Fu Jinghen played with Wen Qiao’s hand and said carelessly, "No."
Huo Mutian instantly beca agitated, "Oh, President Fu, how co you didn’t drive when you took a woman out for dinner? It’s kind of shabby."
"Compared to Mr. Huo, it is indeed shabby walking, but it’s more troubleso to drive when we’re just dining close to ho."
Sounding cool without even trying was the deadliest.
Wen Qiao touched her nose.
Close to ho...
He was so good at boasting, using the most indifferent tone to say the most irritating words.
FS’s headquarters was just down the next street, and the distance between the two places was indeed not far. It wasn’t wrong to say it was close to ho.
Huo Mutian, failing to mock, briefly stiffened his expression. However, in the mission of frustrating Fu Jinghen, Huo Mutian was like an indestructible cockroach. His gaze swept over Wen Qiao’s calves and he spoke mockingly, "President Fu really knows how to pity and cherish beauty, making his woman walk so far in high heels."
"No," Wen Qiao reflexively defended Fu Jinghen, "It’s just close to ho, not far at all, and I’m not tired either."
Oh, crap, she had caught the bug from Fu Jinghen too, managing to say "close to ho" without batting an eyelid.
Huo Mutian glared at her, "Impressive."
"That’s the only impressive thing I have, what about it?" Wen Qiao slapped the table and complained, "Why are you always picking on my man? Just because your first love liked my man, that’s ancient history! How long are you going to hold onto that grudge? You just can’t be happy unless you’re giving him a hard ti, can you?"
Not having ntally prepared to bump into Huo Mutian all of a sudden, Wen Qiao felt a bit guilty. But when Huo Mutian kept mocking Fu Jinghen one after another, she couldn’t help but lose her cool.
"You—I—" Huo Mutian was almost amused by Wen Qiao’s anger. He pointed at her, and then at himself, and finally put his hand down forcefully, "Am I being straight with you just so that one day you can expose my flaws?"
Whether it was Wen Qiao’s "my man," or her protective behavior that pleased Fu Jinghen, when he looked at Huo Mutian, his eyes hinted a faint smile, revealing his pleasure. "That girl didn’t actually like ; she was just too chased by you and used as a shield. Young Mr. Huo should stop worrying about it."
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Huo Mutian suddenly turned to look at Fu Jinghen, "How do you know?"
Wen Qiao was also surprised, "Why didn’t you tell about this part?"
Fu Jinghen glanced at Wen Qiao, his fingertip sliding across her palm, "I only rembered it later."
Then he turned to Huo Mutian, "I accidentally saw her eting with her boyfriend outside school once."
Huo Mutian didn’t believe it, "Then why didn’t she just tell ?"
"She was probably afraid you’d cause trouble."
"What are you joking about, why would I—"
Huo Mutian’s voice suddenly halted.
Thinking about it, if it had been back then, he probably really would have gone and bothered that guy.
He had always led an easy life, being unruly at school and used to having his way there. It was rare for him to earnestly pursue a girl, and if he had been told she had a boyfriend, he probably would have caused trouble.
And, thinking back on it, during his first confession, didn’t that girl ntion she had a boyfriend?
Huo Mutian coughed twice, hiding his sudden pause, "Then why did she use you as a shield?"
Fu Jinghen lifted his teacup and took a sip, "Probably because she thought I was the only one who could make you back off."
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