Thinking this way, her restless heart gradually cald down.
Maybe, she should really have more faith in him, maybe, he truly only felt indebted to Qiao Yun.
Qiao Mo let out a soft sigh, leaned into his embrace, gently rubbed against him, and started to feel at ease.
Fu Nancheng’s large hand fell on her shoulder, and he kissed her hair.
...
Nobody knew how much ti had passed, but the plane slowly landed in Jiang City, and they went ho together.
At this ti, only three days were left until the wedding, which made Qiao Mo both ecstatic and nervous.
After resting for a day, she went to visit Qiao Dehou again.
She stayed by the bedside, looking at the slightly thinner Qiao Dehou, and gently held his hand, "Dad, why haven’t you woken up yet?"
"I’m about to get married, don’t you want to walk down the aisle with ?"
Qiao Dehou remained in deep sleep, unable to give any response.
"Speaking of, my marriage with Fu Nancheng hasn’t even gotten your approval yet, but if you continue not waking up, our grandchild will soon be here."
Qiao Mo talked to herself for a long ti, until she heard the sound of footsteps.
Raising her eyes, she saw it was Qin Zhaoran and several other doctors.
Qiao Mo quickly got up, "Doctor Qin, how is my dad?"
Qin Zhaoran nodded, "He was injected with a drug that causes a comatose state. The components of the drug have now been analyzed, and we’re working on preparing the antidote. Once prepared, it will undergo testing to ensure safety, and then it will be administered to your father."
A hint of joy flashed in Qiao Mo’s eyes, "Then can he wake up by then?"
"Yes, if all goes well, he should be able to."
"So... how much longer?"
Qin Zhaoran thought for a mont, "About two to three months."
Qiao Mo’s eyes turned slightly red and moist as she looked at the man on the hospital bed, "Dad, when you wake up, can you na your grandchild?"
The silent Qiao Dehou gave no response, but Qin Zhaoran’s words brought a glimr of hope to Qiao Mo.
Her biggest concern now was Qiao Dehou, and if he could wake up, she could finally rest easy.
After leaving the hospital, Qiao Mo went to Fu Nancheng’s company.
She planned to interview Mr. Fu about his feelings, since the wedding was just two days away, she wanted to know if he was as excited as she was.
Perhaps because she had been there so many tis, all the company’s employees recognized her.
She went through unimpeded, directly to his office.
To her surprise, his office door was unlocked, but he was not there.
Qiao Mo walked around his desk twice after entering, finally sitting in his boss chair, imitating his usual posture.
Just then, a knock on the door sounded.
Qiao Mo imdiately stood up from the chair, feeling a bit embarrassed.
’Knock knock...’ The knocking continued, and Qiao Mo hesitated, thinking about calling soone in, but she felt inexplicably shy about it being his office.
After trying to speak a few tis, she finally went to the door and opened it herself.
"Secretary Zhuo... why are you..."
"Miss Qiao, I heard soone say you ca by, so I wanted to see if you needed anything." Zhuo Lin was extrely polite, afraid to neglect Qiao Mo.
Qiao Mo stepped aside to let him in, shook her head, and asked, "Where did Fu Nancheng go?"
Zhuo Lin’s face looked a bit awkward, "Uh... The president..."
"Is he in a eting?" Qiao Mo asked again.
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