Xiao i’s heart was pounding wildly; she never imagined she’d have a chance to encounter such a handso man.
But before her hand could touch his lapel, Fu Nancheng’s gaze fell upon her face, deep and cold.
Xiao i’s heart tightened, inexplicably breaking out in a cold sweat, instinctively retreating a few steps and swallowing hard.
"You co here." Fu Nancheng looked at Qiao Mo, speaking coldly.
Qiao Mo still kept her head down, staring hard at her toes, striving to pretend she hadn’t heard anything.
Beside her, Sister Yang imdiately reached out and pulled her: "He’s calling you!"
Qiao Mo realized she couldn’t avoid it any longer, slowly raising her head and shuffling her steps to stand before him.
Doesn’t he have hands himself? What a pretentious act...
Does he need help to take off his clothes?
Qiao Mo stopped in front of him, daring not to look up at him; her fair hands fell on his suit jacket’s lapel, moving slowly, bit by bit, helping him take it off.
His gaze always rested on her face, sowhat cold, yet more unfathomable.
Qiao Mo felt a tingling sensation all over from his gaze, feeling as if he’d bore a hole through the top of her head.
After helping him remove the suit, she held his coat and stepped aside, still keeping her head down without speaking.
Sister Yang stepped forward intending to asure him, but Fu Nancheng raised a hand to point, speaking coldly: "Let her do it."
Sister Yang froze for a mont, a bit of doubt growing inside her, but she deftly handed the tape asure to Qiao Mo.
Qiao Mo clutched the tape asure, standing motionless, quietly saying: "I don’t know how."
Xiao i was initially a bit jealous, but seeing she didn’t want to seize this great opportunity, she imdiately said: "I’ll do it then..."
At once snatched the tape asure from Qiao Mo’s hand, walking up to Fu Nancheng.
Fu Nancheng’s gaze remained on Qiao Mo, showing so impatience, his thin lips slightly parted: "I said let her do it."
Xiao i stiffened all over, stuck in place, caught in a dilemma. The mont was especially awkward.
Qiao Mo let out a soft breath, finally taking the tape asure from Xiao i’s hand, stepping forward...
Just asuring... isn’t it just asuring... won’t lose a piece of at!
Standing before him, after asuring his shoulder width and arm width... the tape asure slowly slid down, landing on his slender waist.
One hand extended the tape asure behind him, while the other gently wrapped around to bring the tape asure’s end forward, coupled with bending slightly, her whole small face seed to press against his waist and abdon, her hands more like a hug around him.
Qiao Mo’s cheeks flushed slightly, feeling sowhat uncomfortable.
But the more nervous she beca, the more mistakes she made; just after finishing asuring, before she could record the data, the tape asure fell to the ground.
She quickly bent down to pick up the tape asure, but a foot stepped on one end of the tape asure, her attempts to tug futile as it remained trapped under his foot.
"Fu... Mr..." Qiao Mo looked up at him, swallowing his na back abruptly. Yet in that instant, she felt a bit dazed.
Hadn’t she always been more accustod to calling him Mr. Fu?
Why did it seem like she gradually beca more accustod to calling him by his na...
Upon hearing her, Fu Nancheng casually moved his foot away, allowing Qiao Mo to pick up the tape asure, but she clearly felt a hint of his displeasure.
Since she hadn’t recorded the data earlier, she had to asure his waist again.
Her hands just lightly wrapped around his waist when she felt a wave of warmth by her ear.
"Tonight I’m coming to your place." He murmured beside her ear, the voice not loud, yet the heat sprayed onto her cochlea, tickling.
But hearing him, Qiao Mo’s knees weakened, nearly falling to the ground. Luckily, his large hand supported her waist, allowing her to stand steadily.
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