As she raised her eyes, she t a familiar handso face, and she montarily lost herself, almost thinking she was dreaming.
The fragnted images from last night resurfaced in her mind. Qiao Mo rubbed her temples, ridiculing, "Why has Mr. Fu brought to the hotel again? But this ti, he didn’t do anything to , which truly surprises ."
After waking up, she was like a hedgehog.
It seed that every word she said was ant to hurt him.
"Take a shower, I asked soone to prepare breakfast." With that, he turned and left.
Qiao Mo looked down at the dress she was wearing; it hadn’t been touched, which made her feel slightly self-deprecating. Had she lost her appeal?
"I want to eat what you cook," she said aloud, looking at his back.
Fu Nancheng paused his steps slightly, a touch of brightness in his eyes: "What do you want to eat?"
Qiao Mo lazily got up: "I don’t know..."
Without saying another word, she turned and went into the bathroom, and the sound of water started soon after.
He slightly curled his lips, turned, and walked into the kitchen.
"Prepare to eat."
Over half an hour later, Fu Nancheng ca out of the kitchen, carrying breakfast in his hand.
But the spacious suite was already empty.
The quilt on the bed was thrown around carelessly, the bathroom door was wide open, there were traces of water on the floor, but she was nowhere to be seen.
He placed the breakfast on the dining table and sat alone in the room for a long ti, but she never ca back.
Qiao Mo went ho. Qiao Zichen had already been sent to kindergarten, but Lu Yiming was at ho.
He was wearing casual clothes, cutting vegetables in the kitchen. When he saw Qiao Mo return, he glanced her up and down and raised an eyebrow: "Slept with him?"
Qiao Mo threw a slipper at him: "Stop talking nonsense!"
He sidestepped and avoided her: "Soone who didn’t co ho all night and reeks of alcohol, now you’re angry and embarrassed."
"Is breakfast ready? I’m starving."
"Tsk tsk, looks like Mr. Fu didn’t feed you enough!"
Qiao Mo rushed forward and grabbed him by the ear: "Lu Yiming, if you keep being cheeky, I won’t be polite!"
Lu Yiming’s ear turned bright red from being tugged. He shook his head after dodging her: "It’s not fair. Why have you beco so fierce!"
"A mother must be strong, don’t you understand!" Qiao Mo snorted and changed her outfit.
"Has Chenchen had breakfast?" she asked worriedly.
"He did, but since you didn’t co ho last night, the little guy is mad at you."
Qiao Mo didn’t respond. After casually tying her hair up, she leaned against the kitchen door, looking at him with a hesitant expression.
"Sothing to say?" Lu Yiming asked.
Qiao Mo hesitated for a mont, remaining silent.
He pressed, "Is it about Fu Nancheng?"
She lowered her gaze, slowly saying: "He already has soone else in his heart."
He paused his movent, frowned.
"It seems he’s married, and already has a Mrs. Fu."
Lu Yiming was stunned, turning to walk toward the study, and started searching on the computer: "Impossible. I checked his information before, and his marital status still showed single."
Qiao Mo stood behind him, shrugged at the monitor: "Then I don’t know."
Qiao Mo’s heart felt sowhat blocked. He certainly didn’t know that when she ntioned Mrs. Fu, even his gaze turned gentle.
Lu Yiming was still busy investigating the news about the Mrs. Fu that Qiao Mo ntioned. Qiao Mo sat down on a single sofa and said slowly: "If he really is married, the original plan may not work."
"But I can see he clearly still has feelings for you. Where did this Mrs. Fu co from?"
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