Wen Qiao turned her little face aside, "Who wants to live with you."
Fu Jinghen imdiately knew that Wen Qiao was once again saying the opposite of what she ant.
However, he really had no way of dealing with this little girl.
Turning a corner, the Fu Family’s villa was very close, and standing there was a lively young man hopping around.
Wen Qiao stared and exclaid, "Is that Qi Ming?"
Fu Jinghen saw him too, "I guess my sister saw that we hadn’t arrived and sent him out to et us."
As they spoke, the car reached Qi Ming, who stepped aside to make room for Fu Jinghen.
Fu Jinghen drove the car into the courtyard and just as he pushed open his car door, he saw Qi Ming scampering over to the other side, pulling open the passenger’s door, and shouting "Little Aunt" with a voice as loud as those hired to attract crowds during grand openings.
This startled both Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen.
"..."
Wen Qiao’s foot, mid-step out of the car, hung in the air, undecided whether to retract or step down.
Qi Ming urged, "Little Aunt, co on down."
This "Little Aunt" sounded more normal than the previous shout.
"..."
Wen Qiao got out of the car and looked curiously at Qi Ming, who was showing a standard eight-tooth smile, "What’s with you? How co you’ve beco so abnormal after not seeing you for a week, acting all crazy?"
Qi Ming’s smile with eight visible teeth imdiately retracted, and he drooped his face while looking at Wen Qiao, "I warmly welco you and you call crazy? Just go back ho, don’t eat, you’re not welco here anymore."
"You say that again? Who should go back? Not welco who?"
A cold, harsh male voice rose from behind Qi Ming, sending a chill up his spine, and in an instant, Qi Ming put on a soliciting kind of enthusiastic smile, bowed ninety degrees, and gestured "please," "Little uncle, Little Aunt, please co in."
Wen Qiao thought that Qi Ming really wasn’t suited for the entertainnt industry; he should go beco a master disciple of Sichuan opera.
He would definitely be able to enhance and glorify the art of face-changing.
Fu Jinghen glanced at him and walked inside, holding Wen Qiao’s hand.
Qi Ming bounced along behind them.
Sister Fu Qiang, hearing the noise, ca out from the kitchen; Wen Qiao’s spirits imdiately lifted, and she sweetly called out, "Sister Fu Qiang."
"How co you got ho so late, Zhang Qing said you finished work at six," Fu Qiang walked over, snatched Wen Qiao from Fu Jinghen’s hand, and led her towards the dining room, "Did Fu Jinghen pick you up late?"
"No, it was us—"
Wen Qiao wanted to explain why they were late, but as she started to speak, she didn’t know how to continue.
Was she supposed to say they spent several minutes kissing on the way and got caught in the evening rush hour, making them late?
That would be too embarrassing.
Seeing Wen Qiao’s hesitant look, Fu Qiang understood everything, "Alright Qiaoqiao, you don’t need to cover for Fu Jinghen. If he’s late picking you up next ti, just kick him to the curb, what a useless guy, chasing a girl with so little effort."
Wen Qiao: "..."
Is this really her sister?
Is it really?
She initially thought that Fu Jinghen saying Fu Qiang was on her side was just to make her feel better, but now, hearing Fu Qiang speak like this, Wen Qiao truly believed Fu Jinghen was not just trying to cheer her up.
She turned her head helplessly and looked at Fu Jinghen with a gesture that said: I can’t save you now.
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