CHAPTER 200: CHAPTER 200: FU NANCHENG, I FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE (4)

Qiao Mo’s throat was dry, and she held her wine glass without making a sound.

Jing Hao sat on one side, his gaze falling on Qiao Mo, with an indescribable heartache in his eyes, his large hand also tightly gripping the wine glass...

Fu Nancheng also turned his head, looking calmly at Qiao Mo beside him.

After a few seconds of silence, Qiao Mo finally spoke: "Fu Nancheng."

"Good!!!"

"Good..."

As soon as she spoke, cheers and applause erupted from the men and women around her.

Qiao Mo also smiled slightly, not looking at Jing Hao, she raised her wine glass and drank it all, her soft pink lips stained with a hint of red.

Fu Nancheng’s eyes deepened a bit, but he didn’t stop her.

After a woman, the bottle fell into Qiao Mo’s hands.

Qiao Mo mimicked them and spun it around. Luckily, she wasn’t clumsy, so she did it with some grace. A few seconds later, the black wine bottle slowly stopped, its mouth pointed right at Jing Hao, causing the smile on Qiao Mo’s face to stiffen a bit.

The group seemed to notice something was wrong, and for a moment the table suddenly fell silent.

Jing Hao looked at her without speaking, a note of pain in his eyes, and said softly: "Mixing spirits with beer, you’ll get drunk."

A hint of mist dyed Qiao Mo’s eyes, but a few seconds later, it was as if she hadn’t heard him. She chuckled lightly: "Truth or dare?"

"Truth." Jing Hao stared at her and spoke slowly.

Fu Nancheng slightly narrowed his eyes but remained silent, lost in thought.

Having received the answer, Qiao Mo fell silent, unsure of what to ask.

She had too many questions she wanted to ask... but didn’t know where to start...

She wanted to ask if he was doing well?

Wanted to ask if he hated her...

Also wanted to ask if he regretted once loving her...

But all of this was melted into her smile. Her beautiful eyes flickered with starlight, yet she asked the most irrelevant question: "What kind of wine does Mr. Jiang like to drink?"

Jing Hao still stared directly into her eyes, those clear pupils made Qiao Mo feel ashamed.

"I don’t like to drink."

Qiao Mo nodded, casually smiling: "It seems Mr. Jiang is a good man."

As the two spoke, the atmosphere became a bit awkward.

The question Qiao Mo asked was too insincere, but most people present were well aware, and the awkwardness was quickly eased over.

Soon, the bottle made a round and fell into the hands of a man.

The bottleneck was aimed right at Fu Nancheng, and the man hesitated before boldly asking: "Young Master Fu, do you have a woman you love?"

Qiao Mo turned her head to look at him, his gaze also fell on her face, his deep black eyes clearly reflecting her image.

"Yes."

Qiao Mo froze for a moment, somewhat lost, with an indescribable feeling surging in her heart.

So, he also had someone he loved...

Was it the woman who wrote the letter?

But why did he look at her that way?

The atmosphere at the drinking table gradually heated up, and the questions asked became more and more explicit.

The bottle again fell into Yan Jiu’s hands, but it seemed deliberately aimed at Qiao Mo: "Tsk, Little Sister Qiao, it seems today you’re going to fall into my hands..."

"Truth," Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, not revealing the trick.

Initially, it was hard for him to tell, but after playing a couple of rounds, he realized that for people like Yan Yiheng and Fu Nancheng, controlling the accuracy of a wine bottle wasn’t difficult at all.

Yan Yiheng pretended to think seriously, then smirked at Qiao Mo and asked: "How many times can Third Brother go in one night?"

Qiao Mo was stunned for a moment and instinctively turned to look at Fu Nancheng.

Only to see him also raise his eyes to look at Yan Yiheng, with a cold, warning gaze.