After the two finished breakfast, Fu Nancheng directly took Qiao Mo to a taxi.
Qiao Mo was as excited as a child. Thinking about it, she and him have been together for quite so ti, but it seems like they haven’t really gone out to play together.
Looking at the exotic scenery outside the window, her mind was emptied of thoughts of the design competition, feeling indescribably at ease.
"Fu Nancheng, where are we going first!" Qiao Mo asked excitedly, not knowing the plan for today’s itinerary at all.
But it seed like as long as he was around, she didn’t need to worry.
Fu Nancheng checked his watch, speaking in a deep voice: "Ti is too tight; we probably won’t be able to visit many places."
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, still a bit unwilling: "What ti is your flight."
"Three in the afternoon."
Upon hearing that, Qiao Mo instantly wilted like a bruised eggplant, her head drooping.
It’s already past eleven o’clock now. Taking into account ti on the road to the airport, there really aren’t many places left to visit.
Gently holding his large hand, she felt sowhat aggrieved.
But this matter couldn’t be blad on him; rather, she should bla herself.
Qiao Mo thought in annoyance, if only she had slept a little less this morning, she would’ve had more ti to take in the local sights with him, to wander around and explore.
Fu Nancheng kept her expression in his view, saying nothing.
With a light sigh, Qiao Mo seriously continued to look at the scenery outside the window. After all, she was in Italy for the first ti in her life, and although she hadn’t been out to explore, everything she saw here felt fresh.
More than forty minutes later, the car stopped at the airport.
Qiao Mo was a bit dumbfounded, feeling uneasy after following him out of the car: "Why... are we here at the airport so soon?"
Fu Nancheng checked his watch: "It’s twelve thirty now, if I stay with you any longer I’ll have to leave."
Qiao Mo’s eyes reddened, lightly biting her lip, feeling indescribably reluctant, her hands clutching his arms without a word.
"See off inside, okay?" he gently asked.
She said nothing, following his steps with her head down, walking silently into the airport.
When he stopped at the security checkpoint, Qiao Mo’s eyes reddened even more as she buried her head into his embrace: "You jerk, you clearly said you’d take to have fun."
He tapped her nose: "Aren’t you competing anymore."
Qiao Mo turned her face aside, saying nothing, she didn’t care, she just wasn’t happy...
She only just saw him last night, and now after only half a day he’s leaving.
"Be good, it’ll be over in about a week."
"Okay..."
Qiao Mo responded lightly, Fu Nancheng checked the ti, turned, and walked towards the security checkpoint.
Seeing him walk away without looking back, not even a proper farewell, Qiao Mo looked at his retreating figure, stamping her foot in anger: "Bastard!"
Tears flowed uncontrollably, her hand gently touching her belly: "Daddy’s a jerk, right!"
But just as she lowered her head to wipe her tears, a large hand landed on her face: "Already a mom, yet crying more and more."
Qiao Mo was stunned, staring distracted at him: "You... didn’t you leave?"
"Well, I forgot sothing."
"What?"
"You."
Without waiting for Qiao Mo to react, he dragged her towards the security checkpoint.
"Wha... what are you doing? I don’t have my passport." Qiao Mo froze.
"I brought it for you."
Upon hearing that, Qiao Mo was conflicted, she didn’t want him to leave and wanted to go back with him, but... but there’s still the competition, which is only halfway through.
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