Wen Qiao blew away the hair hanging down her face and said mockingly, "Why discard it? It was prepared with so much care, President Fu should at least take a look out of courtesy."
"What’s there to look at," Fu Jinghen raised his hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. "I prefer soone younger."
"Fu Jinghen!"
Wen Qiao’s unrestrained hand slapped against Fu Jinghen’s chest forcefully. "You’re of a certain age and you say such things without sha! Acting all confident about the old bull eating tender grass."
"Alright, stop ssing around now."
Seeing the young girl get red-faced with anger, her chest heaving continuously, Fu Jinghen quickly cald the situation.
His hand slid up her waist, gently patting her back to soothe her. "That room card wasn’t sothing I accepted; she stuffed it into my pocket, and I threw it into the trash as soon as I returned to my room. If you don’t believe , I can take you to see."
Actually, Wen Qiao had never really believed that Fu Jinghen would accept a room card from another woman, but that didn’t stop her from taking out her anger on Fu Jinghen when she heard about it.
"Who is that woman?" Wen Qiao, feeling kneeling was too exhausting, rolled over to sit beside Fu Jinghen and looked up at him. "Who handed you the room card, huh? She has quite the taste."
Fu Jinghen thought for a mont. "The one who wanted to sit next to during dinner."
!
Just as she suspected!
She knew Feng Susu definitely didn’t have good intentions!
Wen Qiao huffed coldly. "You seem to rember quite clearly."
"She almost took our Qiaoqiao’s place. Of course, I rember."
Fu Jinghen reached out to grab her hand, but Wen Qiao slapped it away.
The slap didn’t deter him. He continued to reach for her hand, only to be slapped away again.
Fu Jinghen clicked his tongue, "Behave."
"No way."
Even though she said that, when Fu Jinghen tried to hold her hand again, she didn’t pull away.
The young girl’s hand was soft and fluffy, feeling very much like a kitten’s paw when held.
After looking down at Fu Jinghen for a while, Wen Qiao suddenly leaned over and removed the glasses from his face. "You better not wear glasses in the future."
Fu Jinghen raised an eyebrow. "Why? Didn’t you like them?"
"I don’t like them anymore." Wen Qiao said with a straight face, insincerely, "They’re ugly."
Fu Jinghen chuckled. "As you wish."
His laissez-faire attitude did indeed cool off quite a bit of Wen Qiao’s anger.
Fu Jinghen pinched her palm. "Why such a temper?"
"And it’s all your fault! You shouldn’t have taken that card!" Wen Qiao said as she twisted his arm. "Why didn’t you throw it away in front of her?"
Rather than answer her question, Fu Jinghen simply promised, "This kind of thing won’t happen again."
He propped up and nuzzled her cheek. "Our Qiaoqiao gets so feisty when jealous."
"Who’s jealous," Wen Qiao reflexively retorted. "I just hope President Fu can show at least the minimum respect while our relationship hasn’t ended."
She glanced at the man. "Besides, if you’re going to find a woman, at least find soone of a higher standard. Can’t they be naturally beautiful if not as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal like ? Feng Susu’s nose is so sharp, aren’t you afraid it’ll stab you?"
"With Mrs. Fu around, I’m afraid it would be very difficult to find a woman of higher standard."
"....."
Wen Qiao felt her cheeks grow slightly warm and quickly pushed his hand away, rolling off the bed. "I’m not talking to you anymore, I’m going to take a shower."
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