"How could it be just average! I was practically drooling just looking at the picture!" Wen Qiao got angry when her favorite food didn’t receive the recognition it deserved. "You only gave it an average rating?"
Fu Jinghen lifted his eyelids and glanced at her, seeing her sincere expression and realizing she was honestly just sharing her favorite food with him, not deliberately ssing with him.
"I don’t like fried foods," he explained.
"Oh, I see," Wen Qiao’s anger was instantly soothed. "Then tell what you do like to eat, and I’ll order it for you tomorrow. From now on, as long as I’m not by your side, I’ll order takeout for you."
"..."
That wasn’t necessary.
He had soone deliver his als three tis a day.
But...
He glanced at the screen, seeing the eager look in Wen Qiao’s eyes, swallowed his words, and pondered the question.
What did he want to eat?
Fu Jinghen thought the sweet and sour pork loin she made that night was pretty tasty.
He said it unconsciously and Wen Qiao let out a small "Ah," as if she had discovered a new continent. "You like sweets? I rarely see guys who like sweet things."
"What do you an?" Fu Jinghen caught the key point in her words. "Have you t a lot of n?"
Wen Qiao, provoked by his question, felt a thrill of excitent, ready to tease, "What, President Fu, are you jealous?"
With a "ding," the video call ended.
Fu Jinghen had shown Wen Qiao, with his actions, probably the consequences of her provocation.
Persistence was Wen Qiao’s middle na. Being hung up on didn’t matter. Wouldn’t she just call back?
After a long "beep," the video was finally accepted and Fu Jinghen’s face reappeared.
"Anything else?"
"Yes, yes! I haven’t shared the latest gossip from the set with you." Wen Qiao smartly changed the topic. "President Fu, let tell you, I think Emperor Ye seems to have a special sothing for Sister Yao."
"Ye Shengnan?"
Wen Qiao nodded like a pecking chicken, "Yes, yes!"
Fu Jinghen raised an eyebrow, signaling for her to continue.
Wen Qiao understood, "During the poster shoot, I didn’t even know her, and he still ca over to greet personally — soone with such high status, coming over to greet ."
Wen Qiao repeated "personally" and emphasized it more each ti.
"Then, during a photo with him where we had to pose closely, he subconsciously looked towards where Jiang Yao was standing, but Jiang Wei was also next to her, so I wasn’t sure."
"And this afternoon, when my outfit was irritating my skin, she went to get so ointnt but was stopped by Emperor Ye. He said his assistant was going to the pharmacy anyway and could bring it over, and he even took the chance to add Sister Yao on WeChat."
Wen Qiao’s mouth moved rapidly, her crisp voice ceaselessly emitted from the phone, reaching Fu Jinghen’s ears.
He wasn’t really interested in the romantic developnts between others, but listening to Wen Qiao passionately describing the situation between Ye Shengnan and Jiang Yao, he was sowhat intrigued.
However, upon hearing Wen Qiao’s words, he paused for a mont, covertly scanned Wen Qiao on the screen, but she had her face pressed so close to the cara that nothing else was visible.
"An allergy?" he asked.
"Wow." Wen Qiao exclaid as if she’d discovered sothing amazing. "President Fu, you’re so attentive! You caught the key point in my words right away. I thought you had never been in a relationship before and wouldn’t notice these little details."
Fu Jinghen felt that Wen Qiao seed especially fond of ntioning that he had never been in a relationship before.
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