Because Fu Jinghen agreed to go to the show recording this ti, it was a big deal for Director Li, who was so happy he wanted to celebrate with his whole family.
For the sake of leaving Fu Jinghen with a good impression of their program, in case he was in a good mood and decided to add so sponsorship in the future, the Unexpected Squad was assembled without any tricks. Director Li simply asked them to et up at the airport and wait for the show’s crew.
So Wen Qiao wasn’t afraid of being seen with Fu Jinghen.
But what Wen Qiao didn’t anticipate was Fu Jinghen pulling an act of open compliance and secret defiance on her.
She told him to et at Yun City Airport, and Fu Jinghen had agreed just fine at that ti.
Yet, the evening before departure, as she, Lin Ruochun, and Song Qian were returning to her room, opening the door, the three of them saw Fu Jinghen sitting on the sofa.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Fu Jinghen turned his head and his gaze t the three standing at the doorway.
He raised an eyebrow, but his voice dropped, "What are you three preparing for?"
Since they finished work early today, the three of them had planned to play video gas in Wen Qiao’s room, but who would have thought that as soon as they opened the door, they’d see such a big Buddha sitting there.
There goes playing gas.
As Song Qian caught Fu Jinghen’s not-so-friendly glance, he imdiately straightened his back, "President Fu, hello, President Fu, goodbye."
With that, he took a big step out of Wen Qiao’s room.
Luckily, he was just by the door; otherwise, Wen Qiao was a bit worried his step would split his pants.
Song Qian was indeed observant. On his way out, he didn’t forget to drag Lin Ruochun with him.
"Hey, why are you pulling ? Not playing gas anymore?"
Oh boy, this little princess just didn’t get it, did she? The two of them wanted so alone ti, who would care to admire your elentary school-level movent and techniques.
Oh, no.
Elentary students probably play better than her.
"Play, play, play, I’ll take you to play, guaranteed to get you ’flying.’"
Song Qian dragged Lin Ruochun away, and thoughtfully closed the door for Wen Qiao too.
After the room was left with only Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen, the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
Caught off guard by Fu Jinghen’s presence, Wen Qiao’s mind was filled with thoughts like— "Damn, why is he here?", "When did he get here?" "Didn’t I tell him to fly directly to Yun City; what’s he doing here?"
Thinking this, she asked outright.
"I don’t know the way, I feel more secure following you," Fu Jinghen said without missing a beat, face unflushed, heart not skipping.
"....."
Wen Qiao snapped back, speechless, "President Fu, even if you’re going to lie through your teeth, you don’t need to do it so blindly."
Fu Jinghen wasn’t the least embarrassed even after being called out, "It’s all the sa, heading to Yun City. What’s wrong with coming to find you first and then going together?"
"Well, there’s nothing wrong with that..." Wen Qiao said, "It just seems a bit cumberso."
"No problem, I don’t mind the hassle."
Fu Jinghen spoke and walked toward her, holding a paper bag in his hand.
"What’s that?"
"Your change of clothes." Fu Jinghen put a mask on her, then took her hand, "Let’s go, upstairs."
Wen Qiao let him lead her out without resisting.
When they reached the upstairs bathroom and she was about to undress for a shower, she saw the underwear on the rack and realized sothing was amiss.
Did Fu Jinghen pack these for her?
The mont this thought crossed her mind, Wen Qiao’s face instantly turned red.
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