She had just finished speaking when she felt a gentle breeze blow across her knee.
Fu Jinghen was blowing air softly as he wiped her knee more and more delicately.
Wen Qiao felt satisfied imdiately, resting her chin on the knee of her other leg, tilting her head as she looked at Fu Jinghen.
After a while, she suddenly asked, "Fu Jinghen, are you being so nice to because I helped Wen Shu this ti? Ouch— are you trying to murder !"
A sudden pain shot through her injured knee, hurting so much that Wen Qiao imdiately grimaced.
"What are you doing!"
"Because you’re talking nonsense, I’m trying to snap you out of it."
Fu Jinghen didn’t even look up as he took so gauze from the dicine box and began to wrap it around Wen Qiao’s knee, round and round.
"Isn’t that the case?" Wen Qiao whimpered with a wronged little hum, "I cooked for you and got hurt before, but you didn’t blow on it for , how co you’re so easy to talk to now?"
Fu Jinghen cut the gauze with scissors, tied the ends in a butterfly knot, and then finally looked up at her, "Because you look more pitiful now than you did back then."
As soon as he finished speaking, he successfully received a slap from Wen Qiao.
"Why did you get angry just now?" Wen Qiao asked again, then raised her hand with three fingers together, "Let’s get it straight first, I didn’t push Wen Shu down. Don’t slander like your nephew."
Fu Jinghen pressed down the three fingers Wen Qiao held up in a swearing gesture, "When did I say Wen Shu fell because you pushed her?"
Wen Qiao raised her voice and asked again, "Then why were you so angry just now?"
Fu Jinghen was brief and to the point, "Because you’re foolish."
Then, he got slapped by Wen Qiao for the third ti.
Only this ti, Wen Qiao couldn’t pull her hand back as Fu Jinghen held it tightly in his, after a couple of tugs without success, she gave up.
"Talk properly, what’s with the personal attacks? Was I wrong to try to save her? Are you reasonable at all?"
Fu Jinghen held Wen Qiao’s soft little hand while saying, "Did you manage to hold onto her?"
"....No."
Fu Jinghen didn’t let it slide, "You didn’t save her, and you ended up dragging yourself down."
Wen Qiao defended herself, "....I couldn’t just stand by and watch her drown."
"Keep your idioms to yourself, the pool was so shallow, it didn’t need your ’stand by and watch her drown’", Fu Jinghen’s tone wasn’t as dark as before, but it still felt pressing, "Besides, wasn’t Qi Ming there, did you need to?"
Wen Qiao frowned upon hearing this, and then relaxed, but Fu Jinghen’s gaze was moving back and forth between Wen Qiao’s fair legs and her soft hand and missed this movent.
"So, were you angry yesterday all because of Qi Ming?" Wen Qiao asked him.
"....."
Fu Jinghen’s motion of pinching Wen Qiao’s hand paused for a mont, he muttered "Hmm" and then resud as usual.
The previously gloomy mood also dissipated with Wen Qiao’s question, becoming cheerful.
The little girl finally realized this point.
But Wen Qiao’s thoughts were clearly the opposite of his.
Fu Jinghen was indeed angry because Qi Ming had co to the set to visit Wen Shu.
But that was normal, even if Fu Jinghen’s current fiancée was her, he still liked Wen Shu, and a sense of responsibility couldn’t suppress his feelings for soone.
It’s just that she was feeling rather annoyed.
Wen Qiao might not even be aware that her gaze towards Fu Jinghen carried so complex aning as she moved her lips, "Are you now—"
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