Constantly comforting herself that this doesn’t necessarily an anything, yet her mood still uncontrollably plumted.
Qiao Mo thought, maybe Qiao Yun was ultimately a different existence in his heart.
Before long, Fu Nancheng pushed the door open and entered, glanced at her indifferently: "What are you thinking about?"
Qiao Mo looked up at him, eting his dark eyes with a hint of scrutiny in them, but in the end, she still chuckled lightly and said: "Thinking of nas for the baby."
"Nas?"
Fu Nancheng raised his eyebrows, seemingly hadn’t considered this question yet.
But it’s only been just over three months, so it’s still early.
However, he didn’t dampen Qiao Mo’s enthusiasm, handing her so fruit: "What have you thought of?"
"Um... Fu Ze... Fu You... Fu Rao... you choose." Qiao Mo blinked her big watery eyes, looking innocent.
Responsible? Rich? Prosperous?
Just the thought that the baby would be forced by his own mother to take responsibility for others right after birth, left a few black lines on Fu Nancheng’s forehead, is she really his biological mother?
And what’s with the rich and prosperous?
Do I, Fu Nancheng, look like I’m lacking money...
This little woman must be sincere in her mischief!
He reached out to pinch her little nose, only stopping when her nose tip turned red and she began to protest.
The two chatted idly for a while, Qiao Mo still didn’t ask Fu Nancheng about Qiao Yun.
After all, even if she asked, what could it change? Even if he had really agreed to accompany Qiao Yun for her surgery, or truly brought her a gift, it couldn’t prove anything.
Moreover, Qiao Mo thought. Maybe all of this was just one-sided wishful thinking from Qiao Yun.
After all, she hadn’t seen Fu Nancheng’s reply.
Qiao Mo incessantly made excuses and defenses for him in her heart, unwilling to believe he held anything different for Qiao Yun, thinking maybe it was truly because of her pregnancy that she beca sensitive and suspicious.
Since there were still a few hours to go, the two nestled together and picked out a movie to watch.
But coincidentally, only a few minutes after the movie started, his phone rang again.
Fu Nancheng picked up the phone and glanced at it, his fingers slightly moved, glanced at Qiao Mo, and replied with a few words.
Qiao Mo never looked at him, still focusing on the TV.
But she knew, the ssage must have been from Qiao Yun.
Not long after he put the phone back, it rang again, still a ssage.
He picked it up, glanced at it, and didn’t reply again.
Qiao Mo’s gaze stayed on the movie, seeming extraordinarily focused, yet she kept thinking about Qiao Yun’s ssages.
But annoyingly, the phone kept ringing nonstop.
In the span of half a movie, over a dozen ssages ca through.
Although Fu Nancheng didn’t reply to every ssage, each ti, Qiao Mo silently counted in her head until half an hour later.
Qiao Yun sent sixteen ssages, while he replied to seven.
Finally, at the seventeenth ssage, Qiao Mo couldn’t help but turn to him: "Who is it? It’s so noisy."
He furrowed his brow, kissed her cheek: "I’ll turn it off."
Saying that, he really turned off the phone, only after the screen went black did he put the phone back on the bedside.
Seeing this, Qiao Mo didn’t say anything more, but she felt a bit more at ease because of her words.
With no more ssage interruptions, the room returned to quietness.
Qiao Mo thought, maybe she shouldn’t be so sensitive and suspicious, thinking of the trip he carefully planned, thinking of his usual gentleness and pampering toward her, she felt maybe she should trust him.
Otherwise, he could easily have canceled this trip or even the wedding after Qiao Yun showed up, why bother going through so much trouble.
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