The phone by Wen Qiao’s ear began to feel sowhat hot; she took the phone and glanced at it, only to realize that the call had been going on for nearly an hour. She hadn’t even washed up, and she had to get up early tomorrow.
"Hey, I can’t talk anymore; I’m going to take a shower," Wen Qiao said, preparing to hang up the phone.
"Wen Qiao."
Fu Jinghen suddenly called out her na on the phone, and she pressed the phone back to her ear: "What is it?"
"You—never mind, it’s nothing. Go to sleep early."
Before Wen Qiao could respond, Fu Jinghen had already hung up the call.
The night was thick, and the vehicles on the street gradually beca scarce. Fu Jinghen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, opposite which was the advertising poster for ES makeup that Wen Qiao had shot two days ago, just put up that afternoon.
The woman on the poster held a lipstick in her hand; her black wavy curls, her pure white dress, and her bright red lips all created a striking contrast of colors.
Fu Jinghen had always known that Wen Qiao was beautiful, especially those peach-blossom eyes, deep and alluring by nature, and even more enchanting with makeup. Despite the poster being still, those eyes still seed to gaze into Fu Jinghen’s heart.
He was pleased when Wen Qiao made that call with an accusatory tone as if to interrogate him. Pleased that this girl finally showed emotional turbulence over his affairs with other won. Perhaps too delighted to delve deeper at the ti.
Now that he had cald down, Fu Jinghen realized what he had previously overlooked.
He didn’t know if Wen Qiao’s interrogation was due to jealousy after seeing the gossip about him with other won or if it was simply a childlike possessiveness for things of her own.
"Knock, knock, knock," three taps and after waiting three seconds, Feng Li poked his head in again.
He first glanced toward the office desk area, not finding his boss’s figure, and then with a sweep of his eyes, he was slightly startled to see his boss standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
The identity of President Fu’s assistant allowed him to quickly regain his composure, and he asked, "President Fu, should I still book the plane ticket?"
"No."
Since she didn’t want him to go, why should he bother making an unwelco advance?
"What—"
Feng Li was about to ask what was wrong, but upon taking a closer look, he swallowed his words back down.
Was it his imagination?
He felt that the silhouette of his boss standing in front of the window looked a bit forlorn.
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Wen Qiao hadn’t fully reacted by the ti the call ended. Hearing the "beep beep" in her ear, Wen Qiao blinked.
If she rembered correctly, was this the first ti Fu Jinghen had hung up on her?
Although he was nearly thirty, still a single man who had never dated, and had zero experience with won, it had to be said that Fu Jinghen was quite a natural at so things, for instance—
Every ti they had a video chat, voice chat, or phone call, it was always Wen Qiao who hung up first, of course, not ruling out that Fu Jinghen was just too lazy to press the hang-up button.
Suddenly being hung up on, Wen Qiao remained sowhat dumbfounded.
When Jiang Yao ca out and saw Wen Qiao holding her phone with her legs cockily crooked, her eyes grew wide and she imdiately rushed over, smacking Wen Qiaoqiao’s upturned leg.
"Ow!"
Wen Qiao was snapped back to reality by the smack; she covered her leg and looked accusingly at Jiang Yao: "Why did you hit ?"
"How many tis have I said not to cock your legs, as a female actress, you need to have the self-awareness of a female actress."
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