novelraw Chapter 263 Visitor (3)
Chapter 263 Visitor (3)
He must care about her a lot, otherwise, why did he ignore her in the mall the last time?And this time, he called her a servant.
Probably because he didn’t want her to know about her existence...
Can’t really explain why.
Thinking about this, Qiao Mo just felt her heart clog up, like a huge stone pressing down, an inexplicable discomfort.
Before long, there was a sound of footsteps.
Qiao Mo turned her head to look, meeting his deep black eyes.
He stood at the top of the stairs, one hand on the railing, stopping to look at her silently.
After a few seconds of eye contact, Qiao Mo lowered her eyes and did not speak.
Fu Nancheng stepped forward and spoke deeply, "Have you eaten?"
Qiao Mo seemed a bit dazed, after a moment of silence, she said, "Not yet."
"What do you want to eat, I’ll have Nanny Wang prepare it."
"Anything’s fine."
The meal passed in silence until after dinner, Qiao Mo sat cross-legged in front of the sofa, looking at the drawing board, starting to design outfits for the second competition.
Fu Nancheng sat at the table, flipping through a document, the pen in his hand occasionally dropping.
The room was silent, the sea breeze outside occasionally sweeping in, causing the documents on the table to flip a few pages now and then.
Qiao Mo held her pencil, her arm raised for a long time.
After sketching a single black line, she started to daze off again.
Her attention was uncontrollably difficult to focus, she sneakily raised her eyes to look at the man at the table, but couldn’t help thinking again.
Who is that woman?
She couldn’t deny, she was beautiful.
Even if sitting in a wheelchair, it did not detract from her beauty at all.
It was a kind of beauty unrelated to appearance, reaching deep into the soul’s ethereal tranquility, yet oddly merging with a hint of wisdom and sharpness.
Qiao Mo couldn’t help but think, perhaps only such a woman deserved to be his heart’s beloved.
But thinking about the word ’servant’, an inexplicable bitterness arose in her heart.
Compared to that, this uncontrollable and inexplicable emotion annoyed Qiao Mo even more.
She sneaked a glance at the man at the table, who was exceptionally focused.
The white shirt on him appeared particularly clean, the sunlight from the window scattered as if coated with a layer of golden light, even his posture while writing was especially pleasing, with slightly pursed lips that had a bit of scabbing...
It seemed like she was the one who bit them last time.
Qiao Mo stared at him in a daze, uncontrollably letting her mind wander.
Really... why does he have to work in the bedroom when there’s a study...
It’s driving her crazy.
As if sensing her absent-mindedness, Fu Nancheng put down the pen in his hand, raised his eyes to look.
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, she quickly lowered her head.
Using the green drawing board to block herself, to avoid being caught prying...
After waiting for a while, hearing nothing.
She cautiously raised her head, once again looking in his direction.
Not expecting, the moment she looked up, she was met with a pair of deep black eyes.
She didn’t know when he came over, just standing in front of her, one hand in his pocket, just watching her.
Qiao Mo’s face instantly flushed, but she pretended to be calm, picking up the brush again, starting to sketch on the canvas.
Really...
When did he get here?
Not the slightest sound of footsteps!
Fu Nancheng stood in front of her for a long time, his gaze softened a bit.
Ever since going upstairs, he had been waiting for her to speak.
He could sense that her mood was low.
To him, it brought a tiny trace of joy.
He couldn’t help but think, maybe she cared a little too, wondering if she was angry.