In this era of technology, electronic paynts are ubiquitous, and it’s unlikely they’d carry cash on them. Now, all they have between them is this Hundred-Dollar Bill, which for two people who probably have never worried about money since birth, spending only one hundred yuan for an entire day’s date is indeed a bit challenging.
But the word "impossible" does not exist in Fu Jinghen’s dictionary, especially in front of his own woman.
"Let’s give it a try first."
The photographer following behind them looked at the pair’s retreating backs with so confusion.
Are they really a temporary couple ford today?
They seed so close and natural that he almost believed they were an actual couple.
The photographer was amazed, it turns out, liking soone can truly be faked.
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Originally, one hundred yuan could get you so snacks at the market, but plans can’t always keep up with changes. Perhaps it was fate’s way of teaching Fu Jinghen the aning of "impossible." Anyway, they had just arrived at the market and hadn’t begun to browse when Wen Qiao’s aunt made an unfortunate visit.
Her period was never regular, and with the recent tight schedule of the filming crew, she had completely forgotten the approximate dates.
The white dress she was wearing was definitely out of the question. It was form-fitting, and Wen Qiao had long found it inconvenient; now, she finally had the chance to take it off.
The market was filled with stores and open-air stalls, each displaying the features of Yun City.
Fu Jinghen led Wen Qiao into the nearest clothing store, picked out a skirt for her, and explained the situation to the Boss Lady.
The Boss Lady must have been a fan of good looks, her enthusiasm had been through the roof since they entered, and upon learning they were filming a show, she beca even more passionate, asking the caraman to give her shop extra screen ti for promotion.
Once she understood Wen Qiao’s predicant, she took the initiative to lead her to her family’s house behind the store to clean up and even provided her with so sanitary pads.
Fu Jinghen waited outside in the shop, helping the Boss Lady mind the store.
Speaking of which, the Boss Lady was quite easy-going to let a complete stranger help watch her store.
While waiting, Fu Jinghen also took the ti to look at the clothing in the store.
Yun City’s clothing was full of ethnic character, fresh and elegant, ornate but not vulgar, making one yearn to try them on.
As Fu Jinghen’s eyes swept over each garnt, he could picture Wen Qiao wearing them in his mind.
Actually, he had just told a lie.
When Wen Qiao asked him whether the flowers or she looked better.
In his eyes, of course, the beauty of the person outshone the flowers.
"While Wen Qiao isn’t here, find sothing to talk about with President Fu to keep the atmosphere going. Use your judgnt for the questions and don’t go too far."
Listening to Director Li’s voice in the earpiece, the photographer was sowhat speechless.
He, a cara operator, now also had to play the host’s role.
The photographer pondered for a mont, then called out, "President Fu?"
Fu Jinghen stood in front of a clothes rack, thinking about finding an opportunity to buy a few garnts after the live broadcast was over to put in Wen Qiao’s wardrobe.
Hearing the photographer calling him, Fu Jinghen tilted his head, "What’s the matter?"
Actually, there wasn’t much to it...
The photographer licked his lips and said, "Here’s the thing, Director Li has prepared a few questions on the spot and wants to do a brief interview with you."
He could pass the buck.
Just bla everything on the director, just like Wen Qiao would.
"You little rascal, have you been led astray by Wen Qiao?"
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