He paused slightly, his gaze falling on her face without making a sound.
Qiao Mo rested her head on his leg and looked at him, smiling softly, "Are you angry?"
He remained silent, but his large hand involuntarily stroked her hair.
Qiao Mo gently held his head, turned over, lay on the sofa, and buried her little face against his waist, taking a gentle breath, "You smell so good..."
Fu Nancheng gazed at her small face, his eyes particularly deep.
Qiao Mo continued resting her head on his thigh, then gradually, her eyes drooped with a hint of drowsiness.
The next day, she woke up on the bed.
That night was peaceful, without nightmares disturbing her, making her mood a bit better.
Fu Nancheng sent Qiao Mo to the company early and then left. Qiao Mo sat at her desk, looking at the documents, estimating the time, and about two hours later, she drove straight to the Qiao family.
