In the midst of her wandering thoughts, Qiao Mo gradually fell asleep.
Without the usual unease, she felt particularly stable, just warm, secure, and very comfortable.
Until her breathing beca even, Fu Nancheng slowly opened his eyes, kissed her forehead lightly, and then got up gently.
"Mmm..."
With just a slight movent, she furrowed her brows and let out a dissatisfied murmur, clutching one of his arms tightly.
He eased his movents a bit and whispered, "If you don’t let go, I can’t leave."
Not sure if she subconsciously heard his voice, but as soon as he spoke, she surprisingly let go of his arm, turned over, and showed no reluctance at all.
Fu Nancheng’s expression darkened a bit, what did this woman an by this?
As soon as he ntioned staying, she turned over and let go without a second thought... truly heartbreaking...
After kissing her forehead with indulgence in his eyes, he covered her with the quilt and then turned to leave.
...
The next morning, Qiao Mo groggily woke up, only to realize he had left soti without her knowing.
Although she felt a bit lost not seeing his figure, thinking about how he left as promised even though she was asleep, her heart couldn’t help but feel touched.
Hurriedly tidying up, she caught sight of herself in the mirror covered in intertwined bruises, even her calves had patches.
Qiao Mo’s face darkened a bit more, so she had to put back the skirt she just took out and changed into a turtleneck and trousers.
Before she finished getting ready, her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Are you ready?"
"Not yet... what’s up?" Qiao Mo was a bit surprised he called her so early.
"I’m downstairs."
"Ah... huh?"
Qiao Mo hurried to the balcony, glanced down, and indeed saw him in a dark navy suit, one hand in his trouser pocket, standing in front of the car door looking in her direction. It attracted quite a bit of attention from passersby.
Qiao Mo’s face reddened slightly, "Why did you co so early?"
"To take you to breakfast."
"So nice?" Qiao Mo was sowhat skeptical, not expecting him to get up early just to take her for breakfast...
"I’ll be down in a mont."
Ten minutes later, Qiao Mo hurried downstairs, sowhat flustered.
Qiao Mo sat in the passenger seat, panting heavily. Lately, he had been driving, without a chauffeur, so she naturally sat in the passenger seat.
Fu Nancheng checked the ti and gently said, "We’re running late."
Qiao Mo also checked the ti, indeed, she followed her usual schedule, but changing clothes this morning took so extra ti, and not organizing the docunts the night before added to her delay. Even as she quickened her pace knowing he was coming, she was still late.
"I’ll wake you up tomorrow morning," Fu Nancheng spoke again.
"Oh... okay." Qiao Mo stuck out her tongue, uncertain if she could wake up.
"Are we still having breakfast today?" she asked softly, feeling a bit conflicted.
After all, no matter what, he made the effort to co over just to take her out for breakfast, yet she was running late, making Qiao Mo feel a bit guilty.
Fu Nancheng glanced at her lightly, driving while saying, "There’s breakfast made by Nanny Wang in the back seat."
Qiao Mo was taken aback, "Huh? You brought breakfast?"
"Yeah, I was worried you wouldn’t have ti to prepare."
Qiao Mo turned around and saw a thermos and several insulated boxes on the back seat.
After taking out the breakfast and checking, it was porridge, two fried eggs, and six stead buns.
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