgent, and she couldn’t let him delay any longer, so she didn’t ask him to stay.
"Then try to sleep more on the plane."
Only at this mont did she notice his sowhat disheveled appearance, with a faint circle of stubble on his chin and red bloodshot eyes. It was evident that he hadn’t closed his eyes during the ten-plus hours he flew back from the United States.
Was it because he was worried about her?
Considering this possibility, she couldn’t help feeling upset.
Lu Moqing detected the hidden distress in Qiao Xu’s simple admonishnt. His gloomy mood instantly lifted.
"Alright."
He raised his hand and roughly tousled her hair, unable to resist giving a kiss on the tip of her nose. "Rember to eat when I’m not around and take good care of yourself."
"I know, it’s just a few days."
Qiao Xu put on an impatient look, pushing away his big hand resting on her head.
Just then, the doorbell rang again.
Qiao Xu took the opportunity to break free from him and opened the door to see Jiang Hao standing outside. "Madam, is the president here?"
"He..."
Before Qiao Xu could speak, Lu Moqing had already walked up behind her.
"President, the plane is ready."
"Hmm."
"President, I’ll go downstairs and wait for you first."
Jiang Hao looked at his boss’s unwilling face for parting with his wife and very consciously suggested going downstairs first.
Thinking about it, he had finally managed to win his wife back, just like a teenage boy who had just won over the girl he liked.
At least he had to be reluctant to part with her, looking back three steps at a ti, and have an 18-mile farewell journey together.
As a qualified assistant, how could Jiang Hao’s old mother make a mistake in this common sense? So before his own boss could speak, he already left like a wild horse that had broken free.
The San Francisco project had been delayed for so ti and had to be handled personally by Lu Moqing. Plus, the round trip this ti had delayed him even more, so even if he wanted to bring his wife to the United States, he couldn’t afford to wait any longer.
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