Fu Jinghen cleared his throat twice to interrupt their conversation, "Qiaoqiao, let’s go back."
Wen Qiao and the Four Golden Flowers were startled by Fu Jinghen’s sudden appearance, seemingly not expecting him to show up there.
The reaction of the Four Golden Flowers was quicker than Wen Qiao’s. Before Wen Qiao could react, they had already scurried back to their workstations with the speed of lightning, leaving her alone to face Fu Jinghen.
When it cos to gossip, everyone is close sisters, but in tis of crisis, everyone scatters.
Wen Qiao gave a sheepish smile, stood up from her chair, and walked slowly toward Fu Jinghen, taking the hand he offered, "...Why did you co back so soon?"
"I ca back right after the eting."
"...Oh."
Fu Jinghen, with his usual expression, asked, "What were you all talking about just now?"
"Nothing!"
Fu Jinghen looked at Wen Qiao’s suddenly tense little face, and slowly raised his eyebrows.
"..."
Wen Qiao said softly, "Let’s go inside..."
After saying this, she shook Fu Jinghen’s arm a little.
"Alright."
The solid door closed once again, cutting off nosy stares.
Liu Tiantian shook her head and remarked, "Tsk tsk, this might sound cliché, but it’s truly the first ti I’ve seen such a pampering and gentle smile on President Fu’s face."
Hu Yueke agreed, "Not just you, it’s also my first ti seeing it."
"Look at you, acting like you’ve never seen the world," Feng Li scorned with a glance, "I’ve seen it plenty of tis already."
"Oh." Liu Tiantian replied with a cold expression, "Is that sothing to be proud of? Does President Fu pay you so much salary just to watch how tender he can be with his wife? All day long, your thoughts wander off, not focusing where they should."
After speaking, Liu Tiantian lowered her head to work.
Feng Li: "?"
Why does this sound so familiar?
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Inside the office.
Just as Fu Jinghen closed the door, he heard Wen Qiao ask from behind, "When—when did you co back?"
Her tone carried a hint of probing.
Fu Jinghen curved the corners of his lips, turned around, and replied, "Not long ago."
How long is not long?
Did he hear those few sentences she had said?
Just as Wen Qiao was about to ask for more details, Fu Jinghen already responded, "I ca back right when you were saying that I’ve had a crush on you for a long ti."
"..."
A bright flush boldly climbed up Wen Qiao’s ears.
Wen Qiao felt both annoyed and embarrassed, yet she didn’t want to lose face in front of Fu Jinghen, so she used anger to cover her shyness, "Why are you eavesdropping on other people’s conversations!"
"I saw you excitedly talking about our love story, so I didn’t co up and disturb."
"..."
Why is this guy so annoying?
Wen Qiao flicked her arm, "Let go."
Fu Jinghen watched her leisurely, clearly indicating—he wouldn’t let go.
Wen Qiao’s face turned cold, she increased her effort to flick her arm but didn’t expect Fu Jinghen to suddenly let go. Caught off guard, she leaned backward.
Before she could even yell out, Wen Qiao felt a tight grip around her waist and then her body lightened as Fu Jinghen swept her into his arms.
She instinctively clung to Fu Jinghen’s neck, and after a few seconds, she glared at him, "What are you doing!"
Fu Jinghen pretended to sigh helplessly, "Look at you, you can even trip while wearing flats."
"?"
Who caused her to perform this flat-ground wrestling?
How can he still say such shaless words with such righteousness?
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