novelraw Chapter 565 Graduation (1)
Chapter 565 Graduation (1)
The child in the belly wouldn’t respond, and Fu Nancheng said again, "Just wait until you come out, I’ll deal with you."Qiao Mo chuckled softly but was very protective: "You’re so fierce, you’ll scare him."
"It’s not okay for him to mess with you." Fu Nancheng felt a bit of heartache and hugged her tighter.
Qiao Mo’s face showed a sweet smile: "Be careful, he might not acknowledge you as his dad in the future."
"Let’s see if he dares." Fu Nancheng replied coldly.
Qiao Mo chuckled softly, suddenly feeling that if they really had a son, the two of them might have to fight a little, after all, this man is really not ordinarily domineering.
Qiao Mo snuggled in his arms and whispered, "What do you think we’ll be like when we grow old?"
"Grow old?" Fu Nancheng gently asked back, his gaze drifting a bit far.
He really never thought about how they would be when they’re old, but he thought, as long as every day of the rest of his life includes her, that’s enough.
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Early the next morning, since she had to prepare for the third competition, Qiao Mo still had a lot to arrange, so Fu Nancheng sent her to school early.
"I’ll come to see you at one-thirty in the afternoon."
Qiao Mo showed a smile, correcting him: "To see the competition."
He curled his lips: "To see you."
A blush crept onto her cheeks, and she glared at him playfully, turning around and quickly running into the school. But after a few steps, she noticed a sharp gaze behind her, extraordinarily cold and almost piercing her through.
She stopped, patted her forehead, and quickly slowed down, not daring to run anymore. She turned her head, stuck out her tongue at the man in the car.
The morning passed by quickly, fortunately, because it was already the third match, so although it was busy, everything was in order and very orderly.
Qiao Mo didn’t hire a model for this competition since the design was for an evening gown, so she planned to go on stage herself, at least saving the cost of hiring a model.
"Xiao Mo... are you all set?" Yu Qianxun donned a goose-yellow evening gown, short in the front and long in the back, accentuating her long legs.
The neckline was designed in a sweetheart shape, playful yet not losing its solemnity.
Qiao Mo looked at the embroidery on her collar with some amazement: "Wow, Qianxun! Did you hand-stitch all these?"
Yu Qianxun showed a smile: "Yes, I deliberately learned Hunan embroidery. I practiced for a while before I qualified."
"It’s really beautiful," Qiao Mo praised generously.
"Hurry and change your clothes, or you’ll be late," Yu Qianxun urged.
Qiao Mo responded and took her gown to the changing room.
At this point, everyone had basically changed clothes. As long as the female designers weren’t too out of shape, they basically went on stage themselves.
Meanwhile, male designers had to hire models or have friends appear on stage.
The reason Qiao Mo hadn’t changed was because she encountered a difficulty while preparing.
She designed a blue-gray long dress with a camisole design, and the entire bodice was sewn with many tiny, shimmering fragments, veering towards blue. The hem was a gradient blue-gray, and the skirt’s edge was similarly sewn with a lot of shiny fabric, glistening with every step.
But the dress she designed was very long, and she wasn’t tall enough. So the plan was to at least wear ten-centimeter high heels to perfectly showcase the dress’s effect.
However, since she was pregnant at the moment, wearing such high shoes wasn’t a good idea, which is why she kept hesitating.