novelraw Chapter 372 Year-End (15)
Chapter 372 Year-End (15)
More than ten minutes later, Qiao Mo walked out of the fitting room.A blue-gray little suit adorned her body, elegant yet with a touch of playfulness, further highlighting her bright and radiant small face.
The shop assistant glanced at Fu Nancheng’s expression and immediately complimented, "This set of skirt really complements the lady’s complexion. The style is not overly formal, won’t appear mature, and it wears comfortably and casually, very suitable for the lady’s temperament."
Hearing this, Fu Nancheng’s expression softened slightly and he picked a few more items: "These few pieces."
The shop assistant on the side, trembling with fear, hurriedly brought sizes suitable for Qiao Mo.
Qiao Mo remained silent, returned to the fitting room again, and after changing one by one, walked to him without expressing any opinion, like a puppet.
His expression became more and more gloomy, and he was somewhat angered.
Yet after a moment’s thought, figuring she might just be upset and wanted to act out, he eventually yielded softly first, walking behind her and speaking gently, "Is there anything else you like?"
Qiao Mo gave a light smile and replied coldly, "Since when did my opinion matter? Isn’t it always what you like that’s fine."
Her words blocked his heart, forcing the atmosphere between them back to freezing point.
"Is that so?" A flicker of mockery crossed his eyes as he reached out and pinched her chin.
Qiao Mo couldn’t dodge in time.
"Do I look easy to talk to?" His gaze was fierce.
She remained silent.
He gave a cold snort, his thin lips slightly parted, "Since I like it, come back to the bedroom tonight."
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, her little face turned a shade paler, and she looked at him uneasily.
Moving back to the bedroom...
She knew... what he meant...
A flicker of irony appeared in his eyes, did she really hate him that much?
...
After checkout, neither of them had the heart to continue shopping, until more than ten minutes later, they walked out of the mall.
Fu Nancheng walked ahead with a somber face, while Qiao Mo followed with a cold demeanor, as if an icy wall separated them, difficult to break through.
Qiao Mo looked at his back, but in the moment she lifted her head, a glimmer of light dazzled her eyes.
Instinctively she looked up, her heart tightened.
A black muzzle protruded from over twenty floors diagonally across the mall.
’Bang!’
Accompanied by the sound of a gunshot, Qiao Mo rushed forward, throwing herself in front of him: "Watch out!!!"
A tremendous force of penetration struck, Fu Nancheng instinctively caught her, only to feel a sticky warm substance seep through her body onto his hands, scorching and viscous.
"Xiao Mo!" He roared lowly, tightly holding the woman who was gradually slumping in his embrace.
His eyes reddened, a layer of misty water appeared in his eyes, like a mad beast, "Xiao Mo... Xiao Mo!"
The petite woman in his arms lay quietly, her gaze softened, all the previous coldness and vigilance gone.
But he wished she would stand up!
Wished she would look at him coldly again... wished she would purse her lips and ignore him...
The white coat Qiao Mo wore when she went out was still the same, but now it was stained with a fist-sized crimson, like a peony blooming in the cold winter, red and glaring, exceptionally intense.
The road was a blur of rain and snow, a silvery land, many people began to flee in panic after hearing the gunshot.
Looking at his handsome face, Qiao Mo’s vision became gradually blurred...
It hurts, it hurts so much.
It hurt so much she wanted to cry.
But in the end, she only longingly looked at him, struggling to speak, "Fu... Fu Nancheng... Am... am I... dying."
"No! No!"