Qiao Mo broke into a smile through her tears, unable to understand why their small separation seemed like a parting of life and death.
Time flew by quickly, and no matter how reluctant she was, Qiao Mo eventually had to bid him farewell.
After taking a few steps away, she suddenly remembered something and hurriedly ran back to him: "You haven't said goodbye to the baby yet."
Fu Nancheng was momentarily stunned, then came back to his senses.
He had also forgotten about that little thing.
Immediately, he half-squatted in front of her, reached out to touch her belly, and pressed his handsome side face against it: "Little thing… you have to behave, don't trouble mommy, understand?"
Qiao Mo's cheeks flushed a little more because she wasn't even showing yet.
If she were, it wouldn't have mattered. But at this moment, in broad daylight, such a scene felt really strange.
"Are you done… everyone is watching." Qiao Mo said, a bit embarrassed.
