CHAPTER 164: CHAPTER 164: NOT SO ANNOYING (5)

Qiao Mo’s gaze was a bit blurred, staring absent-mindedly at the man in front of the desk.

Was it he who carried her back to the bedroom...

Why... why does she sometimes feel an inexplicable sadness from him.

Secretly staring at him, not knowing for how long, Qiao Mo glanced at the clock on the wall.

One thirty in the morning.

Is it because she didn’t let him work during the day, so he’s busy at night...

Or is it because she said something wrong that made him angry?

Turning again, Qiao Mo made no sound, closed her eyes and went to sleep, but inexplicably, the cactus with a few small purple flowers in the flower shop came to her mind...

Early the next morning, Qiao Mo went to school early to pick up some tools.

She also went to the hospital to see Qiao Xuan, and finally found herself at the flower shop as if guided by fate.

She bought two more bunches of dried flowers, and brought back the cactus as well.

After lunch, Qiao Mo sat on the sofa in front of the couch and began sketching design drafts, holding a pen, seemingly deep in thought.

Before long, the room door was pushed open.

Qiao Mo quickly stood up and looked at him, "Have you had lunch?"

Fu Nancheng merely glanced at her indifferently, showing no intention of responding, and headed straight to the desk.

Qiao Mo pouted, well then...

Is he angry?

From morning till now, he completely ignored her.

But what on earth did she say to make him angry.

Fu Nancheng walked to the desk expressionlessly, before sitting down, he caught sight of a cactus next to the computer, and he froze for a moment, a bit distracted.

But only for a moment.

Seconds later, he sat casually at the desk, turned on the computer, and started working, as if he didn’t see anything.

Qiao Mo held the paintbrush, but since he came in, her gaze uncontrollably drifted in that direction.

Did he see it...

Really.

Such a beautiful little flower, he couldn’t possibly miss it.

The man was typing swiftly on the keyboard, seemingly very focused.

Qiao Mo pouted, feeling somewhat dissatisfied.

Hm... not even a word, after all... after all her sincerity...

After ten minutes or so, a somewhat absent Qiao Mo put down her paintbrush, earnestly poured a glass of water, took some pills, and walked to his side: "You should take your medicine?"

"Mm." He only responded with a sound, still fixed on the computer, still showing no intention of acknowledging her.

Qiao Mo glanced at him in dissatisfaction, hesitated for a moment looking at the glass of water and pills in her hand.

Finally, a bit disappointed, she placed them on his desk, drooped her head, and returned to the sofa.

What does ’Mm’ mean?

Doesn’t he know to take medicine on time if he’s injured...

But after a while, Qiao Mo propped her chin and started pondering.

Mm.

He spoke with her in some way, right?

Mm, it should be so.

Until after ten more minutes, Qiao Mo, for the Nth time, looked up at the man in front of the desk, watching him finally take the medicine, she let out a sigh of relief.

Withdrawing her thoughts, she began sketching drafts once more, gradually becoming more focused.

But as she became engrossed, the man in front of the computer stopped, continually staring distractedly at the cactus beside him.

After some time, Fu Nancheng looked up at the woman on the sofa.

Because it was warm at home, the woman wore a long floral dress, loose hair spilling down, holding a paintbrush, sketching something seriously on the drawing board before her.

At that moment, he even felt a bit jealous.

Jealous of the brush in her hand... able to be held so gently by her...

Jealous of her drawing board, to be able to capture all of her attention and gaze.