Constantly comforting herself that this doesn't necessarily mean anything, yet her mood still uncontrollably plummeted.
Qiao Mo thought, maybe Qiao Yun was ultimately a different existence in his heart.
Before long, Fu Nancheng pushed the door open and entered, glanced at her indifferently: "What are you thinking about?"
Qiao Mo looked up at him, meeting his dark eyes with a hint of scrutiny in them, but in the end, she still chuckled lightly and said: "Thinking of names for the baby."
"Names?"
Fu Nancheng raised his eyebrows, seemingly hadn't considered this question yet.
But it's only been just over three months, so it's still early.
However, he didn't dampen Qiao Mo's enthusiasm, handing her some fruit: "What have you thought of?"
"Um… Fu Ze… Fu You… Fu Rao… you choose." Qiao Mo blinked her big watery eyes, looking innocent.
Responsible? Rich? Prosperous?
