He didn’t make a sound, and Qiao Mo sighed softly, feeling sowhat tired.
Child... Qiao Mo gently touched her stomach, recalling his words from last night, and felt a bit moved.
Qiao Mo stared at his cheek for a while, unable to resist reaching out to gently stroke his eyes.
His eyelashes were long, with dark circles underneath, as if it had been a long, long ti since he had slept well.
She didn’t wake him up, softly closed her eyes, and leaned against him to sleep for a while longer.
Actually... she missed him very much too.
She just hadn’t had the courage to co back, to face everything, or to start over.
Half asleep, they both had a rare good sleep.
When Fu Nancheng woke up, he saw Qiao Mo nestled in his arms, his large hand gently falling on her hair, his gaze softening a bit.
"Awake?"
"Mm..." Qiao Mo didn’t move, lazily responding. It was a rare weekend.
He didn’t rush her, and they lay in bed for a while.
The bedroom door creaked open, and Chenchen stood at the door, wearing crotchless pants, shocked at seeing Fu Nancheng and Qiao Mo lying together.
"Mama...?"
Qiao Mo started in surprise and imdiately sat up from the bed.
"Mama... why are you sleeping with Uncle Fu?" Chenchen blinked his big eyes.
Although he knew Uncle Fu was his dad, Uncle Lu Yiming had said that mama and papa were divorced, which ant separated, which ant they couldn’t sleep together.
"Uh..."
Facing Chenchen’s innocent gaze, Qiao Mo’s face turned crimson, not knowing how to explain for a mont.
Really... too careless, she forgot that Chenchen also had a break today.
Fu Nancheng sat up, draped a thin blanket over her: "Because dad and mom are getting remarried."
Qiao Mo was slightly taken aback, not expecting him to be so straightforward. But for a mont, she couldn’t find words to refute, after all, she had indeed promised to register with him before.
In that sense, it was indeed remarriage.
Chenchen looked at him confusedly: "Papa?"
"Mm."
"Re... remarriage ans what?"
"Remarriage ans dad and mom can sleep together."
Qiao Mo couldn’t listen any longer, years without seeing each other, and he was shaless as ever.
Hurriedly getting out of bed, Qiao Mo left the bedroom holding Chenchen, sowhat flustered: "Have you washed up? Have you had breakfast?"
Chenchen shook his head but insisted: "Are dad and mom getting back together?"
"Mm." Qiao Mo responded vaguely, not knowing what to say to him.
"Great! Chenchen can be with dad and mom every day from now on!" Little Qiao Zichen clapped excitedly, his eyes full of excitent.
Qiao Mo urged him to wash up, her eyes softening.
Chenchen stood on a small stool, squeezing toothpaste, thodically.
After he washed up, Qiao Mo also took a shower, planning to go to Xu Wan’s house today with Fu Nancheng, it should be formal.
Speaking of which, it was the first ti she was eting her mother after knowing she was hers.
Before this, she had always been a bit scared. She feared that once she acknowledged Xu Wan and Li Muqing as her parents, she would lose Qiao Dehou as her father.
But yesterday, he let her know that no matter what happens, she would never lose him. All he wanted was her happiness.
Knowing this, Qiao Mo felt much more confident.
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