Fu Jinghen’s response was full of survival instinct.
Wen Qiao humd, "Good that you know."
Fu Jinghen moved her hair that was touching his cheek to the back of her head and asked, "Why are you still not asleep this late? Insomnia?"
Wen Qiao humd in affirmation, "I slept too much in the afternoon, now I can’t sleep."
"Why didn’t you wake up?"
Fu Jinghen had been up all night the day before yesterday rushing work, severely lacking sleep. He didn’t have the habit of napping, so he woke up after a short nap in the afternoon while accompanying Wen Qiao.
He was in a state of severe sleep deprivation now. He had fallen asleep shortly after lying down in bed and taking a bath last night, hugging Wen Qiao.
Luckily, he was a light sleeper; otherwise, he would have left Wen Qiao alone to endure the pain of insomnia.
"Why wake you up?"
"To keep you company," Fu Jinghen said as he lightly kneaded her earlobe. "So you don’t secretly play with your phone."
"I wasn’t doing it secretly." Wen Qiao raised her chin, defending herself, "I was playing openly."
"That’s still not good, playing with your phone in the dark is bad for your eyes."
"But you didn’t turn on the lights when you used your computer this afternoon either."
Fu Jinghen said, "That was because you were sleeping."
"Exactly," Wen Qiao eagerly seized his words. "I also didn’t turn on the lights because you were sleeping."
"..."
Fu Jinghen felt that his lack of sleep might have caused his brain to short-circuit, which would explain why he was engaging in such child-like tongue twisters with Wen Qiao.
"Fine, you weren’t doing it secretly, but now I’m awake and can talk to you, so no more playing with your phone."
Wen Qiao conceded, "Okay then, seeing as you so want to talk to , I’ll just grant you the favor."
Fu Jinghen laughed in response, indulging the little girl’s haughty temper.
"You say, I haven’t had any film or TV work until now; won’t it seem improper for to show up at the award ceremony tomorrow?"
Although she said she’d keep Fu Jinghen company in chatting, she was the one who started the topic.
Wen Qiao was still a rookie, understandably nervous about attending such a major film and TV event for the first ti.
Fu Jinghen was worried about exactly this situation, which is why he had hurriedly finished his pending tasks and ca to accompany her to the Jinhua Award, to boost her confidence.
"It won’t, you’re officially invited. Who would think it’s improper?"
Fu Jinghen spoke assertively, as if even without an official invitation, as long as Wen Qiao wanted to go, he could make it proper.
With him around, who would dare to gossip about Wen Qiao?
"That’s true, my work just hasn’t aired yet. Attending the ceremony this ti could be a way to get familiar with the process in advance," Wen Qiao said. "What if next ti I win the Best Female Lead award?"
Fu Jinghen corrected her, "It’s not ’what if,’ it’s definite."
Wen Qiao mimicked his action, pinching his ear, "You really believe in that much?"
"Of course," Fu Jinghen said confidently. "My sweetheart is so amazing, it’s definitely possible."
Wen Qiao asked him, "But what if I don’t get the Best Female Lead at the next Jinhua Awards?"
Fu Jinghen’s tone was easy-going, "That’s also okay, we can find a backdoor, don’t be too nervous."
"Get out of here," Wen Qiao playfully scolded him. "You can finagle resources, but how can you finagle such an award? That would make it worthless."
Reviews
All reviews (0)