Qiao Mo thought for a long ti, almost using all the ti on the plane to ponder over this matter.
But even so, she still couldn’t co up with any evidence.
Suspicion was ultimately just suspicion, yet she was unwilling to speculate about her friend in this way, so she had to put the matter aside.
...
Since Fu Nancheng didn’t know she suddenly ca back, he didn’t co to pick her up.
Qiao Mo took a taxi directly back to Nanshan Villa, took a shower, tidied up, and asked the housekeeper to prepare a table of food, then began to wait for him to co back.
The sky gradually darkened, probably because she hadn’t rested well recently.
Around seven in the evening, Qiao Mo fell asleep curled up on the sofa.
When Fu Nancheng ca back and noticed the bedroom light on, he paused for a mont, then softly entered the room.
The wall lamp behind the sofa was on, and the television was playing a family movie.
The little woman he hadn’t seen for a long ti had her hair down, curled up adorably, sleeping soundly.
He gently sat by the sofa, tucked the blanket around her, and gazed at her for a long ti, his eyes filled with a trace of affection.
It was more than ten minutes before he stood up again.
Just as he was about to take a shower, a small hand suddenly grabbed his big hand.
He looked back, eting her sleepy eyes.
"Don’t go..." Qiao Mo spoke softly.
He didn’t move, and the next mont, she climbed up from the sofa and tightly snuggled into his embrace.
He reached out to catch her, a trace of complexity flickered in his eyes, and he asked in a deep voice, "When did you co back."
Qiao Mo remained silent, just holding him tightly like that.
He still had the familiar cool fragrance, but it made her feel especially warm. The fatigue and unease of recent days gradually settled in this instant.
After a while, Qiao Mo finally woke up from her drowsiness, looked up at him, and said, "Surprised?"
He reached out and patted her head, a hint of indulgence flashing in his eyes: "Ca back without a word, just to surprise ?"
"Mm!" Qiao Mo nodded heavily, just a bit annoyed that she had fallen asleep while waiting.
"Gift." He gazed at her, his thin lips softly uttering two words.
Qiao Mo was taken aback... gift...
What gift?
His deep black eyes were silent, patiently waiting.
Qiao Mo laughed awkwardly at him, only then recalling that she had promised to bring him a gift when she left, but... but after the plagiarism storm arose, she was eager to return ho and completely forgot about it.
"Ahem... you go take a shower first... I’ll give it to you when you co out." Qiao Mo got off the sofa, pushing him towards the bathroom.
As soon as she heard the water running in the bathroom, she imdiately tiptoed and opened both suitcases, beginning to rummage through them.
Gift... gift...
She had completely forgotten this matter, who would have thought he still rembered!
The two relatively neat suitcases were soon turned into a ss by Qiao Mo, most of their contents being things she had brought with her, clothes, costics, and shoes...
Where could she magically conjure up a gift for him?
As ti ticked by, Qiao Mo was covered in a light sheen of sweat.
Imagine, when Fu Nancheng cos out, if she has nothing to show for it, how mortifying that would be.
Rummaging through... continuously throwing things from the suitcase out, fervently hoping to magically produce the gift he ntioned.
She picked up a 200-ml bottle, ready to toss it out as well, but then stopped.
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