Wen Qiao had just entered the room when Jiang Yao ca toward her and thrust her phone in her face, "What’s going on with President Fu and Wen Shu?"
"What do you an ’what’s going on’?" Wen Qiao asked, dumbfounded. She cast a suspicious glance at Jiang Yao before lowering her head to look at the phone.
——Shock! The Fs Group president and the supporting actress of "Red Makeup" scandal.
The article was posted by a famous entertainnt blogger a few minutes ago. Because they have millions of followers and the fact that Fu Jinghen was a hot topic himself, the post had reached peak popularity in no ti.
The gist of the Weibo post was that Fu Jinghen’s relationships with the female artists under his wing were ambiguous and confusing. There was Jiang Wei before, and now Wen Shu, and both of them had incidentally played the second female lead in "Red Makeup," which was coincidental enough to make one suspect sothing was going on.
This blogger was quite clever, using words like "ambiguous and confusing," - they didn’t make definitive statents, but the post would definitely lead readers to believe there was sothing between them.
Wen Qiao clicked to view the photos, feeling her heart suddenly drop to the pit of her stomach, falling so fast she couldn’t even understand what this reaction ant.
The man in the photo was holding the woman in his arms, looking down at her with deep affection.
The most ironic part was that his free hand was holding the pudding he had bought for her.
For a mont, Wen Qiao didn’t know whether she should go to the bathroom and throw up the pudding she had for lunch or fly back to Jiang City and give Fu Jinghen a beating.
Seeing her chest begin to heave, Jiang Yao snatched the phone from her hand, unlocked it, and dialed Fu Jinghen’s number.
As she waited for the call to connect, she said, "I told you about this not to let you stew in anger by yourself. Call him, get to the bottom of it. If it’s a misunderstanding, that’s great; if not, tell him to get lost."
As soon as Jiang Yao finished speaking, the call connected.
"Qiaoqiao, what’s wrong?"
Wen Qiao glanced at Jiang Yao, who pointed toward the direction of the bedroom, then went inside, shutting the door behind her, leaving enough space for Wen Qiao.
"Wen Qiao?"
Not hearing her voice, Fu Jinghen called her na louder.
"I’m here, what are you shouting for?"
Wen Qiao snapped out of her emotions, thinking Jiang Yao was right. She needed to get things clear before making any decisions.
"What’s wrong?" Fu Jinghen finally relaxed when he heard her voice, put down the work at hand, loosened up, and leaned back on his chair. "Missing ?"
"Are you still at the office?" Wen Qiao counter-asked without answering.
"Yeah, it’s fine, I’m not busy, go ahead."
"Even if you’re busy right now, you need to stop." Wen Qiao shuffled in her slippers to the sofa, sat down, and picked up a cushion to hug, "Do you have Weibo? If not, go download it or call Feng Li in to use his phone to see the ss you’ve made, and then think whether you still have the face to ask if I miss you."
She pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at the ti: "It’s 10:10 p.m. now, I’ll give you ten minutes to understand what happened, then co back and report the situation to ."
After spewing out a torrent of words, Wen Qiao hung up the phone briskly.
Listening to the "beep beep" sound on the other end, Fu Jinghen was stunned for a mont, then realized what Wen Qiao had just said, and his expression gradually turned cold.
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