The banquet in the hall officially began, mostly to provide a platform for students of the design major to find opportunities for future developnt and collaboration.
So, the format of the banquet was very casual, with most people gathered in groups of threes and twos discussing sothing.
Although many people were relatively unfamiliar with each other, because of the common topic of design, they quickly beca acquainted.
When Qiao Mo returned backstage, Yu Qianxun couldn’t help but ask, "Xiao Mo, why didn’t your Mr. Fu co?"
Qiao Mo forced a smile, clearly a bit disappointed: "Maybe the company’s affairs were too busy to make it in ti."
Saying that, she entered the fitting room to change clothes, putting on a pair of flat shoes. She planned to go out and chat with several design companies and designers to see if any caught her interest, which would also make it easier to work there after graduation.
When Qiao Mo ca out with her trophy, a girl said, "Xiao Mo, soone is looking for you outside."
She was stunned for a mont and slowly walked out.
As soon as she stepped out of the backstage dressing room, she fell into an embrace. Fu Nancheng looked at the little thing in his arms and said in a low voice, "Congratulations."
At the mont she saw him, Qiao Mo slightly pouted her lips, not intending to pay him any attention.
"Mad?" he encircled her in his arms.
He had originally planned to be a bit late, but the ti should have been enough to return before the award ceremony.
Unexpectedly, there was a car accident leading to a traffic jam on the highway. Even after taking a detour, he was still late.
Tears welled up in Qiao Mo’s eyes, liar!
He had clearly promised to co, yet he only arrived now.
Qiao Mo didn’t want to seem like an unreasonable woman, appearing petty and immature, but she couldn’t help feeling wronged deep inside.
Seeing the tears in her eyes, Fu Nancheng felt a bit regretful.
He regretted going to the hospital to see Qiao Yun.
He just had a vague feeling that sothing wasn’t right, but couldn’t figure it out at the mont. So he planned to go explore.
He reached out to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes and kissed her forehead, "Shall I kneel on a washboard as punishnt at ho?"
"No way! What if you break the washboard, it’s expensive!" Qiao Mo said with red eyes, her voice soft. As she spoke, her tears fell.
Quite a few people were glancing over frequently, making her wish she could bury her head in his chest imdiately and hide her face.
Actually... she thought he must have had sothing coming up that delayed him, but she just wasn’t happy.
She didn’t even know where this little mood of hers ca from that just made her feel so aggrieved.
Fu Nancheng grabbed her wrist and pulled her to a corner, lowering his head to kiss her.
Qiao Mo turned her head away, her nose reddened as she choked, "Stay away from , don’t touch !"
Fu Nancheng still managed to hold her chin, enveloping her lips deeply in a kiss.
Qiao Mo couldn’t avoid it, just sobbed, gradually giving in to his kiss, finding it a bit hard to breathe.
"Shall I be punished with two months without touching you?" he whispered teasingly in her ear.
"You bastard!" Qiao Mo was quite angry.
She was already pregnant and couldn’t be touched. In two months, she’d be three months pregnant, at which ti it would be suitable to have intercourse. This wasn’t punishnt at all, just an unreasonable clause!
Fu Nancheng coaxed her for a long ti before Qiao Mo’s emotions finally cald down.
She nestled in his arms, slightly pouting her lips silently, her eyes still a little red.
"Fu Nancheng... are you hurt?" Qiao Mo suddenly asked after calming down, while scrutinizing him up and down.
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