CHAPTER 166: CHAPTER 166: NOT SO ANNOYING (7)

A few seconds later, Fu Nancheng finally slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on Qiao Mo, and said lightly, "No."

Hearing this, Qiao Mo didn’t think much of it, turned around, and searched the room for a while, ultimately finding nothing.

Qiao Mo had to take another brush and sit in front of the drawing board again, seriously contemplating.

There’s not much time left until the date set for the first round of the competition. The situation could be described as urgent, and she didn’t want to be eliminated in the first round.

But she wanted to hurry, yet couldn’t speed up.

After all, her understanding of equestrianism was still lacking, based only on the various information online, unable to find her own feelings towards it.

Feelings are very important for a designer, especially for professional clothing like equestrian attire, which requires the designer to have some understanding of equestrianism.

Qiao Mo sat on the sofa, legs crossed, staring at the drawing board lost in thought, planning to visit the equestrian club again in the coming days.

But thinking about it, she felt timid remembering how she was thrown off the horse the other day.

"Mr. Fu... Nancheng...?"

Qiao Mo looked at the man at the table and spoke softly.

Fu Nancheng stopped his actions and looked at her with indifferent eyes.

Qiao Mo showed a flattering smile, "Do you have any time these days?"

Fu Nancheng still just looked at her silently, waiting for her to continue.

"Can you accompany me to the equestrian club once?"

Qiao Mo’s eyes were full of anticipation, her beautiful eyes like two stars, shining brightly.

Fu Nancheng stared at her indifferently for a while. A few seconds later, he finally withdrew his gaze and said coldly, "No time."

Qiao Mo pouted, stingy...

Until dinner, Qiao Mo kept being very obsequious, continuously serving food to Fu Nancheng, "Mr. Fu..."

As soon as Qiao Mo spoke, she clearly noticed his actions paused slightly.

He looked up at her, his gaze carrying a trace of coldness.

Qiao Mo wished she could bite off her own tongue, but there was nothing she could do; she just couldn’t change that habit.

"I... I’m just not used to it." Qiao Mo lowered her head and explained softly.

He coldly snorted, the chill around him still present, obviously dissatisfied.

She calls Jing Hao so easily?

But with him, she’s not used to it...

No words were spoken; both continued to eat in silence.

Until a dozen seconds later, Qiao Mo couldn’t help but mutter softly, "Actually, calling you Mr. Fu sounds pretty nice... Why insist on using your name."

Fu Nancheng squinted his eyes at her, "So, my name doesn’t sound good?"

Qiao Mo was stunned for a moment; what’s with his logic...

She never said his name didn’t sound good.

"No, no, it sounds good, especially good, extraordinarily good, Fu Nancheng is the best-sounding name I’ve ever heard in my life, none better." Qiao Mo spoke sincerely.

Fu Nancheng coldly snorted, saying nothing.

But quietly added in his heart: your name sounds good too.

Qiao Mo served him some dishes, "Fu Nancheng... can you teach me to ride a horse?"

Fu Nancheng’s expression was indifferent, decisively refusing, "No."

Not expecting him to refuse so bluntly, Qiao Mo protested, "Then I’ll find someone else to teach me."

"No way!"

Her words had just fallen when he interrupted coldly.

"Why?"

Fu Nancheng held back for a long time, finally saying, "Because the equestrian field is mine."

Qiao Mo was stunned again, looking suspiciously at the man in front of her, "Since when did the Royal Equestrian Club become yours?"