CHAPTER 155: CHAPTER 155 IS IT VERY PAINFUL (11)

Yu Xiaoqin spoke up, and the surrounding laughter became even more obvious, each pair of eyes carrying undisguised mockery.

Shen Tingting crumpled the white paper into a ball, her entire face turning green, and after a few seconds, it shifted to red, then to purple, as colorful as a palette!

"I... I..."

Yu Xiaoqin’s heart skipped a beat, and she only then realized what those two words meant.

Rejected for being too ugly to give her the number!

But... but she seemed to have just praised Shen Tingting for her beauty, as one of the most famous socialites in Jiang City.

’Slap!’

Hearing the surrounding laughter, Shen Tingting raised her hand and gave Yu Xiaoqin another slap: "I’m not blind! No need for you to read so loudly!"

Yu Xiaoqin took two steps back, holding her right cheek, her expression ugly.

She had completely just voiced it out instinctively, who knew she had patted the horse’s leg instead of its back.

Yu Xiaoqin held her cheek, eyes flashing with a hint of resentment.

So ugly, couldn’t even compare to a toe of Qiao Mo!

No wonder people want Qiao Mo and not you!

Shen Tingting was so furious her lungs were about to explode, stomping her high heels, turning away viciously, in a rare display of loss of composure.

...

On the other side, after getting in the car, Qiao Mo began to observe the man beside her.

Fu Nancheng had his eyes closed tightly, lips slightly pursed, and bean-sized sweat beads were seeping from his pale face.

Qiao Mo couldn’t care less what kind of anger he was having.

"Mr. Fu... how are you? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Qiao Mo was a bit anxious, as the compression injuries from trampling are different from ordinary ones, often resulting in internal injuries that might not be visible on the surface.

Once hearing her address changed to Mr. Fu in an instant.

Fu Nancheng’s thin lips pursed even tighter, saying nothing.

"Mr. Fu... how about we go directly to the hospital."

Qiao Mo was a bit anxious, looking up at the driver for Fu Nancheng’s opinion.

The man eventually couldn’t hold back, opened his black eyes, turned around, and trapped Qiao Mo between his arms and the seat, speaking in a deep voice: "Call my name."

Qiao Mo was startled, her small face less than two inches away from his handsome face.

She swallowed lightly, looking at him with some inexplicable intent.

He didn’t say anything else, just stared at her coldly with a serious face, as if he would throw her out of the car if she called him wrong again!

Seeing the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, Qiao Mo said softly, "Are you... injured badly."

"Call my name!"

He spoke again, but when he did, several veins stood out on his forehead, trying hard to hold something back.

"Fu Nancheng..."

Seeing this, Qiao Mo hurriedly spoke, trying to push him away to have him lean against the seat, not wanting him to move around.

"Say it again."

His black eyes were as dark as ink, locking tightly onto Qiao Mo.

Qiao Mo looked at him, hesitated, then glanced over him at the driver in front, feeling inexplicably shy.

Thinking about it, it’s just a name.

She immediately spoke, "Fu Nancheng."

"Say it again."

"You..."

Inexplicably, under his burning gaze, her small face turned fiercely red.

"Fu Nancheng..."

"Say it again."

"Fu Nancheng..."

"Again."

"Fu Nancheng, Fu Nancheng, Fu Nancheng... Is that enough? Don’t move around anymore..." Not being able to beat him, Qiao Mo had to call a few times softly.

He snorted coldly, finally satisfied at this point.

Seeing his suit was already soaked with sweat, Qiao Mo felt a dull pain in her heart, pulling two tissues to wipe the sweat from his face, then holding his head to rest on her shoulder, making him more comfortable.

"If you call it wrong again, I won’t let you off."

Weak as he was, leaning on her shoulder, he still didn’t forget to open his mouth with a warning.

But at this moment, he felt satisfied.