Everything was just a twist of fate.
The amount of blood drawn today wasn’t much. Qin Zhaoran seed to have switched to a thinner needle and tube, so even though it took a long ti, the amount wasn’t large.
After Qiao Mo and Fu Nancheng left, they went straight back to the villa.
As soon as Chenchen saw them, he imdiately ran over on his little legs and hugged Fu Nancheng’s leg: "Uncle Fu..."
Lu Yiming followed behind, muttering: "You little traitor!"
Qiao Mo was also a bit surprised, unaware of when Chenchen started being so enthusiastic towards him.
Fu Nancheng bent down and lifted him up: "Let see, have you gotten heavier?"
"I’ve grown taller!"
Qiao Mo looked at his pale face, sowhat worried.
"Chenchen, co down, don’t let Uncle Fu hold you," Qiao Mo advised gently.
Chenchen looked a bit downcast but obediently tried to get down from Fu Nancheng.
But Fu Nancheng didn’t let go, carrying him directly into the living room, ignoring Qiao Mo.
Qiao Mo watched their backs without saying another word. Lu Yiming ca over and quietly said, "Is he always donating blood?"
Qiao Mo nodded.
"Does he think Chenchen is his child?"
Qiao Mo remained silent, and after a long ti, she quietly said, "I guess he has long known that Chenchen isn’t his child."
Lu Yiming was slightly startled and was about to ask more, but Qiao Mo already turned and walked into the kitchen.
She guessed that on the day they went to the amusent park together, he probably already knew.
Perhaps at the beginning, he was indeed overwheld with excitent, thinking Chenchen was their child. But once he cald down, he must have guessed from her reactions.
Qiao Mo didn’t say anything else and started preparing dinner.
Lu Yiming helped in the kitchen, and the two seed quite skilled working together.
But after glancing at the ingredients she had prepared, Lu Yiming frowned and said, "He’s donating blood again tomorrow. Isn’t this too nourishing and greasy?"
Qiao Mo didn’t respond, continuing to follow her plan.
Seeing this, Lu Yiming simply gave up.
Fu Nancheng sat on the sofa playing with Chenchen, but he couldn’t help but glance toward the kitchen.
After not seeing her for years, she seed much more mature.
Maybe it’s because she’s beco a mother, so she’s changed a lot.
Fu Nancheng withdrew his gaze, looked at Chenchen beside him, and rembered their discussion about marriage last night. He asked, "Chenchen, would you like to co play at Uncle’s house?"
Chenchen was stunned for a mont, apparently not having considered this before.
"Is Uncle’s house very big? Are there many toys?"
"Yes, there are many toys, Ultraman and Transforrs that Chenchen likes, and lots of little cars."
"Really?" Chenchen’s eyes lit up, looking at him in surprise.
"Really."
"Then can Mama co too?"
"Of course."
"Great, then I want to go to Uncle’s house, but I have to ask Mama first."
Fu Nancheng said no more. He didn’t intend to use the child; he was just worried Chenchen wouldn’t like moving to Nanshan Villa.
In about an hour, dinner was ready.
Qiao Mo was about to call Chenchen to wash his hands when Fu Nancheng had already taken him to the bathroom.
Once they sat down for dinner, Fu Nancheng glanced at the table full of nourishing dishes, then looked up at Qiao Mo with a softened gaze.
But Qiao Mo ignored him, placing the bowl and chopsticks in front of him.
Fu Nancheng withdrew his gaze and looked at Lu Yiming, who was seated across from him, without saying a word.
Sitting on the sa side with Qiao Mo, appearing in the sa fra, made him involuntarily think of how the two had spent so much ti together over the years.
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