He chuckled lightly, and Qiao Mo was dazed.
"Why... why are you laughing?"
As soon as she finished speaking, her waist tightened, and she was abruptly pulled against him.
He grabbed her wrist with one hand and wrapped the other around her slender waist, fiercely capturing her lips.
Qiao Mo was montarily stunned; she never expected that he would suddenly do this at such a mont...
The softness on her lips, his cool lips pressed forcefully against hers.
Qiao Mo’s small face instantly turned crimson, as she hurriedly reached out to push him away, propping herself up slightly.
Less than an inch from his handso face, she could even clearly feel his scorching breath, daring not to et his eyes.
He held her slender waist tightly, indifferent to the pain in his back, allowing her to press against him, his gaze blazing as he stared at the woman on top of him.
"Let... let up."
Qiao Mo struggled slightly, seeing a crowd gathering around them, her face grew even more flushed.
No one expected that instead of letting her go, he held the back of her head and kissed her small mouth again, making her lips tingle.
Thinking of how she let another woman get close to him just now, Fu Nancheng felt a bit dissatisfied, making the kiss even more domineering.
Until soone in the surrounding crowd started clapping, leading to a burst of applause.
He reluctantly let her go, whispering in her ear, "Little heartless thing..."
Qiao Mo’s face was burning hot, her heart racing, quickly climbing off of him, helping him sit up.
As soon as he moved, a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened: "How is it? Is it hurting anywhere..."
He looked at her indifferently, without saying a word.
Witnessing this scene, Shen Tingting’s face twisted slightly, as skilled as she was at hiding her emotions, her expression was now terribly ugly.
Fu Nancheng... Fu Nancheng!
This man was indeed the most enigmatic presence in Jiang City.
He was the rumored man capable of turning the tides!
Qiao Mo... Qiao Mo!
Why is it always Qiao Mo!
Turns out they had known each other long ago, which made her believe he rely intervened by chance.
What exactly is their relationship...
How could she know a man like Fu Nancheng!
Shen Tingting swallowed her grievances, stepping forward trying to hold his arm: "Mr. Fu, are you feeling better? Is there anywhere else that feels uncomfortable?"
The people around, including two doctors and several individuals who were previously with Fu Nancheng on the viewing platform, directed their gazes at Shen Tingting, fluctuating between her and Qiao Mo, contemplating their relationships with Fu Nancheng.
Fu Nancheng didn’t spare her a glance, turned to the side, and instead looked at Qiao Mo.
Qiao Mo paused, quickly reaching out to support him.
Shen Tingting’s charming face turned even uglier, her gaze venomous as she looked at Qiao Mo.
The foreign man who had accompanied Fu Nancheng earlier quickly stepped forward apologetically: "Mr. Fu... rest assured, we will certainly provide an explanation for this incident."
"Hmm." He responded blandly, his eyes turning cold at the thought.
Qiao Mo’s horse must have been drugged!
But who on earth would resort to such a vicious thod to harm her!
"Mr. Fu, are you okay?" Shen Tingting didn’t give up, speaking with concern again.
Fu Nancheng finally glanced at her, his expression indifferent, assessing the woman before him.
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