He quietly watched Wen Qiao’s overacted performance, with her increasingly shrill crying ringing in his ears, when he suddenly felt a bit of a headache.
He raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, "No."
Actually, Wen Qiao was just saying it casually, but now that she had received a promise from Fu Jinghen, she was quite pleased. She was about to complint Fu Jinghen on his insight, but before she could speak, she heard Fu Jinghen say again, "With your acting skills, go perform under the overpass, and by the end of the night, you’ll definitely be able to afford a al."
"....."
"Thanks, President Fu, for thinking so highly of !" She slapped Fu Jinghen’s hand away, glared at him, and stord out of the bed energetically, "There’s definitely more than one crew in the movie city. There are tons of handso guys in the entertainnt industry. When the ti cos, I’ll be having the ti of my life. Do you think I’ll even rember who you are? No!"
Having said that, she walked into the bathroom without looking back, her posture vigorous and valiant.
Mumbling under her breath, "Damn man! Clueless! My romantic luck is blooming! You’ll regret it when I’m surrounded by admirers!"
Wen Qiao didn’t lower her voice, obviously wanting Fu Jinghen to hear.
Fu Jinghen paused in his steps, sowhat amused.
She really has the mind of a child.
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Wen Qiao thought she was about to leave, hoping that out of humanitarian consideration, Fu Jinghen might at least see her off. Yet, after she finished washing up and ca out, Fu Jinghen had already vanished from the room.
Well done indeed!
She declared, Fu Jinghen is truly the only jerk in the whole world!
Fine if he’s unromantic, but he doesn’t even have the decency to cherish the fairer sex. Whoever wants this jerk can have him, she was done!
This thought lingered until Jiang Yao ca to pick her up. She plopped down in the car, causing even the car fra to shake slightly.
Jiang Yao looked at her puzzled, "Did you eat fireworks?"
"Yes!" Wen Qiao crossed her arms and glared, "So don’t talk to ! I might explode on you."
Jiang Yao: "..."
Her phone in her bag suddenly vibrated. Wen Qiao took it out -- it was a promotional ssage from a WeChat official account.
Who wants to receive these junk ssages?!
Wen Qiao decisively unfollowed the account.
Then she saw a new notification in the ’New Friends’ section. She poked the screen forcefully, and upon seeing the familiar avatar, it seed like her anger dissipated a bit.
It was Boss Fu, who had ignored her friend request yesterday.
How the tables have turned, now it was his turn to add her.
She moved her fingers, and with much pride, typed "Reject" in the verification ssage.
Wen Qiao calculated ntally, she would accept Fu Jinghen on his third attempt to add her, just to let him know, she had her pride.
However, Fu Jinghen didn’t play by the book. All the way till Wen Qiao reached the airport, boarded the plane, and was en route to the film city, she didn’t receive any friend requests or even a single ssage from Fu Jinghen.
Truly! Aweso! Indeed!
Forget the three-month deadline; she really didn’t want this man anymore!
Love whover wants him!
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Putting aside Fu Jinghen, the disruptive man, everything else went rather smoothly. After deboarding the plane and collecting her luggage, she found the crew mber sent to pick her up.
The person who ca to fetch her was a young man around Wen Qiao’s age, with gray hair, so tufts dyed blue, sporting an earring on his left ear, and looking particularly rebellious.
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