"Mutian, Qiaoqiao, we’ll head over first."
Fu Qiang nodded at the two and dragged Fu Jinghen away.
Once again, only Wen Qiao and Huo Mutian were left in the corner. Huo Mutian leisurely sat down and sighed, "Won are really hard to retain."
Wen Qiao glared at him, "Are you doing this on purpose?"
"What do you an by that, beautiful?" Huo Mutian retained his innocent expression, "I’m just making a remark, how is that on purpose?"
Wen Qiao felt a surge of frustration and glared at Huo Mutian again without speaking.
It was her own fault after all.
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The banquet lasted for two hours, and Wen Qiao, following Huo Mutian, collected nurous business cards from directors and producers, gladly accepting them all.
She sacrificed her holiday ti and dumped the miserable Fu Jinghen to accompany Huo Mutian to the banquet; seizing as many resources as possible was only fair.
So envious people remarked that if it weren’t for her being with Huo Mutian, she wouldn’t have been noticed.
Wen Qiao ignored such comnts entirely.
Let them have Huo Mutian invite them as his companions if they’re so capable.
Sour grapes.
After the banquet, Huo Mutian drove Wen Qiao ho. He hadn’t brought a driver with him, so he called a substitute driver for the return trip.
It was quite late, so Wen Qiao didn’t invite Huo Mutian to co up, and after saying goodbye, she turned and entered the apartnt building.
With a "ding," the elevator reached her floor. Stepping out, she was surprised to see an unexpected person at her door.
"When did you get here?"
Fu Jinghen straightened up, "Just a bit ago."
Wen Qiao and Huo Mutian had left shortly after the banquet ended, and it took more than half an hour from the estate to her apartnt; it seed Fu Jinghen had left the venue early.
No wonder she hadn’t seen him at the end of the banquet.
He had been waiting at her doorstep, playing the waiting ga.
Wen Qiao pushed the lock up and pressed her fingerprint, "What are you doing here?"
"Just wanted to see you."
"..." Wen Qiao turned to glance at him, "Where’s Sister Fu Qiang?"
"She went ho."
Fu Jinghen followed her into the apartnt. Wen Qiao kicked off her high heels, tossed them casually on the floor, and walked further in wearing slippers.
Fu Jinghen expertly placed her high heels in the shoe cabinet and put on the pair of n’s slippers he had bought the day before.
Wen Qiao went straight to the bedroom to change clothes. After changing, she received a ssage from Fu Qiang.
On her way back, she had received a friend request from Fu Qiang, forwarded by Fu Jinghen.
Fu Qiang’s WeChat na was Xiao Qiangwei, which took Wen Qiao by surprise—she hadn’t expected Fu Qiang to be so girlish.
[Xiao Qiangwei: Qiaoqiao, Fu Jinghen’s assistant told he didn’t eat lunch and went straight to the banquet in the evening, he hasn’t eaten all day and he has hypoglycemia, just feed him sothing so he doesn’t pass out.]
Wen Qiao’s heart skipped a beat.
He hadn’t eaten all day and had been drinking at the banquet?
Wen Qiao was about to remove her makeup, but she imdiately opened the bedroom door and rushed out after reading the ssage.
Fu Jinghen was sitting on the sofa, his head leaned back against the sofa’s backrest.
Only when Wen Qiao approached did she notice his forehead slightly furrowed and his complexion sowhat pale.
Hearing footsteps, Fu Jinghen opened his eyes to look at her.
Wen Qiao looked at him sternly, "If I don’t let you co over for a al, you go on a hunger strike?"
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