Early the next morning, looking at the breakfast on the table, she lost her appetite, hesitated for a mont, and called him again.
This ti, however, his phone was turned off.
Qiao Mo sent him a text ssage, asking him to call her back when he saw it.
But the ssage was like a stone sinking into the sea, never receiving any response.
In the blink of an eye, five days passed, and Qiao Mo couldn’t help but ask Uncle Zhong and Nanny Wang, even wondering if he might have co back while she was asleep.
But Nanny Wang confidently confird that he indeed hadn’t returned in those five days, it wasn’t her imagination.
She inquired about his situation from Uncle Zhong, who only said he was negotiating two cross-national projects recently, so he was flying back and forth, very busy. He would return after a while when he finished.
Qiao Mo’s heart felt a little more at ease, but she always felt that even if he was really so busy, he shouldn’t be unable to even give a greeting.
Until a week passed, Qiao Mo had gone from initial disappointnt and coldness to worry.
She thought she understood the man, even if he really had sothing going on, he wouldn’t not give her any news at all.
So Qiao Mo began to uncontrollably worry about him, even suspecting if sothing might have happened to him? Was he injured? t with so misfortune?
Or was it for so other reason... otherwise, why wouldn’t he even answer her calls? Disappearing so completely.
Qiao Mo eventually couldn’t sit still, seeing that her due date was approaching, she at least wanted to know sothing about him, to know he was safe.
Qiao Mo tidied up a bit, planning to go to the company to look around. Or see if she could run into Zhuo Lin and Fifteen, to ask them.
But as soon as Qiao Mo got to the door, Uncle Zhong blocked her: "Madam, you’re planning to go out?"
Qiao Mo nodded: "Yes, I’m worried, I plan to go to the company to ask about him."
Uncle Zhong said gently: "The young master is fine, you can rest assured, he will definitely be back before your due date."
Qiao Mo paused slightly, carefully scrutinizing Uncle Zhong in front of her, confidently said: "You know where he is."
Uncle Zhong said again: "Now that you’re about to give birth, I suggest, for the young master’s sake, you’d better rest peacefully at ho."
"Or could you tell where he is?"
Uncle Zhong remained silent, still blocking Qiao Mo’s path.
Qiao Mo chuckled softly: "Are you planning to put under house arrest?"
Uncle Zhong sidestepped, bowing: "I wouldn’t dare, I’m just giving you a suggestion."
Seeing he no longer blocked her way, Qiao Mo didn’t hesitate further, and directly had the driver take her to Fu Nancheng’s company.
Qiao Mo made a round, not seeing Fu Nancheng’s figure but ran into Zhuo Lin.
Zhuo Lin stood nervously in front of Qiao Mo, who turned her head to glance around Fu Nancheng’s office, softly said: "I heard he has several projects abroad, why didn’t you go with him?"
Zhuo Lin’s eyes darted slightly, quickly reacting: "There are many accompanying staff by the president’s side, I was arranged to stay and handle the company affairs, after all, the company is so large, many things need soone to manage."
Qiao Mo nodded, stood up and went to his desk.
On the desk was a vase, filled with many small daisies, still emitting a faint fragrance.
Qiao Mo stared at the vase for a long ti, slowly said: "Your secretary is really thoughtful, he is not even in the country, yet they put such beautiful flowers on his desk, not worried about wasting them."
Zhuo Lin broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly said: "I just put them there out of boredom, usually wouldn’t dare to place things randomly."
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