It really sounded like a sincere suggestion.
"...."
Li Qing’s smile seed a bit forced too, since she and Jiang Wei were about the sa age and neither had been in a relationship.
"Thank you, we’ll consider it. No need to bother Miss Wen anymore."
"Uh huh, it’s good that you’ll consider it."
Jiang Yao sitting beside had almost suffocated from trying to hold back her laughter, taking several deep breaths to suppress her wildly rising smile and the laughter that was about to burst from her throat.
Wen Qiao glanced at her, scared, and shifted to the side, "You’re not having an asthma attack, are you?"
"You’re the one with asthma!" Jiang Yao glared at her, turned her head slightly, and looked past Wen Qiao towards Jiang Wei.
Jiang Wei had already put on her eye mask, but her tightly pursed lips still revealed her extrely agitated mood.
Jiang Yao snickered a few tis and gave Wen Qiao a thumbs up.
One word—
Epic!
Wen Qiao pressed her thumb back down, nodding slightly, "Keep it low key."
Jiang Yao: "...."
Say you’re fat and you really start panting.
No courtesy at all.
Perhaps Wen Qiao’s words were too cutting, because for the next hour, Jiang Wei never took off her eye mask, and whether she was truly asleep or not, she remained quiet the entire trip.
Wen Qiao didn’t know nor care what was going through her mind, enjoying the peace.
As soon as the plane landed, Wen Qiao turned on her phone’s mobile data.
A ssage from Fu Jinghen popped up.
[Fu Jinghen: Exit.]
The ssage had been sent half an hour earlier.
Concise and to the point, it had that dominant boss vibe of saying as little as possible.
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Okay, coming right now, love you muah!]
Right before getting off the plane, Wen Qiao glanced at Jiang Wei’s side, saw that she and Li Qing were still wearing eye masks, puckered her lips, grabbed her bag, and humd a tune as she walked out of first class.
When there was no more noise around, Jiang Wei finally took off her eye mask, throwing it on the ground with a flick.
-
After walking through the passage, Wen Qiao instantly saw the man waiting at the exit.
Without the constraint of a suit and tie, just in a white shirt and black pants, Fu Jinghen appeared more casual and relaxed than usual, his arm bent holding what seed to be a jacket for her.
The man’s physical proportions were excellent, and his looks weren’t sothing ordinary people could match. Even though it was late at night and there weren’t many people at the airport, quite a few still glanced his way.
Seemingly sensing sothing, Fu Jinghen looked up in her direction from a distance as Wen Qiao was still so steps away.
Through the crowd, their gazes t across the distance.
For so reason, Wen Qiao’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.
She subconsciously stopped in her tracks, and Jiang Yao, puzzled, asked, "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing." Wen Qiao shook her head, pulled on her face mask, and fiddled with a strand of her hair beside her cheek.
It was a nervous habit of hers.
But she didn’t know where this sudden bout of nerves had co from.
Facing his gaze, Wen Qiao walked towards him.
Originally planning to throw a fit as soon as she saw him to really show how much she missed him—which she didn’t—Wen Qiao, standing right in front of him, suddenly didn’t know what to say.
"I’ll go ahead then," Jiang Yao said sneakily after glancing back and forth at them a couple of tis, feeling sowhat in the way at the mont.
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