Qiao Mo looked at him tenderly, "If I tell him now, he won't agree. I can only explain to him afterward."
Xie Qinghuan remained silent and said no more.
"Help me move him to the bed." Qiao Mo spoke softly. The sofa was too small, and she feared he might feel uncomfortable overnight.
After much effort, the two of them managed to get him onto the bed. Qiao Mo tucked him in, changed her clothes, grabbed the wedding dress from the coat rack, turned off the lights, and left.
Seven o'clock the next morning.
Fu Nancheng awoke from a dizzy spell, glanced at his side, and found no one there.
Recalling last night's events, his blurry eyes quickly turned sharp.
He glanced over the half glass of red wine left on the coffee table in the living room, a wicked glint flashing through his eyes.
Good, very good!
He was curious to see what this woman intended by drugging him!
Meanwhile, at a church in the western suburbs of Jiang City.
