novelraw Chapter 634 - 644: Return Him to Me (6)
Chapter 634 - 644: Return Him to Me (6)
The gaze falls once more on the dark green bottle.Olive oil... olive oil...
This was a small gift given to her by an Italian designer among the contestants of a recent competition.
But... but will he be able to use olive oil?
Not knowing if it’s for consumption or for body care, Qiao Mo carefully examined the instructions for a long time, but unfortunately, she couldn’t understand it due to her lack of knowledge in Italian.
After hesitating for a moment, she took out the bottle of olive oil and placed it aside.
Thinking to herself that no matter what, it’s something from Italy, right?
She rummaged in the suitcase again for a while and suddenly found a small box.
Qiao Mo was momentarily stunned. This... seemed to be something the shop assistant had given her for free when she was choosing fabrics late at night.
Remembering this, Qiao Mo immediately opened the box and saw a glass ornament inside, exhaling a faint breath of relief.
Although it’s not something precious, it’s at least gift-like, with a packaging box, so it should be enough to get by.
Qiao Mo sat on the floor, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
Luckily, luck is on her side... the world hasn’t abandoned her yet.
Before long, Fu Nancheng walked out of the bathroom.
He immediately noticed the two suitcases on the ground that had been turned upside down, Qiao Mo flashed an embarrassed smile: "The suitcase was too messy, took me a while to find where I put it."
He glanced at her casually, didn’t expose her, and turned to the dining area.
Qiao Mo stuck out her tongue as she watched his back, feeling exasperated...
She hurriedly took out the box, carefully placing it on the coffee table, hesitated looking at the bottle of olive oil before placing it alongside.
Then she enthusiastically followed him out.
After the two had dinner, they tidied up simply.
When they returned to the sofa, it was already half past nine.
Qiao Mo perched awkwardly beside him, facing him, feeling somewhat tense.
Fu Nancheng faced the coffee table, his gaze landing on the two so-called gifts, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Qiao Mo swallowed, not daring to breathe loudly.
What if he’s not satisfied? Would he give her a good thrashing?
Fu Nancheng remained silent, his well-defined fingers picking up the box first, the powder blue striped box, slender and palm-sized.
Upon gently opening it, a glass ornament appeared before his eyes.
The string held a few colorful glass beads, with a little glass angel hanging at the end, looking quite adorable.
Qiao Mo surreptitiously gauged his expression, unsure of his reaction, quickly she said, "You know Italian glassware is quite famous, I thought since you have everything, maybe some cute little items would be nice."
He curved his lips slightly, looking at the little angel in his palm, turned to her slowly saying, "Cute little items?"
Qiao Mo was stunned, feeling her earlobes heat up under his teasing gaze.
He watched her for a while before withdrawing his gaze, and only then did Qiao Mo breathe a sigh of relief.
Smiled... smiled?
Did he just smile? Does this mean maybe she could successfully fool her way through...
After returning the glass ornament to the box, Fu Nancheng took the dark green bottle in his hand once again, which had a white label covered in Italian words.
Qiao Mo grew tense again, hoping he could understand the words on it.