"I feel the sa way," Wen Qiao, satisfied with the answer she had received, held her phone at a distance and leaned against the washbasin, saying, "Then I thought it could all end there, but Qi Ming actually told to be mindful of Shi Koufan. He finds Shi Koufan a bit odd. Damn, I was actually sowhat touched at the ti, feeling like ’the little bunny I raised with so much effort finally knows how to repay .’"
"Ah Ming is right to remind you," Fu Jinghen beca a little more serious, "You do need to be careful with Shi—"
What’s-his-face again?
He’d forgotten again.
Fu Jinghen didn’t dwell on that point and said, "You’re the only woman on that variety show. Be mindful to keep your distance from the other male celebrities, so nobody uses it as fodder for gossip."
"I know that," Wen Qiao used the front cara of her phone as a mirror, baring her teeth and pulling faces at the screen, "Though on this show, Qi Ming and I are the least noticeable in terms of age and experience, with Shi Koufan the next in line. But because of earlier rumors online, pairings with him generate interest. The reason Director Li invited us together is precisely because of this."
"Even with the presence of big nas like Shen Zai, the Best Actor, and Fang Baichen, the industry veteran, they’re only there to provide so heft to the show. The real highlights will still focus on and Qi Ming. No matter how we get along, whether our relationship gets better or worse, it doesn’t matter. As long as it brings in the ratings, Director Li’s objective will be t."
While saying this, Wen Qiao held her phone, tilting her face from side to side, searching for a flattering angle and then took a screenshot. "Shi Koufan gained popularity recently because of a costu drama, but since the drama aired, his career hasn’t made much splash. Joining this variety show, if he does nothing, he’ll just be a runner-up."
"It’s understandable that he wants to use to increase his screen ti; as long as he doesn’t go overboard and doesn’t cross my boundaries, I can turn a blind eye. After all, showbiz is tough for everyone. Not everyone has a strong backer like I do, right, President Fu?"
With every point hitting the mark, Wen Qiao finally t Fu Jinghen’s eyes after her last sentence and threw him a coquettish glance.
Fu Jinghen, who had let his guard down thinking Wen Qiao would react like she did with the Luo Bin incident, was relieved: "Right, whatever you say is right."
"You’re quite the smooth talker today," Wen Qiao said with a smile, zooming in on the small fra that held the tiny image of Fu Jinghen, peering closely, "Where are you?"
"At ho," Fu Jinghen switched to the rear cara and showed her the study, "Study."
"You’re still dealing with work this late?" Wen Qiao was curious, "But I saw you reading just now, why not go back to your bedroom?"
"I don’t want to."
The screen switched back to Fu Jinghen’s face. This was the first ti Wen Qiao had heard him express his wishes so clearly. She went "Eh?" "What’s up? What’s wrong with our bedroom?"
Hearing the words "our ho," the corners of Fu Jinghen’s mouth couldn’t help but curve up: "Our bedroom is missing you."
"..."
Wen Qiao felt her blood rushing to her head. She instinctively turned her head to glimpse at the mirror behind her, only to see her face covered with a thick mask before turning back around.
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