No one understands better than him that the last ti at the hotel, even though he was terribly angry at Qiao Mo and Jiang Jinghao sleeping together, he still only let Fifteen do it.
Because Fifteen had been with him the longest and knew the limits, even the injuries left on Jiang Jinghao were far less shocking than they appeared, and even his hand that was supposedly broken was actually just dislocated.
...
Ti flew by, and before long it was lunchti.
Qiao Mo still sat motionlessly on the ground by the sofa, ignoring the shards of glass scattered around her clothes and dress.
Her gaze was fixed on her phone, so intently that her eyes were painfully sore from staring too long and too hard.
Soon, the sound of the door opening was heard.
Qiao Mo still showed no reaction.
Fifteen walked in with a tray of food and placed it on the coffee table near her, then turned around and left without a word.
Looking at the steaming food, Qiao Mo only found it laughable.
Jing Hao’s life or death was uncertain in the operating room, and he wouldn’t even let her see him once, yet he expected her to be grateful to him for a al!
With a ’bang!’, not waiting for Fifteen to leave the bedroom.
Qiao Mo raised her hand and overturned the food, creating a ssy pile.
Fifteen frowned and walked away.
Before long, he returned with another tray of food, once again placing it in front of Qiao Mo without a word.
But this ti, before he could set it down steadily, Qiao Mo knocked it over again, a hint of mockery in her eyes.
Was she a prisoner?
Was this house arrest...
Even als had to be delivered to her like this?
Fifteen acted like a robot, and after she knocked over the food, he soon brought another tray.
Qiao Mo once again unhesitatingly overturned the tray: "Take it away!"
"Let her smash it."
Just as Qiao Mo’s voice fell, a deep voice sounded from the doorway.
She turned to look with reddened eyes, but after a mont, withdrew her gaze and just stared at the phone silently.
Fu Nancheng walked in, stepping over the ss on the floor, and seeing the pieces of glass near her clothes, his brow slightly furrowed.
Fifteen left, and after a while, returned with another tray of food, but just as he placed it on the coffee table, Qiao Mo reached out to knock it over.
But before her fingers could touch the tray, a strong and slender hand gripped her wrist tightly, and Qiao Mo struggled a few tis, but couldn’t break free.
She looked at Fu Nancheng before her with reddened eyes, a hint of hatred in her eyes: "Let go of !"
His thin lips parted slightly, a hint of ferocity in his gaze: "Eat."
"Ha! I’m not eating. I don’t need your false sincerity! Fu Nancheng, do you know you’re really annoying!" Qiao Mo sneered, trying to pierce him with the sharpest words she could muster.
His gaze grew darker, with a hint of cruel redness: "Fine, if you skip a al, Qiao Dehou will skip a al with you. If you don’t eat for a day, Qiao Dehou will go hungry with you for a day! I’d like to see who can outlast whom!"
Hearing his threat, tears welled up in her eyes, staring at him speechless.
He snorted coldly, released her wrist, and turned to leave.
His sight fell on her phone, and with a slight bend, he picked it up.
Qiao Mo, who had just cald down, instantly jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, clutching his hand tightly: "Give back my phone!"
He just held the phone in his palm, unconsciously recalling the ssage Jiang Jinghao had sent to her before.
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