CHAPTER 160: CHAPTER 160: NOT THAT ANNOYING (1)

Qiao Mo was slightly startled, turning her head to look at him: "Huh?"

But he unexpectedly spoke again, "So, planning to take responsibility for me for the rest of your life?"

Qiao Mo looked at the man in front of her in a daze, unable to react for a moment.

His eyes were cool and deep, yet she inexplicably sensed a hint of seriousness in them.

Having not received the answer he wanted for a long time, Fu Nancheng faintly shifted his gaze away, picked up the document on the bedside table again, and started flipping through it once more.

A few seconds later, Qiao Mo snapped back to reality.

She stepped forward again to snatch the document from Fu Nancheng’s hand, turned around and headed directly to the desk, not intending to let him touch it again.

"Mr. Fu, rest assured, if you ever become paralyzed or severely disabled, I will definitely take care of you and will not abandon you."

He watched her back, gently stroking his chin.

Seemingly pondering the meaning of her words, he didn’t even notice how she addressed him.

After Qiao Mo put down the documents, she began tidying up the clothes on the floor.

The dark suit and white shirt were carelessly thrown on the floor, along with the men’s belt and her jacket, which she had strewn around, creating a mess.

Just now, seeing that he was asleep, she feared waking him and didn’t bother with it.

Fu Nancheng didn’t stop her, just quietly watched the busy woman, his gaze softening a bit.

But as soon as she picked up his shirt, she saw the burst shirt buttons beside it, and Qiao Mo’s face turned a bit redder. She hurriedly picked up the buttons and clutched them in her hand, fearing Fu Nancheng would notice and bring up the previous incident again.

Fortunately, he didn’t seem to notice. Qiao Mo knelt on the ground, bending over and quickly looking for the other buttons, clutching them in her palm.

Soon, her palm became a little damp, and she felt a bit nervous.

One is still missing...

Where did it go?

This is so embarrassing.

Feeling the deep gaze overhead, a thin sweat broke out on Qiao Mo’s face.

A few minutes later, Qiao Mo finally found the last button at the edge of the bed, let out a sigh of relief, and hurriedly stood up from the ground.

"No need to hide them." He spoke in a low voice, causing Qiao Mo to pause and gaze absentmindedly at those dark eyes, not reacting for a long time.

"Huh?"

Fu Nancheng calmly explained, "There are plenty of shirts. If you like, I’ll cut them all off and give them to you."

"I... I’m not, I wasn’t hiding them."

Qiao Mo finally reacted. She... she had just picked up the buttons, and he thought she was hiding his buttons!

"Keep them." Fu Nancheng withdrew his gaze and spoke indifferently.

Qiao Mo’s face flushed even more.

Who wants to keep his buttons!

She doesn’t have such a fetish... it’s simply...

Qiao Mo just felt she couldn’t explain it even with a hundred mouths, her face inexplicably hot, hugging the clothes and hurriedly running out of the room.

She directly handed the clothes and buttons to Nanny Wang, only then did Qiao Mo breathe a sigh of relief.

After Nanny Wang left, Qiao Mo poured herself a glass of water, cooled down a bit, then stood up, only to hear a very soft sound.

A small and exquisite button fell from somewhere, rolled for a while, and stopped not far from her.

Qiao Mo was momentarily stunned.

This... this wasn’t from his shirt...

It seemed to be one hanging on the clothes, falling out from somewhere unknown.

Gently picking it up, the white button lay quietly in her palm, like a smiling face.

Qiao Mo looked up at the direction of the stairs, but Nanny Wang had long gone downstairs, with no trace of her.

Gently placing the button on the coffee table, she turned to return to the bedroom.

After walking a few steps and glancing back at the small button on the edge of the coffee table, she hesitantly turned back and placed it in her jewelry box.