Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 861 - 870: Mother and Daughter (2)

After taking a shower, Qiao Mo went directly to the dining room to get something to eat.

Fu Nancheng and Qiao Zichen had both already tidied up, and the two, one big and one small, sat neatly across from her, waiting for dinner to start.

Since she had slept well, Qiao Mo’s appetite improved significantly.

Qiao Zichen ate quickly, and after finishing, his gaze wandered back and forth between Qiao Mo and Fu Nancheng, carrying a hint of inquiry and curiosity.

"Mama...?"

"Hmm?"

"After you and Daddy start sleeping together again, will there be a little sister?"

Qiao Mo was stunned for a moment, and Fu Nancheng’s expression also slightly stiffened, the originally harmonious atmosphere suddenly becoming a bit awkward and peculiar.

Qiao Mo lowered her head, not knowing how to respond.

Fu Nancheng gently tousled his little head, speaking softly, "Chenchen, do you want a little sister?"

"Uh-huh, if Chenchen has a little sister, I’ll give her all my toys!"

"Then Chenchen needs to eat more, grow taller, and become strong so you can protect your sister in the future."

"Like Daddy?"

"Hmm."

Listening to their conversation, Qiao Mo remained silent.

Undeniably, children’s acceptance is quite rapid.

She once thought that it would take some time for Chenchen to accept Fu Nancheng, but now it seems this period was much shorter than she expected.

She thought, maybe he really always wanted a dad.

It’s just that Lu Yiran couldn’t give that to him, but could she?

...

After dinner, Qiao Mo returned to the bedroom to pick an outfit.

Looking at the variety of brand-new dresses in the closet, she felt a bit lost.

At this moment, a large hand reached into the wardrobe from beside her, taking out a light blue dress for her: "Wear this."

Qiao Mo did not object, merely silently accepting it.

She turned slightly to the side and, without any deliberate avoidance, started changing into the dress.

He stood behind her watching her absent-mindedly.

After a few minutes, Qiao Mo pulled her hair to one side but couldn’t zip up the back.

A large hand took it from her, slowly pulling the zipper to the top: "Xiao Mo..."

Qiao Mo said nothing but could feel his warm breath on her nape.

"With you like this, my restraint will slip." He wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind.

"Mr. Fu’s self-control must not be so easily undermined," Qiao Mo’s voice was very soft.

He rested his chin lightly on her shoulder: "You know I’ve never had self-control with you."

"So? Do you want me now?"

She lowered her head, adjusting the belt around her waist, as if discussing an insignificant matter.

He was silent for a long time, then sighed softly, turning around to change his clothes.

His gaze fell on the neat row of ties, involuntarily resting on a light blue tie that matched her dress, and he slowly took it out, tying it in front of the mirror.

Qiao Mo watched this scene, feeling a bit eager to join in.

It had been years since she last tied a tie, her hands seemed a bit out of practice.

In her contemplation, she had already taken the tie from his hands, standing in front of him, carefully fixing it for him.

He kept his head lowered, gazing at her, the corners of his lips curling into a gentle smile, his eyes filled with a hint of affection.

"Hmm... doesn’t seem quite right..."

Qiao Mo was somewhat dissatisfied, and when she looked up, her lips brushed against his.

Both of them were taken aback, neither expecting this moment to happen.

Their soft lips gently touched, she was so close to him that she could see every eyelash.

Qiao Mo awkwardly averted her gaze, stepping back a few inches, and turned to avoid: "Sorry."