"Not yours?"
"Mm."
"I thought you were in a hurry to marry ... or soone else." He spoke slowly, his gaze dark and indistinct.
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, and she changed the topic: "Are you staying here tonight?"
He looked up at her, the aning was obvious.
"The bed’s not big enough, it won’t fit two people." Qiao Mo spoke again.
He said lightly, "Then I’ll sleep below, you sleep above, save space."
"..."
Qiao Mo frowned, "But I still have a lot of work."
"I won’t disturb you."
"With you here, I can’t focus."
He lowered his head and kissed her fragrant shoulder again, slowly saying, "Then do sothing that can make you focus."
"Fu Nancheng, you should go." Qiao Mo glanced at the ti, it was nearing eight o’clock. She couldn’t let him stay today.
"Are you coming with ? Hm?" He spoke in a deep voice.
Qiao Mo didn’t respond, he said again, "If you don’t want to stay here, we can go ho."
"Or I can book a hotel... the kind with a big bed."
The warm breath on her made her ticklish, Qiao Mo’s cheeks flushed slightly, pushing him away, escaping into the bathroom: "I’ll go take a shower..."
After rushing into the bathroom, Qiao Mo was breathing heavily.
But the bathroom door happened to be broken, making her feel even less secure.
After calming down for a while, a complex look flashed in Qiao Mo’s eyes, hesitated for a mont, took out her phone and sent a ssage to Xie Qinghuan, casting her eyes down lightly, feeling sowhat agitated.
Qiao Mo dawdled in the bathroom for a long ti, almost an hour before coming out.
The lingering intimacy in the room had dissipated, she changed into pajamas, wiping her hair, he sat on the sofa flipping through a magazine, she walked over without saying a word.
Qiao Mo opened the cake, the bowl of noodles from before was almost entirely eaten by him, she was indeed a bit hungry.
Before long, there was another knock on the door.
Fu Nancheng frowned slightly, Qiao Mo got up to open the door.
"Xiao Mo..."
"Qinghuan."
"I left a docunt here, I need it for tomorrow." Xie Qinghuan arrived in a hurry.
"Is it that interview draft? I’ll get it for you." Qiao Mo turned around and went into the bedroom, bringing out a docunt.
Xie Qinghuan took it, placing his right hand under the docunt, secretly slipping a small packet to Qiao Mo, who quickly took it and then tucked it into the pocket of her pajamas, her expression unchanged.
"I’ll be going then."
Xie Qinghuan looked at her, hesitated to speak, finally said nothing, just nodded and turned to leave.
After closing the door, Qiao Mo walked back to the coffee table, took the wine and said, "Want to drink?"
"Mm."
Qiao Mo glanced at him, took the bottle and walked to the kitchen, without stemware, she found two transparent glass cups.
After pouring a little wine into each cup, she quietly glanced at the man on the sofa.
Slightly turned her body, back facing him.
Qiao Mo took out the small packet of powder from her pajama pocket, hands trembling as she poured the powder into the glass with more wine, then crumpled the packaging into a small ball and threw it in the trash, swirling the cup slightly.
The white powder floating on top quickly dissolved, leaving only the wine-red liquid in the cup, exuding a faint wine aroma, showing no sign of anything unusual.
Qiao Mo exhaled lightly, taking the cup back to the coffee table, placing the fuller one in front of him, holding her own cup and taking a drink first.
"Are you really not leaving? I really don’t have space for you." She sighed, speaking again.
Fu Nancheng didn’t answer her, glanced at the cup in front of him, ambiguously said, "Pouring so much, are you trying to make lose control after drinking?"
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