"No problem, no problem."
The crisp female voice echoed beside her ear; Liu Tiantian instinctively looked up and was stunned by the scene on the sofa before her.
???
Why is it like this?
Is this a rest before the battle?
Wen Qiao leaned on the armrest on one side of the sofa, holding a mobile phone in her hand. Judging by the speed of her hands and the background music playing, she was probably gaming. Her legs were draped over Fu Jinghen’s, and she occasionally kicked him.
Fu Jinghen, leaning back against the sofa, looked calm. If one ignored the phone in his hand and just looked at his expression, one might think he was signing a major deal.
"I’m going to die; co and block for ! Stop fighting him, look back at , ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, Fu Jinghen! Did you really download this ga for ?"
Wen Qiao said as she kicked frantically, almost as if she’d kick Fu Jinghen to death if he didn’t co to save her.
Liu Tiantian twitched the corner of her eye; so they’ve all imagined such inappropriate scenes, and what these two are actually doing is sothing so youthful and harmonious?
"Eh?" Wen Qiao looked at the blackened screen in front of her, grief-stricken she tossed the phone aside, preparing to pounce on Fu Jinghen when she caught a glimpse of Liu Tiantian standing beside her. Seeing Liu’s sowhat speechless expression, she asked, "Sister Tiantian, what’s wrong?"
"Nothing..." Liu Tiantian was already reflecting on whether her thoughts were indeed too dirty as she replied to Wen Qiao completely subconsciously, "It just feels like you two are pretty irresponsible."
Satisfy the desires, satisfy the desires, who would be so full and idle as to play gas in the office?
Isn’t that being irresponsible?
"Ah..." Wen Qiao felt guilty when Liu said that, "Maybe we shouldn’t play anymore..."
Actually, playing gas wasn’t part of Wen Qiao’s plan. She had thought that the afternoon would go the sa as last ti, with Fu Jinghen working and her playing by herself. However, right after lunch, Wen Qiao found that her phone was out of credits, so she used Fu Jinghen’s phone to top it up and then saw a familiar ga icon on his mobile desktop.
Wen Qiao was surprised and casually asked him, and he said he had downloaded it initially to pursue her.
Wen Qiao opened the ga and saw that Fu Jinghen’s rank was not low, which piqued her interest, so they started playing a few rounds.
Liu Tiantian was still imrsed in her own world and nodded in acknowledgnt, "Indeed, we shouldn’t play anymore."
Wen Qiao hung her head, "Alright, I know I was wrong."
"What are you apologizing for? You did nothing wrong."
The distinctly discontent male voice made Liu Tiantian snap back to reality. She turned her gaze, and Fu Jinghen was looking at her with a dark expression, grimly realizing what she had just said, a wave of regret washed over her, wishing she could bite her tongue off on the spot.
"Do you think she was wrong?" Fu Jinghen, pointing at Wen Qiao, his tone was calm but imposing.
"What was wrong? Who was wrong? Where was the wrong?" Liu Tiantian directly played dumb with three consecutive questions, then she put on an enlightened expression, "But indeed you two are quite irresponsible, President Fu, the Boss Lady has co to accompany you at work, and all you do is play gas. Not only did you play gas, but you also didn’t protect her well, if you can’t do it, I’ll take the Boss Lady gaming myself; I guarantee I will protect her very well."
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