It was the sa private room again, but this ti, there were four more won, and the dishes on the table differed from the morning’s.
After the live broadcast ended, Wen Qiao first went back to her room to take a shower, while Fu Jinghen waited in his own room for her to join him.
He had thought Wen Qiao would refuse, yet she just casually uttered an "Oh" and floated back to her room to shower.
Qi Ming, waiting in the private room and noticing neither of them was there, excused himself to the restroom and slipped back up to the rooms.
When the knock ca, Fu Jinghen thought it was Wen Qiao, who had finished showering and ca to find him. However, when he opened the door and saw Qi Ming, the warmth on his face dissipated a bit, "What do you want?"
"Man, little uncle, you sure can flip a switch quickly," Qi Ming barged into the room: "I ca up to look for you and little Aunt because you both were gone. We can go down together later so that no one gets suspicious."
"....."
He would have preferred to raise suspicions.
Fu Jinghen hadn’t even closed his door when the neighboring room’s door opened, and Wen Qiao ca out with her hair half wet, "Let’s go, they’ve all moved on."
"You didn’t even blow-dry your hair," Fu Jinghen frowned at the wet patch on her shoulder from her damp hair ends, "There’s no rush. Go dry your hair first."
Qi Ming: "?"
This morning, when I said I needed to get my glasses, little uncle, you didn’t say that.
Could you be any more double-standard?
"Ah, it’s just the tips that are wet. It’s so hot today, they’ll dry in no ti. Let’s go," Wen Qiao clutched Fu Jinghen’s shoulder, spun him around, and pushed him forward from behind, "Don’t keep everyone waiting just for . Co on, hurry up."
"But—"
"There’s no but. You’re so naggy, Uncle Fu."
"....."
Qi Ming, who had co to provide cover, was cruelly ignored, silently pulled out his room card to close the door, and followed behind them.
Ah.
Poor solitary him.
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The people in the private room were chatting casually and began to take their seats when they walked in.
The seating arrangent closely resembled the one from lunch, with the one alteration being the seat to Fu Jinghen’s left.
Having learned from lunch, this ti everyone tacitly left the seat on Fu Jinghen’s left for Wen Qiao.
As everyone headed to the table, Wen Qiao bent down mid-way to tie her shoelace. When she looked up, she saw Feng Susu sitting in the spot that was ant for her.
There was a mont of silence at the dinner table, and then Director Li broke it, "Susu, that position was reserved for Wen Qiao. President Fu and she are both left-handed, so it’s more convenient for them to sit together. Co sit here instead."
"Oh," Feng Susu quickly stood up, "I’m sorry, President Fu. I didn’t realize and just took the seat nearest to ."
"It’s fine."
After Feng Susu moved to a different seat, Wen Qiao finally went over and sat down.
Across the wide table, she subtly glanced at Feng Susu opposite her.
Nearest?
Heh.
She had to walk all the way around a large table to get here. How was that nearest?
Another person next to her reached out to grab her hand but was rcilessly swatted away by Wen Qiao.
That man, attracting bees and butterflies, still dreaming of holding her hand? In his dreams!
Fu Jinghen thought she was still shy and reached out to grasp her hand again, but it was once again rcilessly rejected, and Wen Qiao even slapped it away.
Fu Jinghen turned his head, looking bewildered and puzzled, only to be t with the back of Wen Qiao’s head, who was chatting with Qi Ming beside her.
Fu Jinghen’s gaze darkened as he withdrew his hand.
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