He had done makeup for nurous socialites and entertainnt stars, Fu Jinghen’s na was also a regular in their conversations, and countless won wanted to connect with him. However, so far, there had only been two rumors about him and they had been cleared up afterward.
I didn’t expect to see him in Wen Qiao’s room today.
With such a juicy piece of gossip right in front of , it would be a waste not to indulge, Zhou Yang montarily forgot his restraint and asked, "So you and him..."
"Married."
A steady voice from the man suddenly appeared behind them.
Wen Qiao and Zhou Yang were startled and turned around to look behind them.
"When did you co out?" Wen Qiao was surprised.
"Just now."
Fu Jinghen walked towards the room door, Wen Qiao and Zhou Yang’s gazes followed him as they watched him open the door, take sothing from outside, then close the door and co back.
"What is that you’re holding?"
"I ordered so fruit for you."
Wen Qiao uttered an "oh," "You should go wash them then."
"Okay."
Even though the two of them had only exchanged a few words and hadn’t done anything conspicuous, there was a natural and intimate vibe about them.
Zhou Yang opened his mouth, withdrawing his gaze from the man who had entered the kitchen, and looked at Wen Qiao, "So, you really are married?"
"..."
It took a mont for Wen Qiao to realize, Fu Jinghen had just taken advantage of her and conveniently trapped her as well.
No ring, no wedding, not even a marriage certificate; what kind of married relationship was this!
But Wen Qiao didn’t want to embarrass Fu Jinghen in front of others; she forced a smile, nodded, and squeezed out a word through gritted teeth, "Yes."
Zhou Yang’s eyes widened, and he exclaid in surprise, being too shocked to think before he spoke, "I often hear Fu’s na from the actresses we work with; I never imagined he was your husband. Is he the hidden big shot of the entertainnt industry?"
After he spoke, he abruptly realized what he had said and imdiately shut up, glancing instinctively towards the kitchenette.
Given the distance and his low voice, President Fu probably didn’t hear him, right?
But whether he heard it or not wasn’t important. What was important was that his wife had heard it.
If his wife, having heard it, decided to confront her husband about it, Zhou Yang would definitely end up bearing the brunt of it too.
It was all because of his stupid mouth that couldn’t be controlled by his brain.
Speaking recklessly.
"..."
Often?
Female stars?
Very well.
It looks like sorting out this ss was necessary.
Wen Qiao ground her teeth, suppressing the anger in her chest, and changed the subject, pointing at the mirror, "That black spot there, should I wipe it off?"
Zhou Yang let out an "ah," pulled back to his senses, "Right, right, right, my mistake earlier, sorry."
Zhou Yang took a cotton swab dabbed with makeup remover and gently erased the black spot at the corner of Wen Qiao’s eye.
Wen Qiao was silent for a while but couldn’t resist asking Zhou Yang, "What exactly did those won say about Fu Jinghen?"
"..."
Zhou Yang was redoing Wen Qiao’s eyeliner and upon hearing this, his hand paused again, nearly marking another big black spot at the corner of Wen Qiao’s eye.
He steadied his arm and sneaked a glance at Wen Qiao.
The woman was looking straight ahead, her face calm and without a ripple.
He couldn’t help but inwardly admire her, truly a commanding presence, no wonder she had captured the dreams of many won.
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