"Why didn’t you say so earlier, most traditional snacks are filled with red bean paste." Wen Qiao took the snack from her hand and placed the food box on her lap, "Let have this piece; pick whatever you like, but don’t ss them up since we still have to share them with others."
Ruochun uttered an "Oh," took a piece of mung bean cake, and nibbled on it slowly. She glanced at Qiao and, seeing her focus was all on her phone, stealthily took out her phone too. Shielded by the food box, she sent a ssage to Fu Jinghen.
[Ah Chun: Brother, is calling off your engagent with Wen Qiao really what you want?]
[Fu Jinghen: What’s up?]
[Ah Chun: Nothing much, just that it seems soone is pursuing Wen Qiao. Soone just bought her dessert. If there’s really no chance for you two, I won’t keep an eye out for you anymore.]
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When Fu Jinghen received Ruochun’s ssage, he was in the middle of his weekly team eting.
He, who had never brought his phone to etings before, started keeping it by his side during etings ever since he t Wen Qiao, fearing he would miss any ssage from her.
When the screen lit up, Fu Jinghen glanced at it, saw it was from Ruochun, and initially thought to reply after the eting. But upon seeing the words "Wen Qiao," he picked up his phone.
The words "soone is pursuing Wen Qiao" flashed through his mind, bringing with them an image of Huo Mutian.
His brows furrowed deeply.
The hearts of the executives waiting for his summary quivered in unison.
The scene felt strangely familiar.
Seeing this, Feng Li, sitting to his left, nonchalantly nudged their boss under the table as a reminder.
Fu Jinghen raised his head from the phone, his frown slightly relaxed, and his gaze swept over the faces of the executives seated around the table as he summarized.
His voice was calm and authoritative in the eting room, but those who listened carefully could detect a slight hint of impatience in his tone.
After speeding through his work summary, Fu Jinghen didn’t pause for a mont before he stood up and left the eting room.
The executives looked at each other and then simultaneously turned to Feng Li.
"Special Assistant Feng, what’s going on? Does President Fu have an ergency?"
Feng Li gathered his boss’s belongings and gave a aningful look, "It’s rare for the Iron Tree to blossom, but the flower has been blown away. How could he not be anxious?"
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Wen Qiao and Ruochun each had a piece of the snack and kept one for themselves before distributing the rest to the crew.
The crew, whose spirits were lifted by the sun all day, found their efficiency greatly improved after satisfying their cravings.
Director Zhang, while enjoying the snack and nodding in approval, said to Wen Qiao, "Qiao, bring more of these snacks next ti. Look, they’ve really boosted everyone’s enthusiasm at work."
Hearing this, Ruochun was alard.
Was Director Zhang trying to hand over their little lamb to another tiger’s den? That wouldn’t do at all!
Wen Qiao could only end up in Fu Jinghen’s clutches!
She rounded her eyes at Director Zhang, "Director Zhang, this snack is quite the choking hazard, and it’s also high in sugar and fats. People of your age should eat less of it."
Director Zhang chuckled, "What’s with you, girl? You’re quite blunt today."
Wen Qiao glanced at her and smiled, "She choked on the snack and went from love to hate."
Director Zhang: "Oh, I see, I understand."
Ruochun: "......"
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