novelraw Chapter 260 Not Allowed to Refuse (7)
Chapter 260 Not Allowed to Refuse (7)
Until the two of them took the elevator and left together, Qiao Mo’s cheeks were still slightly flushed.Standing silently by his side, because the narrow and enclosed space inexplicably caused some tension.
Fortunately, he didn’t do anything out of line again, so the two of them managed to keep the peace.
Until they left the hotel, the winter wind was a bit piercing.
Qiao Mo turned her head to look at him, planning to hail a cab back to school by herself.
But just as she turned her head, his suit jacket was already draped over her shoulders, wrapping her up tightly.
Looking at his thin shirt, Qiao Mo couldn’t help but murmur softly, "I’m not far from school, you should..."
"You’re not allowed to refuse." He said sternly, frowning.
Qiao Mo was speechless, and became somewhat lost in his clear and cool gaze.
In the end, he personally delivered her to the dormitory building.
It wasn’t until she watched the car gradually disappear into the night that Qiao Mo realized she was still wearing his jacket. It carried a faint, familiar fresh scent.
...
Time flew by swiftly, and coincidentally Xie Qinghuan had something to handle in Switzerland, so Qiao Mo asked her to stop by the Swiss Bank to retrieve the jade that Qiao Dehou mentioned.
In the blink of an eye, it was Friday again.
Fu Nancheng appeared on time once more downstairs at the dormitory building.
Qiao Mo sat in the car, her attitude still somewhat cold.
Yet perhaps because of the buffer of more than a week, the previously tense atmosphere had finally eased up.
As night fell, Fu Nancheng sat on the couch in the living room looking at his computer, wearing a pair of anti-radiation glasses, which lessened his harsh demeanor somewhat.
Qiao Mo just finished her shower and came out, glanced at him, without any intention of speaking first.
She walked directly to the guest room, not planning to sleep in the bedroom with him.
Hearing her footsteps, his fingers that were tapping on the keyboard paused slightly, his peripheral vision falling on her silhouette, without saying a word.
Qiao Mo went to a guest room, pushed the door, but it didn’t budge.
She turned the doorknob, but the door was obviously locked.
Qiao Mo frowned, then walked to another guest room, but the door was also securely locked, clearly on purpose.
Turning around, she looked towards the man on the sofa.
However, he seemed not to have noticed any movement here, seriously engrossed in browsing the web.
Qiao Mo’s expression turned a bit uglier: "Fu Nancheng... did you have the doors locked?"
He finally lifted his head, his gaze falling on her from the computer.
"Locked?"
Saying this, feigning surprise, he looked up, with a look as if he knew nothing about it.
Qiao Mo couldn’t be bothered with him, childish!
She put on a coat and went downstairs, planning to ask Uncle Zhong or Nanny Wang for a key to the guest room.
Seeing her go downstairs, Fu Nancheng immediately put down his computer and got up from the sofa, running to the rail on the second floor and looked down.
"Uncle Zhong, why are the guest room doors upstairs locked?" Qiao Mo found Uncle Zhong and asked.
Uncle Zhong still wore his suit, very elegant and gentlemanly in a British style.
"Sorry, Miss Qiao, it should be the servants who closed the doors after cleaning."
"Then... is there a key or card?" Qiao Mo carefully asked.
Uncle Zhong was about to speak, clearly noticing a sharp gaze from upstairs.
With his keen understanding from taking care of Fu Nancheng since childhood, no need to look up to know what his young master was up to.
"Sorry, all the key cards have been sent away." Uncle Zhong said seriously.
Qiao Mo frowned.
What a joke?
All the key cards have been sent away?
Hearing this, Fu Nancheng’s tense expression relaxed a bit, with a trace of triumphant smile, like a child.