The computer screen in front of him was divided into several boxes, with a few European faces appearing at the top. Fu Jinghen removed the cover from the cara and said in English, "Continue the eting."
As Qi Ming passed by the kitchen to grab so fruit, he peered through the crack of the door to see his little uncle smiling brightly. He popped a grape into his mouth and crunched it.
Tsk tsk tsk.
The power of love is truly great.
But he was not envious, because he had it too.
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The next morning, Wen Qiao was awakened by her alarm, struggled to turn it off, and lay back in bed with her eyes closed to clear her mind.
Her thoughts were a jumbled ss when suddenly, a deep male voice spoke near her ear—
"Goodnight, baby."
?
Was she hearing things?
Fu Jinghen called her baby?
Wen Qiao rolled twice on the bed, hugging her quilt, and replayed those four words in her mind.
Oh my gosh, an old man calling her baby was actually quite charming.
Wen Qiao got up, grabbed her phone, and saw that Fu Jinghen had sent her a good morning greeting half an hour ago. She typed "Good morning" and was about to send it, but after thinking it over, she deleted it.
She only sent a single word, "Morning."
She was well-traveled; how could she be so easily chard by soone calling her baby?
After sending the ssage, her eyes caught the duration of the call from last night displayed above the ssage. Wen Qiao was surprised.
Nearly five hundred minutes.
That ant Fu Jinghen had only hung up the video call not long ago.
Wen Qiao clicked her tongue.
Who would have thought that Fu Jinghen, after breaking off their engagent, would suddenly beco so infatuated?
"Stop playing with your phone so early in the morning, go wash up and brush your teeth, it’s ti to eat."
Jiang Yao’s voice suddenly rang out at the door, Wen Qiao looked up, muttered "Oh," put down her phone, and climbed out of bed.
-
When the doorbell rang, Wen Qiao was brushing her teeth.
Jiang Yao went to open the door and ca back holding five beautifully packaged boxes.
Wen Qiao ca out with a toothbrush in her mouth and asked with a mouthful of foam, "Where did these co from?"
"They’re from Mr. Fu," Jiang Yao gauged, looking at the boxes in her arms, then blinked at Wen Qiao, "Five boxes? Does that include sothing for and Xiao Chu?"
Wen Qiao rolled her eyes and pointed to the table, "Put them there, I’ll open them later."
After quickly brushing her teeth and washing her face, Wen Qiao eagerly ran out and opened the box on the top.
"This is—" Jiang Yao looked at the silky fabric clothes inside the box in confusion. "Pajamas?"
Wen Qiao lifted the garnt, "It looks like it."
She opened the remaining boxes, all containing pajamas of different colors and fabrics, but the only similarity was that the styles were all very conservative tops with pants.
"Have you been running short of pajamas lately?"
Wen Qiao shook her head, "No."
Jiang Yao looked at the row of pajamas in front of them and remarked, "President Fu’s gift is really thoughtful, sending pajamas... is he hinting sothing to you?"
"Hinting what?"
"Pajamas are worn when sleeping. By sending you pajamas, isn’t it like he wants to sleep with you?"
Wen Qiao twitched her mouth, "I think your brain is also quite ’thoughtful.’"
"Then why else would he send you pajamas?"
"How should I know, you go ask—"
Mid-sentence, Wen Qiao suddenly realized sothing.
Rembering Fu Jinghen’s flushed ears last night after she had washed her face and his sowhat odd reaction, she also thought about the pajamas she had worn last night...
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