Fu Jinghen coaxed Wen Qiao with a pack of snacks and successfully obtained permission to enter her ho.
The two of them actually didn’t often eat out, as most of the ti, Wen Qiao cooked at ho.
This evening, after leaving the company, Fu Jinghen took Wen Qiao to the supermarket as they were running low on groceries and needed to restock.
Fu Jinghen pushed the shopping cart while Wen Qiao looped her arm through his.
Upon reaching the snack aisle, they saw a young couple in school uniforms, with the girl sitting in the shopping cart picking out snacks and the boy, as told, picking her chosen snacks off the shelves and putting them into her lap.
The girl had a high ponytail and a sweet, pretty face, while the boy sported a buzz cut and looked a bit stern.
Wen Qiao glanced over and exclaid, "How wonderful."
Fu Jinghen followed her gaze, lifted Wen Qiao by the waist, and placed her into the shopping cart.
Wen Qiao was startled and struggled to get out of the cart, "What are you doing? I didn’t say I wanted this."
At her height of 1.7 ters, she could stand tall among won, yet in front of Fu Jinghen, she felt like she was being carted around like a little chick.
"To keep you from envying others."
"Envy, who’s envious! I’m not!" Wen Qiao retorted anxiously.
"Okay, it’s who’s envious," Fu Jinghen said, looking down at her with a smile, "Give a chance to make up for the youth you missed during your school days?"
Wen Qiao paused, recalling sothing she had said before, and felt a warm current flow through her heart.
This man always rembered what she said, clearly and precisely.
She adjusted her sitting position, "Alright, then I’ll give you this chance."
Fu Jinghen had just looked up when he t the disdainful gaze of the school-uniford boy.
His eyebrows arched, the gaze lowered, and he t the sparkling starry eyes of his little girlfriend.
The boy imdiately covered her eyes, "Rein in your infatuation. Haven’t you noticed his wife right there? What are you staring at? Careful, or I might co over and pull your hair."
The girl tugged his hand downwards, "Hey, what’s wrong with taking a look? Can’t people look at soone just because he’s handso?"
The boy, upon hearing this, covered her eyes even tighter, "Handso, what handso? He’s not even as handso as ."
"Don’t flatter yourself, I’m just slightly nearsighted, not blind."
"I’m the handso one!" The boy got so agitated that he stamped his foot, "Get it straight who your boyfriend is, will you?"
"It’s you, it’s you, my vinegar jar of a boyfriend is you."
Listening to their dialogue, Wen Qiao couldn’t help but chuckle. She looked up at Fu Jinghen, "I didn’t see it coming, Uncle Fu, you appeal to all ages."
"There’s actually no need to appeal to all ages." Fu Jinghen picked his wife’s regular snacks from the shelf and placed them in the cart, saying, "Getting just you is enough for ."
The aisle between the two rows of shelves was just that wide, naturally, both couples could hear each other’s conversations. The girl, with her eyes covered, had a particularly acute sense of hearing. She let out a small "wow," "Can adult relationships be this sweet? I thought adults only had daily necessities like firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea."
The boy glanced at the snacks in Wen Qiao’s lap and said, "No, there are also all kinds of flavored snacks."
Wen Qiao smiled again; this young couple was quite funny.
She couldn’t resist joining the conversation, "Little brother, are you that afraid of your girlfriend looking at my husband?"
"Afraid," the boy admitted with a nod, "She’s too crazy about handso guys and can’t move when she sees one. So, sister, please hurry up with your shopping so I can let go after you leave."
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