Cars behind started honking, and Wen Qiao looked up to see that the red light had turned green, yet the person beside her hadn’t moved.
She poked Fu Jinghen’s arm with her little finger.
Fu Jinghen turned his head and asked, "Hmm? What’s up?"
Wen Qiao lifted her chin to indicate, "Green light now, ti to go."
"Oh."
Fu Jinghen snapped back to reality, released the brake, shifted gears, and the car started moving again.
Wen Qiao scooped up a mouthful of pudding and sucked it in, her gaze still on Fu Jinghen: "What were you daydreaming about just now?"
"Nothing," said Fu Jinghen casually.
After a while, he added, "Next ti you want cream puffs, tell . Don’t eat those bought by soone else."
Wen Qiao paused, a question mark slowly forming above her head.
What a strange request.
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After dropping Wen Qiao off at the airport and reminding her to ssage him upon landing, Fu Jinghen left. Wen Qiao, holding another dessert Fu Jinghen had given her, went to et up with Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu.
Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu’s eyes twinkled with gossip as they stared at Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao handed over the bag she was carrying: "Fu Jinghen bought these to bribe you two."
Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu said in unison, "Thank you, President Fu."
Wen Qiao: "......"
Fine.
Two shalessly gluttonous creatures.
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After boarding the plane and finding her seat, Wen Qiao took out an eye mask from her bag and put it on, trying to catch so sleep.
However, just as she was drifting off, sothing harshly bumped her head, causing her to sit upright abruptly and take off her eye mask to see what it was.
A woman with a Diana Bag was standing beside her—
Checking her own bag.
She even lightly exclaid, "I hope my bag isn’t damaged."
Wen Qiao: ?
Noticing her gaze, the woman looked down, casually dropped an "I’m sorry," and then walked off toward the front.
??
What an attitude.
Just as Wen Qiao was about to stand up, Jiang Yao grabbed her arm, shook her head, and said, "Let it go, assu it was an accident. You’re a public figure now; try to be tolerant."
Wen Qiao took a deep breath, "Okay, then."
If the matter had ended there, Wen Qiao wouldn’t have said anything more.
But it didn’t.
Later, when she was passing Wen Qiao on the way to the restroom, she bumped her with her elbow again.
Wen Qiao frowned deeply, took off her eye mask, and t the woman’s eyes, which clearly read "intentional."
"Miss, do we have a problem?"
"Not at all," the woman smiled. "Just an accident."
Fine.
She would hold back one more ti.
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From the mont the woman sat down, she kept chattering nonstop.
Today’s first-class cabin was full, everyone else was busy with their own things, quiet, which only made the woman’s voice more grating.
Wen Qiao was so annoyed that she patiently called the flight attendant to ask her to say a few words to the woman. The other party verbally agreed all too well, but imdiately disregarded it.
"This bag looks so pretty, and it matches the skirt I bought yesterday so well. A couple of days ago, when I was with my girlfriends, they mocked for so long, seeing the bag I was carrying, asking if that was the only bag I had, always wearing it over and over. But, it’s because you bought it for that I treasure it so much."
The woman’s coy voice drifted from the front, giving Wen Qiao a whole body’s worth of goosebumps.
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