He then took strides to walk outside.
Wen Qiao blinked her eyes at her reflection in the mirror, as if trying to comprehend the aning behind Jinghen’s words.
Eh?
Is that settled then?
Jinghen had barely taken three steps when a scream ca from the bathroom behind him.
Before his brain could react, his lips curved into a smile as if they had a mind of their own.
Then his shoulders tightened, his back felt heavier, and his waist was encircled once again by those familiar legs, he looked down and could lock eyes with SpongeBob on the slippers.
Jinghen instinctively reached his hand behind to support Wen Qiao who had pounced onto his back, feeling slightly helpless inside.
"Are you a monkey or sothing?"
"Nope." Wen Qiao moved up a bit and whispered playfully into Jinghen’s ear, "I belong to you."
Wen Qiao seed to already envision the soaring price of her value after endorsing ES, hence her exceptionally sweet talk.
Jinghen: "....."
Seeing that Jinghen wasn’t responding, Wen Qiao didn’t mind.
"What was that endorsent you ntioned just now all about?"
Jinghen tilted his head, "You already know, don’t you?"
"Hehe, I just really want to hear you tell yourself."
"I could tell you, but you wouldn’t understand," Jinghen said lightly, "After all, there are two insurmountable gulfs between us."
?
Why is he holding such a grudge?
Are all billionaires this petty?
"I can understand, I can definitely understand," Wen Qiao clung tightly around Jinghen’s neck, her upper body leaning forward, closing the slight distance between them.
Jinghen’s lips almost touched Wen Qiao’s cheek.
But the excited Wen Qiao naturally didn’t pay attention to this.
"There’s no gulf, how could there be any gulfs, President Fu, you have astronomical knowledge and geographical wisdom, elders want to take you ho as a son-in-law, children see you and wish to call you dad."
"From eighty-year-old grandmothers to three-year-old children, everyone falls at your suited pants, you are truly adored by everyone and flowers bloom at your sight—"
"Shut up."
Wen Qiao’s impromptu speech had just started and hadn’t reached its passionate climax when Jinghen made her stop.
But she didn’t mind, instead, she blinked those big eyes, eagerly awaiting Jinghen’s next words.
Jinghen suddenly found it hard to say "no" with those eyes looking at him. After quietly locking eyes for a few seconds, he walked back to the bathroom, bent down, and set Wen Qiao down.
"I’ll take you to et with the people from ES tomorrow night, get ready."
Wen Qiao asked, "What do you an by eting? Didn’t you say we needed to first take a set of pictures for them to see and then decide?"
Actually, ES had already had their eyes on Wen Qiao for the endorsent role, but when Jinghen visited Hang City last ti, ES hadn’t been quite sure, so he hadn’t ntioned it.
The contract had already been signed a couple of days ago, and the endorsent role was definitively settled.
As for the pretense of taking pictures first for review, it was just an excuse Jinghen had casually concocted to keep Wen Qiao hanging.
This girl’s character is lacking in steadiness, if he had told her the news sooner, wouldn’t she have beco too proud to even rember her last na?
Jinghen said, "ES wants to have a face-to-face eting."
Wen Qiao’s smile hadn’t left her face since the beginning, and now she adapted to whatever Jinghen said, sliding off his back to stand in front of him, her head nodding like a woodpecker: "Alright, President Fu, I guarantee I won’t let you down!"
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