Why does she have to leave? He has a fiancée, it should be him moving out!
Thinking this way, Qiao Mo took all his clothes out of the wardrobe, opened the door, and tossed them out without a second thought.
It has to be said, a woman’s destructive power is always astonishing.
Within less than ten minutes of Qiao Mo walking in, the previously tidy and clean room was in complete disarray, with wardrobe doors wide open, room door ajar, and clothes and shoes scattered all over the floor...
Qiao Mo simply sat on the floor, rummaging through the wardrobe.
"His..."
Throw!
"His..."
Throw!
"Still his..."
She casually tossed one of his pants into the other room.
At this point, the already small room was piled up with small mountains everywhere, with the man’s clothes haphazardly stacked together.
Half an hour later, Qiao Mo had piled almost everything related to Fu Nancheng in front of the door, and several cabinets had been completely emptied.
Qiao Mo let out a soft breath, finally feeling a bit more comfortable.
Since he already has a fiancée, why is he still living with her?
He should go back to his villa!
He’s not welco here!
Sitting alone on the floor for a long ti, Qiao Mo finally cald down a bit.
Because the door was open, she could clearly hear the sounds in the hallway.
It seed like this pile of things had attracted quite a few of the neighbors’ attention.
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, suddenly filled with regret.
His... his clothes, belts, and all that... they must be expensive, right?
She had thrown them all out; what if he got angry and asked her to pay for them?
At the thought of this, Qiao Mo began to regret it again, hurriedly ran out, and without any backbone, picked up all the clothes once more.
After closing the door tightly, she suddenly realized.
The apartnt was rented by Fu Nancheng...
What right did she have to kick him out?
Qiao Mo chuckled at herself, how could she be so foolish, even thinking about driving him away?
Even if soone should leave, it should be her...
She really was muddled, clearly ant to pack her own things, yet ended up forgetting and packing his instead.
Qiao Mo’s eyes were a bit sore, and her movents slowed down.
She no longer bothered with his things, silently starting to pack up her own.
Since she had only moved in recently, she didn’t have many belongings, so in less than half an hour, she was done packing.
She stood in place, silently looking around.
The chaotic scene was anything but picturesque.
Checking the ti, he wouldn’t be back for a while, so Qiao Mo made herself a cup of coffee, without milk or sugar, the dark, intense color seed significant.
She took a sip, but couldn’t drink any more.
The rich bitterness spread in her mouth, though aromatic, was unbearably bitter.
She truly didn’t like this taste.
Sitting at the table, she moved the coffee aside, took out paper and pen, and began to write slowly.
She thought, since she was leaving, she should at least say sothing to prevent him from thinking she had been kidnapped, causing a city-wide commotion.
Fu Nancheng’s na, written slowly, each stroke seeming to evoke mories of the past six months.
These six months felt like a dream.
But dreams always have to end one day, don’t they?
After finishing the letter, Qiao Mo went online to check her account information, she had specifically communicated with the sales clerk when leaving Longchang Building, asking Longchang’s finance to expedite her share to her.
After confirming, Qiao Mo transferred another 25 million to the card she had previously returned to Fu Nancheng, making it a total of 50 million.
By the ti she was done, it was almost 3 p.m.
She hastily folded the letter, placed it in an envelope, and tucked in the bank card.
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