948 How Could Fu Huaian Not Understand Cen Mos Words (1/2)
Song Yao was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth. She propped herself up with one hand, her clear and pitch-black gaze filled with perplexity. ”You were even saying that Mom would be full of anticipation toward this child as well!”
Song Yao mentioned that she had ruined the diary belonging to Cen Mo's mother the other day. Back then, Cen Mo had stroked her stomach and said that his mother would be more concerned about the child in her stomach and wouldn't blame her for ruining her diary.
After keeping silent for a moment, Cen Mo nodded. He looked seriously toward Song Yao, then raised his hand to tuck her stray hair behind her ears, his unfathomable gaze filled with seriousness. ”If you don't want to give birth, then I won't force you to. As long as you don't escape, anything works!”
Cen Mo really loved Song Yao a lot. Compared to having a child… what Cen Mo wanted the most was for Song Yao to stay by his side.
Song Yao bit her lip, and her nose slightly moved as tears flowed down the corners of her lips. ”Who said that I'm going to escape? It's true that I'm afraid… but I also want to bear a child for you!”
It was said that a woman had to love a man to a great extent to be willing to bear a child for him!
Song Yao hoped that Cen Mo could understand that she would still give birth to this child no matter how scared she was. She hoped that Cen Mo would realize how much she loved him from this!
Cen Mo hugged Song Yao tightly in his arms and said softly, ”Go to sleep!”
Song Yao snuggled into Cen Mo's embrace, and her breathing quickly became slow and regular…
A while later, Cen Mo's phone vibrated on the bedside table. He held up Song Yao's head, gently withdrew his arm, and picked up his phone to take a look at it. He headed to the balcony and frowned as he dialed Fu Huai'an's number.
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Fu Huai'an had never been one to sleep much. After accompanying Lin Nuan until she had fallen asleep, he got up to do work.
Fu Huai'an had just switched on his computer and got connected with Lu Jinnan when his phone, which was placed on the side of his desk, started to vibrate.
He glanced at it. After feeling surprised that it was Cen Mo, he spoke to Lu Jinnan before picking up the call, then went to draw the curtains…
”Hello…”
On the other end of the call, Cen Mo heard Fu Huai'an's deep voice. He said, ”You're too unreliable. Since you took Li Muyang back to the United States to monitor him, then put more effort into it. Li Muyang's assistant, Ah Zhan, called all the way to Morocco!”
Fu Huai'an's action of drawing the curtains paused. The glass reflected Fu Huai'an's deep, composed, and mature features. He pulled the curtains and asked, ”He called you?”
”It was the cousin of Ah Zhan, who works for Li Muyang. Ah Zhan called his cousin and then got his cousin to find a way to get in touch with me…” Cen Mo looked at Song Yao, who was deep asleep in bed, through the full-length mirror. He tapped his cigarette ash and said, ”I sent someone to investigate that person's relationship with Ah Zhan. They are indeed cousins! There might be some truth to what he said!”
”What did he say?” Fu Huai'an asked.
”It was just about asking me for help to save that person in exchange for a few businesses, or something along that line…”
Fu Huai'an's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes were filled with smiles. ”What do you want from me in exchange for this information?”
”Let Tuan Tuan stay at my place for a week!” Cen Mo said. ”Tuan Tuan can't be away from you and Lin Nuan. He's introverted and shy, so… I can only trouble you and Lin Nuan to bring Tuan Tuan to stay at the Cen residence for a week. Just treat it as letting Lin Nuan come and accompany Song Yao as well!”
Given Fu Huai'an's status, after assessing the advantages and disadvantages, Cen Mo would still choose to work with ”Mr. Moral” and not Li Muyang, who was already confined.
The few businesses might seem tempting, but in fact, without a strong supply source, they'd be useless. He might end up being under Li Muyang's control instead.