"It’s definitely praiseworthy to have only in your heart. But if I’m the only one in your eyes, it ans your eyes are having issues. You should go to the hospital and have the doctor check your eyes. Be good." Xie Qinghuan reached out and patted his cheek.
The man felt a bit awkward, but facing Xie Qinghuan, this thorny rose, he could only laugh dryly.
They walked quite a distance, yet the two n were still persistently following. It was starting to annoy Xie Qinghuan.
"Keep following and see if I don’t peel a layer off you!" Xie Qinghuan’s eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness. She hated these spoiled brats who relied on their parents, thinking that having a bit of money ant all won should fawn over them.
Qiao Mo watched the scene from afar and found it amusing. It was only a few minutes later that Xie Qinghuan finally shook off the two n and walked over to her.
"Our Qinghuan is still as popular as ever." Qiao Mo reached out and gave her a big hug.
Xie Qinghuan laughed, "How can I compare to you, the bride? I’ve heard that your wedding will be the talk of Jiang City."
They chatted all the way into the room.
After returning ho, Qiao Mo casually sat around while Xie Qinghuan took a shower, changed into pajamas, and ca out with a mask on her face. She looked softer and cuter than usual.
"So, are you staying over today? I wonder if your Mr. Fu will be willing to let you go."
Too lazy to cook, they ordered so food and sat around the coffee table, eating while watching TV and chatting casually.
It wasn’t until nearly seven o’clock that Qiao Mo looked up at the clock on the wall, seeming a bit absent-minded.
"Ouch... that hurts..."
Suddenly, her cheek was pinched by Xie Qinghuan, pulling her face close: "What are you daydreaming about?"
Qiao Mo hesitated for a mont before whispering, "Fu Nancheng hasn’t called yet. He must not be ho."
"Tut tut tut... You haven’t even married yet, and you’re already acting like a little wife. Who knows what you’ll be like once you’re married." Xie Qinghuan teased.
"It’s not that, he went to see Qiao Yun this afternoon." Qiao Mo pouted slightly.
Xie Qinghuan paused for a mont.
She knew about Qiao Yun and Yang Peiyun’s situation. To her, Qiao Yun was just a manipulative woman, and Yang Peiyun didn’t seem like a good person either.
However, seeing that Qiao Mo wasn’t particularly close to both of them, she just made a comnt and didn’t say much more.
After all, it’s not very considerate to speak ill of soone’s mother and sister, no matter the circumstances.
"Alright, sis will make the decision. You’re staying over at my place tonight. Let our Young Master Fu experience the feeling of being alone."
With that, she took out a set of pajamas for Qiao Mo.
Qiao Mo looked at the deep blue nightgown and couldn’t help but say, "This neckline is way too low. Who are you planning to seduce at ho?"
"Sis calls it self-appreciation, don’t you get it? If you’ve got it, flaunt it."
A flock of crows flew over Qiao Mo’s head, and after taking a shower, she changed into Qinghuan’s pajamas.
Qinghuan’s job kept her busy, so Qiao Mo sat by herself watching TV and eating fruit.
But obviously, she remained a bit distracted.
It’s already nine thirty, and he still isn’t back?
Has he been with Qiao Yun all this ti, or did he have other work after seeing her?
Half an hour later, Xie Qinghuan closed her laptop and sat beside her, "Still thinking about it."
"How could I not? I can’t even explain it. I just feel unsettled," Qiao Mo muttered to herself.
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