CHAPTER 185: CHAPTER 185 COLD WAR (3)

What is wrong with him?

When he just got back, she talked to him, but he completely ignored her.

What was the last thing she said?

Oh, she seemed to have said... No wonder you come to places like this, I didn’t expect the food to be this good, truly skilled people are among the common folk.

Did she say something wrong?

Qiao Mo pondered over it with a magazine in her hand, frowning and murmuring softly, "Could it be that ’no wonder you come to places like this’ line?"

But she didn’t mean anything by it... she was just a little surprised because of his prominent status.

Qiao Mo put down the magazine, turned to look at the entrance, truly unpredictable mood swings.

Who knows if he’s been taking his medicine properly...

After hesitating for a while, in the end, she couldn’t let it go and got up to go to the study.

She knocked gently on the door, but there was no response from inside.

"Fu Nancheng?"

Seeing that the study door was ajar, Qiao Mo gently pushed the door and went in. Could he have fallen asleep?

The study wasn’t very large, yet it was tidy and clean, still designed in a simple European style, ancient and understated but somewhat solemn and serious.

The entire left wall was a deep brown bookshelf, filled with an array of books.

The right side had a window with a balcony, connecting to an endless stretch of blue ocean.

At the center was a large desk; a big LCD screen was mounted on the wall opposite, a desk lamp and some files were placed on the desk, with a conspicuous deep blue box standing out, uncovered and very eye-catching.

The box seemed to contain some letters, with a pile of opened stationery stacked at one side, delicate handwriting faintly visible.

Qiao Mo was a bit puzzled, does anyone still like to write letters these days?

The room was filled with a faint scent of books and freshness, inexplicably with a hint of chill.

"Where is he?" Qiao Mo collected her thoughts, looked around, and seeing that he wasn’t there, she planned to leave.

But just as she was about to turn around, she noticed a piece of pink stationery falling at her feet, deeply creased, seemingly quite old.

The sea breeze blew in, gently moving the paper a bit, covering her foot.

Qiao Mo bent down to pick up the stationery on the floor, walked to the desk, intending to put it back.

And as it happened, the paper was facing up.

At a glance, she could see the childish handwriting on it: Nancheng, I’ve moved into the new house, there are many people here, I am very...

"What are you doing."

Suddenly, a deep, cold voice rang out, without a trace of warmth.

Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, she looked up and immediately saw Fu Nancheng’s eyes filled with shadows, his eyes bloodshot and icy, carrying a chill she had never seen before!

"I..."

Qiao Mo felt uneasy, just felt that the temperature in the room dropped a few notches, oppressing her almost to suffocation.

"Who allowed you to come in!" Seeing the letter in her hand, a flash of panic passed through his eyes, he walked up quickly and snatched it away.

"I didn’t mean to look at it..."

"Get out!" After snatching the letter, he put it into that blue box, immediately throwing several other letters on the desk into it, with a hint of panic.

Qiao Mo stared blankly at him, were those letters... very important to him?

She seemed to have never seen him so nervous.

"I really didn’t mean to, the stationery just fell..."

"Get out!"

Before she could finish, he turned around to face her, his eyes growing more shadowy, with a struggling hatred flickering in those cold eyes.

Qiao Mo instinctively stepped back two paces. In that instant, she inexplicably felt that he hated her to the bone!