"Baby, trust , okay?"
Jinghen might have lowered his voice intentionally, as his word "baby" tingled Wen Qiao’s half body into numbness.
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Wen Qiao glanced at the familiar scenery outside the car window and replied: I’m starting work now.
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She listened to that voice ssage again and shook her head with a sigh.
Exiting the chat box, she saw the chat fras of Fu Jinghen and Huo Mutian side by side on the main interface, and Wen Qiao blinked.
Ah.
It was sowhat difficult to decide at the mont.
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After wrapping up for the evening, Wen Qiao changed her clothes and received a ssage from Huo Mutian.
He said he had already arrived at the entrance of the filming location.
Wen Qiao checked the ti, it was the exact ti they had agreed upon, not a minute more or less, just right.
Wen Qiao didn’t take Qiao’s lead and make him purposely wait for her; she replied with a simple "okay" and, with her bag in hand, walked out of the makeup room.
Underneath the big tree at the entrance of the location, a flashy silver-white Bugatti was parked; seeing her co out, it flashed its headlights twice.
Wen Qiao looked at the big tree.
Why did everyone who ca to pick her up like to park their car under this tree?
Was this her "peach blossom" tree?
As she pondered, the door of the Bugatti was pushed open, and a man got out of the car.
Both dressed in white shirts and black trousers, unlike Fu Jinghen’s stern formality, Huo Mutian wore his outfit with a sense of wanton frivolity.
One corner of his shirt was casually tucked into the trousers, the top buttons of the collar undone, and two white tie-like strips were left loose and fluttering in the wind.
Wen Qiao walked over and stopped in front of Huo Mutian.
"I thought I’d have to wait for Miss Wen a little longer," said Huo Mutian.
He ant that the won he dated, to demonstrate their modesty, often purposefully delayed to make a fashionably late entrance.
"Those common little tricks, Mr. Huo must have seen plenty, so there wouldn’t be anything interesting if I used them," Wen Qiao shrugged. "And stop calling Miss Wen, just Wen Qiao is good, ’Miss’ sounds a bit unfriendly."
Huo Mutian was taken aback for a mont but then laughed, "Okay."
The na "Wen Qiao" rolled off his tongue as he called it out.
Wen Qiao nodded and extended her hand, "Huo Mutian."
Huo Mutian lightly grasped her hand; they touched and then parted.
Having called each other by their nas, the pretentious formalities faded away significantly.
Huo Mutian walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for Wen Qiao, "Please."
Wen Qiao slid in sideways, pulled over the seatbelt and fastened it, then the other door opened, and Huo Mutian got in.
"What would you like to eat?" he asked.
Wen Qiao countered, "Didn’t you say you were going to make ands?"
That ant she was handing the initiative to Huo Mutian; tonight, she would be soone who was rely arranged.
Huo Mutian sincerely inquired, "Do you have any dietary restrictions? Don’t you celebrities need to maintain your figure?"
"No need," Wen Qiao shook her head, "I have a good figure, and I don’t gain weight easily."
Huo Mutian glanced at her, his gaze was direct but not offensive as if he were admiring a piece of artwork.
When at the filming location, Wen Qiao dressed however casually she wanted, not bothering to dress up deliberately even for dining with Huo Mutian.
Simple black shorts and a tight white tee kept her fresh and cool, but also perfectly showcased her long, slender legs.
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