CHAPTER 143: CHAPTER 143: THE EXTRA LITTLE PLANT (6)

After a moment’s hesitation, Qiao Mo gently stood up and pushed the remote control forward on the coffee table, sliding it in front of him.

Only then did she turn around and leave.

It wasn’t until Qiao Mo completely disappeared from his sight and the bedroom door was tightly closed.

Fu Nancheng finally raised his head and looked somewhat greedily in the direction she had left.

It wasn’t until more than half an hour later that Qiao Mo was drifting into sleep.

The bedroom door was quietly pushed open, making Qiao Mo immediately more awake.

Fu Nancheng glanced at the bedroom still illuminated by the wall light, bathed in a warm glow. On the bed was a small figure wrapped up, the large bed only occupied a small space, yet it inexplicably softened his heart.

He walked to her side, looked at her small face, and placed a hand on the wall light switch.

Just as he was about to turn off the light, he seemed reluctant to do so.

His gaze fell upon her small face again and coincidentally caught her eyelashes gently trembling.

A touch of disappointment swelled up in his heart.

So, she wasn’t asleep yet...

Just didn’t want to see him?

The night passed without further words, and Qiao Mo only knew that early the next morning, his presence was nowhere beside her.

After eating a little and tidying up.

Qiao Mo went to the hospital to check on Qiao Xuan, who still showed no signs of waking up. According to Qin Zhaoran, he likely wouldn’t wake until the surgery was successful.

After spending some time with Qiao Xuan at the hospital, she went to the police station to inquire about the matter of Jing Hao’s mother.

Unfortunately, up until now, there was still not a shred of news about Aunt Feng.

Leaving the police station, Qiao Mo felt somewhat aimless.

She wandered without purpose and somehow ended up on a quiet little road.

On either side of the road, many charming little shops were open. Some sold coffee and tea, with window messages written in colorful fluorescent pens with blessings and English lyrics.

Other shops had cute wind chimes of rabbits or raccoons hanging in front of their doors, with walls filled with a dazzling array of postcards inside, gathering many men and women earnestly writing something.

Walking past shop after shop, Qiao Mo glanced through the windows at the world inside.

Until her gaze stopped in front of a shop selling flowers and plants, her eyes fell on bouquets of dried flowers wrapped in dark yellow kraft paper through the transparent glass window.

"Miss, would you like to come in and sit for a while?"

Coincidentally, a woman in her thirties walked out of the flower shop, wearing a light-colored apron, her smile full of brightness and sunlight, exuding a tranquil charm.

Qiao Mo returned a smile and entered the shop, glancing around for a while before choosing a few bouquets of dried flowers to pay for.

"That will be two hundred and sixty-five yuan in total."

As Qiao Mo was about to pay, her gaze fell on the adorably arranged cacti on the counter, and she suddenly recalled Fu Nancheng working in front of the computer last night.

He seems... to often work in front of the computer.

"How much is this?" Qiao Mo picked up a pink flowerpot cactus and turned to look at the shop owner.

"This pot is thirty-five."

Qiao Mo looked down at the cactus in her hand. The pot was a pale pink color, with saw-toothed edges.

The cactus wasn’t very large, with spines tinged with a faint golden hue, and several small purple flowers had already bloomed at the top of the cactus, making it appear even more petite and lovely in a sea of green.

"The flowers on top are grafted and won’t wither," the shop owner said with a smile.

"I want this one."

Qiao Mo placed the cactus along with the bouquets and paid a total of three hundred yuan exactly.

But after leaving the flower shop a dozen meters with the bouquets and holding the cactus, Qiao Mo stared at the cactus in her hands, lost in thought.