The video playing on his phone was the three-second clip Wen Qiao had just sent him.
Fu Jinghen hit the pause button in ti, studying the man’s figure that flashed across the screen.
He glanced at the well-defined hand resting on the table, and then at his own.
Making a comparison.
"I have a nine o’clock flight next Monday. Who’s going to take to the airport?" Fu Qiang asked while peeling grapes, addressing the two people strewn across the couch, one lying down and the other sitting.
Qi Ming didn’t take his eyes off his phone for a mont, "Let little uncle go, I can’t wake up, and besides, there are still four days until next Monday, what’s the rush?"
"Can’t I give a heads-up?" Fu Qiang turned to look at Fu Jinghen, "Take to the airport next Monday."
...
After waiting a while without getting a response, Fu Qiang kicked Fu Jinghen’s foot with her toes, "Fu Jinghen."
"Hm?" Fu Jinghen lifted his eyelids, "What is it?"
Fu Qiang repeated patiently, "Take to the airport next Monday."
"Don’t you have a son?"
That ant he didn’t want to take her.
Fu Qiang imdiately got angry, "Both of you hemming and hawing about taking to the airport, no wonder the two of you, one can’t find a partner, and the other’s partner ran away."
Qi Ming sat up straight on the couch, defending his honor, "Who says I can’t find a partner, I already have a girlfriend, okay? The one without a partner is little uncle."
Fu Jinghen felt a sore spot being hit, his face darkening.
"You think you’re so great?"
Qi Ming shivered, then slumped back into the sofa, murmuring softly, "No... not that great."
Fu Jinghen shot him a glance, "Then shut up."
Fu Qiang, however, got excited and forgot about being angry just a mont ago. She got up and sat down between Fu Jinghen and Qi Ming, whether intentionally or not, she nudged Fu Jinghen to one side.
"When did you get a girlfriend, let mom take a look."
Fu Jinghen: "....."
He took his phone and sat down on another armchair, continuing to scrutinize the phone screen.
After his repeated confirmations, he was sure the man was Huo Mutian.
Fu Qiang’s voice filled with spite hit his ears again, "Is this girl the new spokesperson for D-brand? She looks pretty in the pictures, not bad, son. Like your little uncle, silently making big moves, except your little uncle ended up losing his wife, you’re more noble."
Fu Jinghen’s frown was so deep it looked like it could kill a mosquito.
Qi Ming scratched his head cheerily, "She’s just alright, she’s three years older than , but as the saying goes, ’An older woman is a treasure to behold’."
"No need to explain, Mom doesn’t mind that." Just like any mother who hears her own pig has uprooted soone else’s cabbage and brought it ho, Fu Qiang excitedly inquired, "How did you et? How long have you been dating?"
Qi Ming answered smilingly, "Actually, it’s related to little uncle. He got into a car accident, and Xiao Shu pulled him out of the car. Then, to repay her, he gave her a leading role and had her sign with Huasong. One thing led to another, and, heh heh, you know." "Not too long, about half a month, more or less."
Fu Qiang nodded, "So around the sa ti little uncle and Qiaoqiao called off their engagent."
"....."
Fu Jinghen spoke with a stern face, "Can you mother and son chat without bringing up?"
Fu Qiang glared at him, "Mind your own business. You made your wife disappear, and we can’t even talk about it?"
"....."
Fu Jinghen nodded, picked up his phone, and headed upstairs.
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