I originally thought it was nothing, but as she brought it up so many tis, Fu Jinghen also began to feel it was sowhat strange.
It’s just, I inexplicably felt my dignity as a man was being challenged.
His voice beca a bit deeper, "Wen Qiao, enough is enough."
"Are you angry with ?" Wen Qiao was startled for a mont, and then her entire face collapsed, "In such hot weather, I’ve co all the way to the film city, toiling away at filming, and even my costu has scratched my skin raw. Even my agent knows to feel sorry for , but my fiancé is so indifferent to , how can I keep living like this?"
Although they hadn’t spent much ti together, Fu Jinghen had already grown accustod to Wen Qiao’s acting.
He comnted lightly, "Well used idioms."
Wen Qiao: "Wah," she cried even harder.
Even knowing her tears were mostly an act, Fu Jinghen still found himself flustered by the increasing volu of her cries, "Where is it damaged?"
Seeing that he finally showed concern for her, Wen Qiao tily stopped her crying, scrambled up from the bed, causing the cara to shake before focusing on the area in front of her chest.
On the screen was a stretch of delicate whiteness, so pale it made Fu Jinghen’s vision blur, and he heard Wen Qiao’s delicate voice, "Here, look how red it is, if you look closer you can even see the blood vessels."
Fu Jinghen narrowed his eyes, focusing harder, and indeed saw a large patch of redness on the tender skin.
He humd, "Drink more hot water."
The next second, the screen went black, "Ding," the video call was hung up.
Although he couldn’t see her, Fu Jinghen could already picture Wen Qiao grinding her teeth in anger, and if he were by her side now, she probably would have pounced on him to bite him.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt cheerful and started smiling with the corners of his lips turned up.
When Feng Li knocked and walked in, what he saw was his usually reserved boss with his head in his hand, smiling with a look of spring fever. He instinctively took a step back.
What had gotten into his boss?
Could the etings have driven him crazy?
Fu Jinghen heard the faint noise behind him, put away his smile, and looked back with an indifferent expression, "Didn’t knock?"
"I did knock!" Feng Li imdiately clarified, "You just didn’t hear it."
"...."
Fu Jinghen glanced at him, stood up from the chair, and walked out of the conference room.
Feng Li followed closely behind, and out of the blue, he heard his boss ask, "Give Wen Qiao’s room number."
"Eh?" Feng Li was stunned for a mont, then quickly recovered and reported a string of numbers, "6607."
As the two wove through the company corridors, the glass beside them reflected the screen of Fu Jinghen’s mobile phone, and despite the blurriness, Feng Li recognized it as an e-comrce platform.
Seeing Fu Jinghen buy ointnt and so desserts, Feng Li clicked his tongue.
It seed that his boss really cared for the Boss Lady.
Which ant he definitely had to suck up to the Boss Lady more in the future.
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On the other hand, Wen Qiao angrily threw her phone onto the bed, which bounced twice due to the mattress and finally settled on the edge of the bed, precariously close to falling.
She felt living alone for the rest of her life was a very fitting end for Fu Jinghen.
Drink more hot water?
She couldn’t believe he had the gall to say those four words!
Jiang Yao ca out after a shower only to see Wen Qiao frowning, slumped on the bed as if soone owed her eight million, and she asked, "What are you going crazy about now?"
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