novelraw Chapter 557 Pregnant (13)
Chapter 557 Pregnant (13)
"Couldn’t sleep all night?" he asked in a deep voice, with a slight furrow in his brow."I did sleep." Qiao Mo withdrew her gaze, her voice somewhat choked, with tears swirling in her eyes, unable to express her grievance.
But in the next moment, she fell into a warm embrace.
Fu Nancheng, after taking off his coat, sat on the sofa and pulled her onto his lap.
Qiao Mo hung her head, not looking at him, and sat silently on his thigh.
He gently lifted her chin: "Not even looking at me?"
Qiao Mo broke free from his fingers and turned her head away again, still unwilling to look at him.
"Really not going to look at me?" he asked softly.
"Mm." Qiao Mo responded in a muffled voice, which made him laugh.
He reached out and placed her head against his chest, gently stroking her hair: "Why didn’t you sleep well?"
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, feeling a sour sensation in her nose: "You didn’t come back all night."
"Did you miss me?"
"No."
As she spoke, somehow a small emotion emerged, causing the tears that had been trying to hold back to roll down uncontrollably, more difficult to manage than ever before.
A warm drop fell onto his large hand, and Fu Nancheng was startled. His heart ached a little.
He lifted her small face again, only to see her eyes filled with tears, her eyes red. Noticing his gaze, Qiao Mo glanced at him with tearful eyes, gave a light hum, and turned her head away again.
He raised his hand to wipe away a tear on her cheek: "So wronged?"
Qiao Mo didn’t make a sound and buried her head in his chest, murmuring: "Where did you go."
His large hand paused on her hair, and he lowered his eyes, saying softly: "I had something to handle."
Qiao Mo bit her lip, said nothing more, and wrapped her arms around his waist tighter and tighter, as if afraid of losing him.
He probably doesn’t know, his body is cold. There is also a very heavy smell of smoke.
If he had driven back, if the journey was long, his body should have been warm.
Besides, she knows... he seems to only smoke one cigarette after another when he’s in a bad mood.
Did something upset him again?
Qiao Mo felt a bit lost, and a bit sad, because he wouldn’t tell her.
In fact, Fu Nancheng had already returned early, but he was blowing in the wind by the nearby sea.
His thoughts were a bit chaotic, feeling as if a huge hand was secretly manipulating everything.
He kissed her forehead and lifted her up.
"Hey! What are you doing?" She was startled, her feet in the air, clinging tightly to his shoulders, fearing he might drop her and hurt the baby.
Fortunately, his movements were gentle, carrying her all the way to the kitchen, and setting her directly on the countertop.
Qiao Mo then breathed a sigh of relief, watching the man as he rolled up his sleeves, couldn’t help but ask: "What are you... what are you doing?"
"Making breakfast."
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, looking at him in a daze, and after a while, spoke: "Did you not sleep last night."
"Got a little nap." He did not look up, already opening the refrigerator.
Qiao Mo just sat on the kitchen counter, watching him busily, her mood gradually improving.
It’s really strange, since when did her emotions become so affected by him?
Qiao Mo sat on the counter in a daze, and soon remembered the baby in her belly, gently stroked her belly, a slight smile appearing on her lips.
"Hungry?" Fu Nancheng didn’t look up but noticed her actions.
"Uh? Mm..." Qiao Mo responded vaguely, sliding down from the counter: "I’ll go wash up first."