Wen Qiao hopped and skipped her way toward the elevator and, upon looking up, locked eyes with Jiang Yao’s leisurely gaze from inside the elevator.
Wen Qiao’s steps halted, and she cald herself, "Waiting for ?"
Jiang Yao’s eyebrows arched, "What else?"
"Oh." Wen Qiao nodded, "Thanks."
"You’re welco."
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the elevator slipped into a strange silence. After a while, Jiang Yao suddenly asked, "Made up?"
"Ah?" Wen Qiao was startled and slowly turned around, "How did you know?"
Jiang Yao hissed and half-closed her eyes, tilting her head slightly as if recalling sothing, "Probably because I happened to see a certain young lady boldly delivering a kiss and guessed from there."
Wen Qiao took it as referring to herself and nodded composedly, "You saw right, that bold young lady was ."
"So, should I start calling you Mrs. Fu again now?"
Wen Qiao’s face tilted up slightly, "Whatever you like."
"Aiyo." Jiang Yao reached out to scratch under her chin, "Look at this proud little attitude. If you had a tail, I bet it would be pointing to the sky by now."
Wen Qiao "hmphed," lifting her chin even higher.
Jiang Yao asked, "Who suggested making up first?"
"Of course, it was him."
"And you just agreed?"
"Yeah."
Jiang Yao clucked her tongue twice, bringing up the past, "I wonder if a certain young lady still rembers the promises she made before..."
Before Jiang Yao could finish, Wen Qiao covered her mouth, speaking fiercely, "You’d better not let catch any evidence of you getting slapped in the face, or I’ll record everything you said on a gaphone and play it in a loop by your ear every day."
Jiang Yao seed to think of sothing, and the force of her hand against Wen Qiao’s suddenly gentled, giving her a pleading look.
Wen Qiao released her hand, rubbing it disdainfully on Jiang Yao’s clothes.
Jiang Yao, amused to annoyance, pinched Wen Qiao’s cheek with so force, "So now you’re disgusted by , huh?"
Wen Qiao stuck out her tongue and let out a "pfft."
Jiang Yao raised her hand to strike, but just then, the elevator doors opened, and Wen Qiao dashed out without pause.
Seeing Zhang Qing walking toward her with coffee, Wen Qiao hit the brakes, steadying herself and neatly standing to greet Zhang Qing, "Good afternoon, Teacher Zhang Qing."
Jiang Yao also stopped and greeted Zhang Qing.
"Mm." Zhang Qing glanced at them and said, "Don’t horse around here."
Wen Qiao imdiately nodded like a child who had done sothing wrong, "Oh, I’ll be careful."
Seeing Wen Qiao’s reaction, Zhang Qing seed to realize his tone might have been too harsh and after a mont’s thought, added a line, "There’s a lot of equipnt in the photo studio. Getting bumped or scratched isn’t good."
Wen Qiao blinked, apparently not expecting Zhang Qing to an that.
Catching on, she nodded hastily, "Right, I’ll be careful, Teacher Zhang Qing, don’t worry."
"Mm." Zhang Qing nodded, "Go get changed, we’re starting."
Wen Qiao called out, "Coming right now!"
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Perhaps it was because of Wen Qiao’s words that morning, but ng ng didn’t co to disturb their work for the entire afternoon.
Wen Qiao and Zhang Qing worked in perfect harmony. They could have finished by five, but both of them being perfectionists, they decided to reshoot the photos they weren’t quite satisfied with.
By the ti they were both content, an hour had passed.
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