Fu Nancheng, seeing that he couldn’t convince her, said coldly, "Tomorrow, I’ll acquire this technology and abolish it."
Qiao Mo chuckled, thinking that his domineering and conflicted manner was quite cute, "Do you know how many families’ happiness you’ll ruin by doing that?"
"I’m no longer ’happy’, where would I find the ti to care about others."
...
The two bantered with each other all the way, arriving at the Empire Hotel by nine o’clock sharp.
Since there weren’t many invitees, they booked a large private room with two big round tables, tastefully serene.
By the ti they arrived, Li Muqing and Xu Wan had already brought Chenchen.
Before anyone could speak, Xie Qinghuan stord in, "Qiao Xiaomo!"
Qiao Mo hunched her neck, hiding behind Fu Nancheng.
Although she clearly visited her last ti, why was she so angry again upon eting, it made her nervous.
Xie Qinghuan wore a bright green dress, strikingly vibrant, making it impossible to look away.
"Qinghuan..."
"Co over...let take a look..."
Xie Qinghuan pulled Qiao Mo out from behind Fu Nancheng, scrutinizing her thoroughly, fearing she might be missing a piece.
"Thank goodness...I thought last ti was a dream, glad it’s not."
Xie Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, she had been as busy as a spinning top recently.
When Qiao Mo went to see her, they didn’t spend much ti together. As a result, she almost started doubting whether she had imagined things.
Only seeing her again today, confirming her presence, did she finally relax.
"Fu Nancheng hasn’t bullied you, right." Xie Qinghuan cast a warning glance at Fu Nancheng.
Qiao Mo shook her head, "No, with you here, who would dare bully ."
As they spoke, Yu Qianxun arrived in a hurry.
A few years ago, after attending the Milan Fashion Week, her fa surged, and in the following years she had beco a renowned international fashion designer.
"Qianxun, long ti no see." Qiao Mo greeted.
Yu Qianxun had grown her hair long, still with a round little face, looking like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old student, remarkably youthful.
Yu Qianxun stepped forward to give Qiao Mo a gentle hug, "It’s great to have you back."
After releasing Qiao Mo, she looked at Fu Nancheng beside Qiao Mo, whispering, "Congratulations."
His dark eyes were deep, "Thank you."
Qiao Mo remained silent, watching Yu Qianxun take her seat, but felt a little uneasy inside.
When did Fu Nancheng beco so familiar with her?
Though their conversation was ordinary, she could sense that they knew each other, even quite well.
Especially the last ti they t, Yu Qianxun had also called him Nancheng, wanting to speak but holding back.
Not giving her more ti to overthink, Qiao Dehou soon arrived with the family.
Old Mrs. Qiao was already over seventy, still in fairly good spirits, yet her expression remained sowhat opportunistic as always.
However, perhaps knowing that Qiao Mo was Xu Wan and Li Muqing’s child, and was about to remarry Fu Nancheng, her attitude was especially warm, actively sitting beside Xu Wan and Li Muqing, talking animatedly about funny incidents from Qiao Mo’s childhood, and discussing how the Qiao family raised her and spoiled her.
Qiao Mo just smiled, no longer feeling any resentnt.
Maybe that’s how people are, at different stages of life, your ntality changes.
Before long, Jing Hao also arrived.
Before Qiao Mo could speak, Chenchen imdiately rushed over, "Uncle Jiang, Chenchen missed you so much!"
Qiao Mo’s face froze slightly, not expecting that after more than a year of not seeing, Chenchen’s mory was still so good.
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