A magnetic male voice ca through the receiver, "Isn’t it ti for takeoff?"
"Not yet." Wen Qiao’s voice imdiately beca aggrieved, and she also put on a crying tone, weakly calling out, "Fu Jinghen—"
Originally lounging against the back of his chair, Fu Jinghen’s brow twitched when he heard the little woman’s elongated, teary call. He instinctively sat upright, with a hint of barely noticeable urgency, and asked, "What’s wrong?"
"Today I’m wearing just a dress, and just now Sister Jiang Wei accidentally spilled so coffee on it. A big patch on my shoulder is all wet and chilly, and it looks really ugly. Can you bring a jacket when you co to pick up?"
Although it wasn’t too chilly, it truly did look ugly.
When Wen Qiao ntioned she was going to call Fu Jinghen, Jiang Yao had guessed that she was trying to deliberately annoy Jiang Wei. But, after actually hearing her tone on the call, she felt the goosebumps on her body beginning to drop like they were free.
This woman...
Why was she even more coquettish than the usual tone she used when calling Fu Jinghen?
Listening to that tender, delicate voice, she felt her bones soften.
Sitting across the aisle from Wen Qiao, Jiang Wei’s face now turned downright ugly, not even bothering to hide it.
With these words, Wen Qiao was ostensibly asking Fu Jinghen to bring her a jacket but was actually subtly tattling, showing her magnanimity with a casually ntioned "accidentally."
She perfectly played the "Although you’ve hurt , I will still forgive you generously, and I’ll even make excuses for you," depicting it in full effect.
To this, Wen Qiao expressed a hundred thousand points of satisfaction with herself.
They had barely spoken two sentences when the flight attendant ca over to remind them that the plane was about to take off, and that they needed to turn off their cell phones or switch them to airplane mode.
Reluctantly, Wen Qiao cooed to Fu Jinghen on the other end of the phone for a while longer before finally hanging up.
During the call, Wen Qiao hadn’t glanced at Jiang Wei even once. Now, after hanging up, she propped her chin with her hand and turned to look at Jiang Wei, comforting her with, "Sister Weiwei, you don’t have to feel too guilty. Fu Jinghen will bring a jacket when he cos to pick up."
Jiang Wei: "..."
She didn’t feel guilty at all and even wanted to throw Wen Qiao off the plane.
Li Qing tily held Jiang Wei’s arm and smiled slightly at Wen Qiao, "It seems like Miss Wen and President Fu have a pretty good relationship."
"It’s very good indeed," Wen Qiao said unabashedly. "I’m five or six years younger than him. He probably thinks of as a kid to so extent, so he usually dotes on very much."
In the end, she sighed leisurely, "That’s why, it’s best to find a man older than oneself; they tend to be more caring. Oh, by the way, Sister Weiwei, haven’t you had a boyfriend yet? You’re twenty-seven this year, right? I happen to know a few quality n in their thirties. Want to introduce you to them?"
"I—"
Jiang Wei had just spoken a word when Li Qing interrupted her, "No need, our Weiwei isn’t planning to date for the ti being. She wants to prioritize her career."
"Ah, I see. Sister Weiwei is so career-minded, not like , always thinking about Fu Jinghen...."
Wen Qiao’s spirits drooped for a while, then recalling sothing, she added, "But the dating thing should also be moved up the schedule. After all, won start going downhill after thirty. While career is important, finding soone you love to be with until old age is also very blissful."
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