Wen Qiao glanced at the ti, "Ten minutes."
"I’ll keep the ti for you."
Looking at the unfamiliar background on the video call, Wen Qiao subconsciously asked, "You’re not at ho—not at the Yujia Garden villa?"
Even though she quickly corrected herself, Fu Jinghen still heard it clearly.
His smile deepened, and he lifted his phone to show her a circle of his surroundings, "At the old house, Sister ca back, so Ah Ming and I are staying with her for a few days."
"Oh."
Wen Qiao feigned calm and nodded, then rembering sothing, she asked, "Does Sister Fu Qiang know that you and I broke off our engagent?"
"She knows." Fu Jinghen’s smile carried a hint of helplessness, "She scolded as soon as she returned."
Wen Qiao rembered the video Qiming had sent her of Fu Jinghen getting scolded. Her lips curved up, realizing Fu Jinghen was watching her, she straightened her lips and huffed, "She was right to scold you."
"Um." Fu Jinghen didn’t argue, "I was wrong."
"Knowing you were wrong now is too late."
Fu Jinghen sat up a bit more, his expression serious, "Even criminals get a probation period. I’m applying for the judge to observe and test ."
Wen Qiao huffed again, "Sweet talk."
Fu Jinghen laughed, holding back but unable to fully contain himself, asked, "I heard soone brought you pastries this afternoon."
"Who told you?" Wen Qiao glanced at him, "Lin Ruochun snitched to you, right?"
Fu Jinghen nodded honestly.
Wen Qiao pouted, dissatisfied, "That’s not fair. You have so many spies around , reporting my actions to you at all tis. Where’s my privacy?"
"I never asked them to watch you. Just that soone brought you pastries this afternoon, and Ruochun ntioned it to , saying she feels soone is pursuing you." Fu Jinghen thought for a mont and said, "If you need it, I can have Feng Li or the four secretaries from the president’s office report my whereabouts to you daily, to help you monitor ."
Before Wen Qiao could respond, Fu Jinghen spoke again, "Forget Feng Li. If soone of the opposite sex adds your WeChat, I’ll get jealous."
"......"
"So President Fu is that petty." Wen Qiao teased him, suddenly recalling sothing and asking him, "Was your sudden dinner invitation to the crew tonight also because of this?"
Fu Jinghen nodded again honestly, "Yes."
Wen Qiao feigned an "Ouch," "Then hearing from Lin Ruochun that soone is pursuing must be killing you with jealousy."
"It’s okay." Fu Jinghen said, "But seeing our Qiaoqiao so popular makes happy too. You can have more options. If soone pursuing you seems better, it’s okay not to choose ."
Wen Qiao retched, "So fake."
"Is it that fake? I thought I hid it well." Fu Jinghen laughed, glanced at the ti, reminded her, "You can go wash your face now."
"Oh."
Wen Qiao placed the phone on the bed and got up from the bed.
As soon as one leg touched the slipper on the floor, she heard Fu Jinghen say, "Take along."
"....."
Wen Qiao paused, leaning over to pick up the phone from the bed.
Her nightgown’s neckline was sowhat wide, and as she leaned over, the neckline drooped, suddenly exposing a large patch of fair skin in front of the cara.
Fu Jinghen watched intently at that patch of white, his Adam’s apple rolled once, and his eyes flickered darkly.
Suddenly, the video jerked, the view of fair skin disappeared, and then the face of Wen Qiao appeared on the screen.
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