Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free

Chapter 342: You Better Behave (3)

Qiao Mo’s heart trembled, the phone slipped directly from her hand onto the floor.The last meeting...

The last meeting?

Ha, how could it be.

Just not long ago, he was fine... just a car accident... how could it be serious to such an extent?

"Hello... Xiao Mo... are you listening? Xiao Mo..."

"Xiao Mo... you better come quickly, Jiang Jinghao is about to enter the operating room, you’d better hurry."

...

Xie Qinghuan’s urgent voice continued to come through the phone on the ground, evidently very anxious.

Qiao Mo snapped back to reality, hastily picking up the phone from the floor, clutching it against her neck while starting to get dressed: "Okay... I’ll be right over!"

There was a trace of a sob in Qiao Mo’s voice, she didn’t dare to think, how could the man who was gentle and warm as jade become... the last meeting.

Thinking of the last time he was wounded like that by those fifteen, yet she cruelly didn’t even go to see him once, a wave of guilt and regret surged in her heart.

"Which hospital, I’m leaving now..."

Qiao Mo turned around, grabbing her clothes hastily, but just as she reached the bedroom door, she bumped into a tall figure.

Because her steps were too hurried, the collision made her nose hurt sharply.

Her phone, unstable, fell to the floor once again.

Qiao Mo looked at the man in front of her, stunned for a moment, never expecting him to be there.

When did he come back?

Did he hear her conversation with Qinghuan...

Fu Nancheng glanced at her, his gaze moved from her slightly red eyes to the phone on the ground, his thin lips slightly parted: "Where are you going?"

Qiao Mo snapped back, quickly picking up the phone and avoiding his gaze: "I have to go out for something..."

With that, Qiao Mo clutched her clothes and brushed past him, running away hurriedly.

His expression darkened, his voice cold: "Stop."

The surrounding air inexplicably turned chilly, Qiao Mo’s steps faltered, inexplicably stopping uncontrollably, as if filled with lead.

"I’ll ask you once more, where are you going?" he asked coldly, his black eyes particularly fierce and cold.

Qiao Mo bit her lip, unsure if he would allow her to go if she told the truth.

Slowly turning around, she looked into his eyes, lightly biting her lip and said: "To the hospital, a... a friend... had a car accident."

Sure enough, as soon as she spoke.

The gloom in his eyes intensified, a cold hostility filled his brows.

Sure enough, was it for Jiang Jinghao?

In an instant, those sweet nothings, those intimate photos, flooded like turbulent waves, carrying the concern in her eyes, almost drowning him.

Qiao Mo met his gaze for a few seconds, then quickly looked away.

Without waiting for him to speak again, she turned and ran outside.

Watching her hastily leaving figure, an indiscernible jealousy flashed in his eyes.

His thin lips parted once more: "I didn’t say you could leave yet."

Just as Qiao Mo reached the stairs, her steps hesitated once more, but after only a brief pause, she resumed her hurried pace.

Right now she didn’t want to argue with him about anything, she just didn’t want to miss seeing Jiang Jinghao for the last time... nor did she want their last memory of each other to be the embarrassment at the hotel.

He won’t die... he definitely won’t die...

He’s such a good person, he’ll definitely be okay?

Qiao Mo’s steps were quick, and coupled with her shoes not being properly worn, she missed the remaining two steps and fell directly down.

Fu Nancheng’s heart tightened, but saw her quickly get up.