Wen Qiao got up from Fu Jinghen’s body and turned to look at him, "How could you not know? You must have done sothing to make her misunderstand, that’s why she fell for you!"
Wen Qiao’s tone was very definitive.
Fu Jinghen felt that the hat she was trying to put on his head was utterly baffling, "I haven’t done anything."
He looked at Wen Qiao’s obviously distrustful expression and frowned, explaining, "I t Jiang Wei because when I moved, I moved next to her place. We were neighbors for a few years, and then after Dad passed away, my sister took away."
"Just pure neighbors?" Wen Qiao queried.
Fu Jinghen dredged up more distant mories and thought for a mont, "I happened to tutor her for a while."
"See!" Wen Qiao was excited, as if she had caught Fu Jinghen’s Achilles’ heel, "Young n and won tutoring together are the most likely to develop special feelings!"
"That was my sister who asked to tutor her." Fu Jinghen patiently explained, "At that ti, Jiang Wei’s parents took good care of , so my sister ntioned it, and I was just purely tutoring her."
"Don’t believe ?" With that, Fu Jinghen pulled out his phone, "I’ll have my sister explain it to you."
"No need, no need!" Wen Qiao quickly stopped him and held down his eagerly moving hand, "I believe what you say."
"..."
Fu Jinghen stared at Wen Qiao’s face for a while, caught a hint of reluctance, and didn’t say anything else, but he still put away his phone.
They had arrived at the airport just in ti, and after a while, there was an announcent to board the flight.
Wen Qiao flicked her hand out of Fu Jinghen’s grasp and stood up from the couch, "I’m leaving now, don’t miss too much, President Fu."
She had expected Fu Jinghen to either ignore her comnt like all the other tis they’d parted or to co back with a retort that would shut her up. Unexpectedly, just as she stood up, her wrist was grasped from behind again.
"?"
Wen Qiao looked back in confusion.
She saw Fu Jinghen standing up from the couch as well, watched him raise his hand to rub her head, and then his hand slid to touch her ear, "Focus on your filming, don’t get distracted with thoughts, and when you’re a bit older, let’s get married."
Wen Qiao felt a "thud" in her chest, so loud she wondered if thunder had just struck next to her ear.
"Wha-, what." Wen Qiao was incoherent, "Mar-, marriage, marry?"
Compared to Wen Qiao, who was so nervous that she could hardly speak articulately, Fu Jinghen was much more composed as he pinched her gradually reddening ear, "So you won’t have to ask random questions next ti. I’m giving you sothing to steady your nerves and secure your position as Mrs. Fu."
A knock on the door sounded, and the next second Jiang Yao poked her head in, "Uh... although I hate to interrupt you two, but it’s ti to board."
After speaking, she quickly retracted her head.
The door was closed again, and it was just the two of them left in the waiting room.
Wen Qiao’s mind went blank, her eyes fixed on the man’s handso face, and her ears filled with the thundering sound of her own heartbeat.
Damn, damn, damn.
Should she say sothing now?
But she couldn’t say anything.
Damn it.
If she didn’t take any action, the little deer prancing in her heart was going to crash and die.
Fu Jinghen could see Wen Qiao’s anxiety and realized that his words might have scared her. A trace of hardly noticeable chagrin flickered through his eyes.
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