Wen Qiao really is sothing else, not only ssing around with people from the entertainnt industry but also having an ambiguous relationship with her own boss.
And it seems like Fu Jinghen is quite fond of Wen Qiao, Blanche finds it sowhat disgusting.
Who knows why he likes her.
She had just put down her phone when she felt soone approach her.
"You insisted on coming over, only to play on your phone the whole ti?" Gu Yi’s tone was unfriendly, "Do you know what respect is?"
Blanche’s anger shot straight to her crown.
I haven’t even settled the score with you for praising other won in front of , and you’re the one to speak up first?
Blanche coldly dropped three words, "Don’t know."
Her voice was loud enough to attract the attention of Fu Jinghen and Wen Qiao from across the way.
Then, Wen Qiao received another dagger stare from Blanche.
Damn it.
Blanche is glaring at her again!
"..."
"Aren’t you having a pleasant chat with Miss Wen? How could I be so rude as to interrupt," Blanche leaned back in her chair, fiddling with her nails, "Indeed, beauty knows no borders. Miss Wen is so pretty, there must be a lot of n around her as well, right?"
Shit!
I can’t take this anymore.
The hostility from the other side was inexplicable, and Wen Qiao, who was not exactly easygoing, was now also displeased.
Why should she put up with this, dammit!
Her voice slightly chilly, "It seems like Miss Blanche harbors quite so animosity towards ."
"Sorry, she doesn’t speak very well," Gu Yi offered an apologetic smile to Wen Qiao, then turned to Blanche and whispered sternly, "If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all."
"If I didn’t know from the start that Blanche was President Gu’s fiancée, I might have mistaken her for a circus perforr—dressed so flamboyantly and unprofessional, glued to her phone since she got here. You’d think the phone could feed her."
Hearing this, Blanche shrugged off Gu Yi’s hand and pointed at Wen Qiao, "So, she can speak, can’t she? Why don’t you tell her to shut up?"
Blanche’s impolite gesture caused Fu Jinghen’s expression to also grow cold. He was about to say sothing when the palm of his hand was scratched again.
Afterward, Wen Qiao struggled out of Fu Jinghen’s grip.
Stupid man.
Don’t think about taking advantage of her while she’s battling soone else!
Wen Qiao, eyes downcast, fiddled with the candies on the table and said nonchalantly, "President Gu got engaged so young? What possessed him to step into the marriage grave so early?"
Then, she recalled that when she got engaged to Fu Jinghen, she was also barely over twenty.
Oops.
That didn’t co out right.
Feeling the curious glances from those around her, Wen Qiao could only pretend to be nonchalant.
"Stepping into the marriage grave early is still better than soone who eats from the bowl and looks into the pot," Blanche didn’t back down.
Wen Qiao’s smile was full of mischief, although it didn’t reach her eyes, "Miss Blanche, one should speak with evidence, you know, and I’m certainly not soone who looks into the pot while eating from a bowl."
Because both the bowl and the pot are mine.
"Evidence?" Blanche pulled out her phone and pushed it towards Wen Qiao, "Here’s your evidence."
Wen Qiao looked down at the phone and imdiately felt like rolling her eyes.
Not this old drama again.
"Miss Wen once publicly declared love for a pop idol, and now she’s getting cozy with her own boss, what a rich and colorful personal life."
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