A few seconds later, she turned to Xie Qinghuan: "Qinghuan, do you think he won’t back out?"
"Enough, what on earth does that little brain of yours think about all day?"
The two nestled on the sofa, and Xie Qinghuan found a cody film. They laughed heartily, and Qiao Mo’s mood improved considerably.
"Sleep." Seeing it was almost midnight, considering Qiao Mo was pregnant, Xie Qinghuan didn’t insist on keeping her up.
After all, Qiao Mo was pampered since childhood, with lots of quirks. Any headache or fever could be a big deal.
The room lights were turned off, pitch black.
However, neither of them seed able to sleep, so they started chatting aimlessly.
Not knowing how much ti had passed, just as Qiao Mo was about to drift off, the phone suddenly rang.
She imdiately sat up reflexively, grabbing the phone. Seeing the number on it, she felt slightly relieved.
"Hello..."
"Where are you?"
It was his voice, sowhat deep.
"At Qinghuan’s." Qiao Mo said softly.
There was a mont of silence on the other side before he spoke again: "I’ll co to pick you up."
Qiao Mo looked at the ti, it was almost two: "You... just got back?"
"Yes."
Upon hearing the response, Qiao Mo suddenly did not have the courage to ask further.
After a long silence, Qiao Mo finally said, "I’ll co back tomorrow. Get so rest when you’re ho."
He frowned slightly, "Then I’ll pick you up at ten tomorrow morning."
"Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Qiao Mo felt slightly more at ease and gradually fell asleep.
Early the next morning, Xie Qinghuan left for work.
Qiao Mo lazed in bed until after nine before getting up to tidy herself. Although Xie Qinghuan left in a hurry, she still made her a sandwich and milk.
After heating the milk, she had only taken a few bites when the phone rang.
"Hello?" Her voice was still sowhat lazy, as if she hadn’t fully awoken.
"Awake?"
"Uh... having breakfast."
"I’m downstairs, waiting for you." Fu Nancheng said in a deep voice.
"Okay..."
Hearing he was already downstairs, Qiao Mo perked up a bit, moving more swiftly.
After ten minutes, she hadn’t had ti to tidy up Qinghuan’s place before she hurried downstairs.
Fu Nancheng’s car was parked downstairs, a black Bentley, understated yet conspicuous.
Qiao Mo opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat; he was driving, so there was no chauffeur.
Qiao Mo sneaked a glance at him, sohow, even though it was just one night apart, it felt sowhat awkward.
Thinking about it, she figured it was probably because she was keeping sothing to herself.
Fu Nancheng’s dark eyes glanced lightly over her small face, with a hint of bloodshot: "Why did you decide to visit here?"
"Um... just wanted to catch up with Qinghuan before the wedding, since it’s been a while." Qiao Mo said softly, eyes lowered slightly.
He said nothing more, but soon a fresh scent filled the air.
Qiao Mo looked up; he had already turned sideways and was carefully fastening her seatbelt, the action gentle.
Qiao Mo looked at his side profile, sowhat lost in thought. His cheeks were still stern, but his gaze was focused, seemingly unaffected by the multitude of emotions and changes within her heart.
"What’s wrong?" Sensing her gaze, he looked up at her.
Qiao Mo shook her head but inadvertently saw the bloodshot in his eyes, then softly said, "Did you work late last night?"
"Yes." He seed reluctant to discuss the topic more as he started the car.
"Do you want to eat sothing else?" He turned to look at her.
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