Fu Jinghen did spoil Wen Qiao, but he also had a temper, and besides, Wen Qiao’s ability to annoy people was truly unparalleled; even the dead would want to co back to life just to be exasperated by her. He initially intended to keep a stern face to intimidate her, but upon seeing her like this, he had long lost that thought to so obscure corner.
Fu Jinghen softened his expression, "Don’t think nonsense. I’m entirely yours; how could I ever tire of you? That’s sothing I should worry about, not you. I’m more afraid that one day you’ll get tired of ."
"Never," Wen Qiao snuggled into Fu Jinghen’s embrace, resting her head on his shoulder. "I won’t get tired of you. Even if one day you get tired of , I won’t leave even if you chase away. I’m your rubber candy, sticking to you."
Having said that, Wen Qiao tightened her legs around his waist and her arms around him, clinging to him like an octopus to prove the sincerity of her words.
If it had been before, even if Wen Qiao thought as much, she wouldn’t have said it so readily.
Wen Qiao knew that n like Fu Jinghen were never lacking won’s company, but only she was in his eyes and allowed in his world. This focus and spoiling made Wen Qiao often forget the existence of other won around Fu Jinghen.
The sudden appearance of Yang Lan rang an alarm in her heart and also gave her a harsh stimulus.
A strong sense of crisis welled up inside her.
Especially when Yang Lan ntioned, "What help can she be to you?" Wen Qiao truly fell into contemplation; Yang Lan and Fu Jinghen worked in the sa field and undoubtedly would have more in common to talk about.
And her? She knew nothing of business affairs and the daily content of her chats with him were relatively nial. Fu Jinghen also never talked to her about work.
Although Fu Jinghen always listened attentively to her stories and responded each ti, she didn’t know if such days could continue indefinitely.
People with the sa frequency are more likely to have a lasting relationship, and it was clear that she and Fu Jinghen did not operate on the sa frequency.
"Is baby telling the truth?" Fu Jinghen grabbed a tuft of her hair and scratched her cheek, "Aren’t you often annoyed with ?"
"It’s itchy, stop it," Wen Qiao turned her face away, dodging Fu Jinghen’s teasing, and rubbed against his shoulder to relieve the itchiness. "That’s just what I say, isn’t it? Won always say one thing and an another; don’t you know that?"
"I know," Fu Jinghen laughed. "But I still want to hear you explain it personally."
Wen Qiao huffed, "I’ll only explain it this once."
"Okay."
Fu Jinghen looked down at her, "Is my dear in a better mood now? Can you tell what Yang Lan said to make you so angry? Without a scope, what if I comfort you in the wrong direction?"
"..."
Wen Qiao fell silent for a while, then spoke, "She said, after working with you for so long, why don’t you like her, saying what good is there in aside from being young, that I can’t help you with anything..."
Her voice was listless, obviously in low spirits.
Seeing this, Fu Jinghen knew she had taken it to heart, feeling a tightness and a dull ache within.
Although he was happy that Wen Qiao was jealous because of him, he didn’t want to see such a despondent expression on her face at all.
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