novelraw Chapter 501 Slapping Face in Progress (11)
Chapter 501 Slapping Face in Progress (11)
On the other side, the car was driving farther away.Qiao Mo looked at the two figures in the rearview mirror, rubbed her nose, and smelled the aroma of steak. She inexplicably felt sorry for the two of them.
Wasn’t Fu Nancheng a bit too harsh?
At least let them have a meal...
What if they fainted from anger?
But at this moment, Qiao Mo didn’t realize she had hit the nail on the head.
But... were all these clothes really for her?
Qiao Mo thought about it and began trying hard to recall what they bought today...
If they were really all for her, she thought she wouldn’t need to buy clothes for the rest of the year.
Yet thinking about how he had a cold face the whole afternoon, Qiao Mo let out a light snort, as if to say that she wouldn’t talk to him just because of that.
Fu Nancheng glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Although she had been by his side all day, he suddenly felt a bit like he missed her.
"Eat first if you’re hungry," he said softly.
Qiao Mo let out a light snort, turned to look out the window, and neither ate nor responded to him.
Stinky man!
Pretending so well... not talking to her for the whole afternoon.
It wasn’t until they got home that Qiao Mo put the things down on the ground, catching her breath.
But Fu Nancheng suddenly picked her up and placed her on the dining table.
"You... what are you doing? There are still things on the table..." Qiao Mo tried to get down, but he placed his hands on either side of her, very close: "You didn’t talk to me all afternoon."
He was too close, and she instinctively shrank back. Yet, she didn’t dare to move too much, fearing she might knock the things off the table.
"Let me down first..."
"Hmm."
As soon as the words fell, he kissed her lips fiercely, his large hand cradling the back of her head, deepening the kiss.
It wasn’t until more than ten minutes later, when Qiao Mo’s stomach growled, that he finally released her slowly.
Qiao Mo immediately jumped off the table, transferred the packed Western food onto a plate, set it on the coffee table, and turned on the TV.
Fu Nancheng glanced over, frowned, and said, "It’s a bit cold, I’ll heat it up."
Qiao Mo ate some salad to stave off hunger, then went to take a shower.
When she came out again, the whole room was filled with delicious smells, the windows fogged over with steam, and the TV was on, playing some drama where the man and woman were having a quiet conversation.
The lighting was a warm orange, making the whole room cozy and indescribably pleasant.
After they sat down for dinner, the atmosphere became much more harmonious.
Qiao Mo wasn’t in the mood to argue with him anymore, watching the TV, she couldn’t help but speak up, "Fu Nancheng, you’re so mean, Chen Shiqing must be furious enough to spit blood because of you."
He glanced at her indifferently, somewhat displeased.
He pulled her into his lap: "You’re not angry that I bought clothes for another woman?"
He was irritated today because she only cared about buying clothes for Qiao Xuan while completely forgetting about him.
So when Chen Shiqing showed up, he wanted to see her jealous reaction.
But paradoxically, aside from pouting at the beginning, she viewed it as a fashion show, enjoying the spectacle, which left him a bit helpless.
Qiao Mo immediately shook her head: "Not angry."
"Not jealous?"
Qiao Mo shook her head again: "Not jealous."
Fu Nancheng’s expression darkened, glaring at her coldly: "Think carefully before you speak."
Qiao Mo chuckled dryly: "Well, maybe a teeny tiny bit unhappy..."
Upon hearing this, he was slightly satisfied, lifting her chin gently and said in a deep voice: "Don’t buy clothes for other men again, or I won’t let you off easily."
Qiao Mo protested, "But Xiao Xuan is my brother..."