Wen Qiao walked around with her juice and sat on the man’s lap by choice, nestling into his embrace like a well-behaved, adorable child.
Fu Jinghen stroked her hair, "Do you not want to leave ?"
Wen Qiao nodded and answered in a muffled voice, "I don’t want to."
Even though he had sensed her emotional turmoil before, hearing her admit it out loud still filled Fu Jinghen with joy.
He looked down and pinched Wen Qiao’s cheek, "Weren’t you the one who proclaid herself to be a career-oriented powerful woman earlier, telling to focus on my work? How co you’re the one losing heart now?"
Wen Qiao turned her upper body, looped her arms around Fu Jinghen’s neck, and hugged him with her head on his shoulder, "I didn’t lose heart, but I just can’t bear to leave you."
Fu Jinghen gently patted her back, soothing her, "Isn’t it just a five-day trip? It will pass quickly."
Wen Qiao sipped her juice in small gulps and said vaguely, "Five days is still long, and after I co back, I can only stay at ho for a day before I leave again."
Starting from November, various ceremonies and comrcial events were set to kick off sequentially. "Red Makeup" was also in postproduction, slated for broadcast on New Year’s Day. By then, there would be a premiere, a press conference, and an invitation to a major TV station’s New Year’s Eve gala.
Wen Qiao could already see herself becoming a spinning top, with her schedule packed full. Once she left this ti, it would be at least two months before she could relax again.
Fu Jinghen teased, "Aren’t you heading to Hai City for the Jinhua Award ceremony? There will be all the handso young n from your circle there, will you even rember ?"
It was the first ti Wen Qiao had so openly shown her reluctance to leave him, and instead of expressing his own reluctance, this man kept teasing her incessantly. Anger surged within Wen Qiao, and she sat up straight from Fu Jinghen’s embrace, "Have you grown tired of ? Are you actually eager for to leave?"
Faced with the young girl’s querying, Fu Jinghen didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, "If I didn’t let you go and made you stay at ho, taking care of you, you would probably scold then."
"..."
He seed to have a point.
Wen Qiao finished her last sip of juice, stuffed the carton into Fu Jinghen’s hand, and licked her lips, "But you could still express sothing."
After placing the carton on the dining table, Fu Jinghen did not imdiately withdraw his hand. Instead, he clasped his palm behind Wen Qiao’s head, pulling her towards himself, enclosing her lips and tasting the sweetness of the juice.
In the next second, Wen Qiao felt lighter as Fu Jinghen picked her up like a child from the chair.
Wen Qiao’s eyelids twitched, and she widened her eyes at him, "What are you doing?"
"Didn’t you say you can’t feel how much I’ll miss you?" His palms supported her buttocks as he carried her toward the bedroom, "Let’s make you feel it now."
"?"
Wen Qiao hurriedly changed her tune, "No need, no need, I’ve felt it now."
Fu Jinghen gave her a faint glance, "Too late."
Thinking of sothing, Wen Qiao flapped around in his arms, "Wait, wait! The dishes haven’t been washed!"
"We’ll wash them tomorrow morning."
"I haven’t had a shower yet!" Wen Qiao struggled desperately.
Fu Jinghen paused, and before Wen Qiao could feel relieved, his next words dashed her hopes completely, "Sweetheart, are you hinting that you want to help you shower?"
"???"
"I didn’t!"
Ignoring her, Fu Jinghen nodded to himself, "That can work too, a perfect opportunity to explore a new spot."
Exploring a new spot...
Is that sothing a person would say!
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