The final sentence successfully made Lin Ruochun swallow back the words she was about to say. She said impatiently, "I already said I’ll tell you later. Why are you so annoying? What did you co over here for?"
anwhile, Wen Qiao, who was listening to their conversation, was rendered speechless upon hearing what Qin Xiang had said.
No hope left.
Qin Laoer was also beyond saving.
Then she began to wonder, how could anyone who hangs out with Fu Jinghen be like this in matters of love, each one more clueless than the last?
Birds of a feather flock together indeed.
"Alright, alright, if you don’t want to talk, I won’t ask. Just calm down," Qin Xiang said, seeing she didn’t want to continue, without pressing further, and coaxed her, "Fu Jinghen ordered afternoon tea for your crew, want to go have so?"
Wen Qiao, who had been enjoying the show, felt that she had watched enough. She had only had a small sandwich in the morning and was feeling a bit hungry now. She stretched lazily, straightened up, and let out an "ouch": "Let’s go eat sothing."
Whether intentional or accidental, when Wen Qiao lowered her arm, she hit Qin Xiang on the head. Realizing what had happened, she repeatedly apologized: "Sorry, sorry, I didn’t an to hit you. My apologies, Qin Laoer."
Qin Xiang jumped up in a second, gritting his teeth, "Say it again, and don’t you dare call Qin Laoer."
"Got it, Qin Laoer," Wen Qiao replied nonchalantly, waving her hand and walking over to Jiang Yao, hooking her arm and heading toward the director.
Qin Xiang stood in place and could still faintly hear the words Wen Qiao was saying.
"What is this guy’s head made of? It hurts to hit it. Look, my hand is all red now."
"...."
Qin Xiang looked at Lin Ruochun and spoke earnestly, "See, you really should stay away from that kind of woman in the future, got it, Ruochun?"
Lin Ruochun gave him a cold glance: "You call Ruochun one more ti, and I’ll start calling you Qin Laoer from now on."
After speaking, Lin Ruochun turned and left.
Qin Xiang watched Lin Ruochun’s retreating figure with deep pain and regret.
It was over.
His cute and well-behaved Ruochun had definitely been led astray by that bad woman Wen Qiao.
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Fu Jinghen and Qin Xiang didn’t stay at the set for very long; they left around noon.
When leaving, Wen Qiao only followed the director and others to send them off perfunctorily. After all, she and Fu Jinghen had a secret marriage, and it was her own idea to begin with, so it wouldn’t be right to seem too enthusiastic.
On the other hand, Jiang Wei gave them a bunch of pleasantries, advising them to "be safe and have a smooth trip."
Wen Qiao stood at the back of the crowd, idly twirling her hair, feeling a bit out of place. When she looked up, she locked eyes with Fu Jinghen in front of the crowd.
She blinked and moved her lips, silently saying "goodbye."
Whether it was her imagination or not, she felt that after she said those two words, the look Fu Jinghen gave her turned colder.
Wen Qiao: "...."
Oh my God.
A man’s mind is so hard to guess.
Jiang Yao nudged her shoulder next to her: "Aren’t you going to say sothing?"
"No, I’m not going for the excitent."
"But you did remind ; I really should say sothing."
Wen Qiao paused for a mont, then pulled out her phone, found Fu Jinghen’s WeChat, and sent him a ssage.
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Have a safe trip. ssage when you get ho, okay? I’ll miss you. Love you, xoxo. Kiss Kiss JPG.]
"Don’t understand you. You won’t say it in person, yet you insist on sending a ssage."
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