The mirror on the table perfectly reflected the scene on the sofa, and through it, Wen Qiao saw Fu Jinghen fiddling with his phone.
The next second, the man looked up, his eyes accurately eting her gaze through the mirror.
Caught spying, Wen Qiao instinctively wanted to look away. Her eyes moved away montarily but then returned to boldly et Fu Jinghen’s eyes in the mirror.
However, after watching for a short while, the man lowered his head again, focusing on his phone.
Based on the mirror’s reflection, the screen on Fu Jinghen’s phone was displaying the WeChat interface.
Wen Qiao’s expression involuntarily hardened.
Who is he chatting with, so little fairy?
Just as the thought arose, Fu Jinghen looked up again, and at the sa ti, Wen Qiao noticed her phone screen on the table light up from the corner of her eye.
Looking back into the mirror, Fu Jinghen was eagerly watching her.
It seems that the little fairy he’s chatting with is probably her.
Wen Qiao couldn’t handle that look from him, so she averted her eyes and interrupted Zhou Yang’s actions, "Sorry, I need to grab my phone."
"Go ahead."
Wen Qiao picked up her phone, unlocked it, and sure enough, there were ssages from Fu Jinghen.
[Fu Jinghen: Baby, what’s wrong?]
[Fu Jinghen: Baby, are you angry?]
[Fu Jinghen: Baby, can you reply to my ssages?]
"..."
He was so mushy, but she loved it.
The three consecutive questions, each accompanied by "baby," blew away any annoyance in Wen Qiao’s heart.
She sighed softly, knowing full well that her sulking with Fu Jinghen was unreasonable. But since she didn’t know these won, it wasn’t like she could go pick a fight with them and say, "Close your eyes and stop looking at my man." If anyone was to bla, it would be Fu Jinghen, for having a face so pleasing that not only she liked it, but other won did too.
However, this also proved her excellent taste.
Zhou Yang was applying eyeshadow on her while unintentionally catching the scene in the mirror, seeing Fu Jinghen staring intently at Wen Qiao, he sighed again.
This wasn’t the ethereal person described by the rich heiresses and popular actresses, he was clearly a loyal dog.
Wen Qiao had one eye open and the other closed, as she replied to Fu Jinghen’s ssage with her phone.
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: I just heard about your glorious past, knowing you frequently appear in the conversations of many actresses and heiresses, I’m a bit jealous.]
She added a little dog covering its mouth emoji at the end.
Even though Wen Qiao didn’t sell out Zhou Yang, Fu Jinghen could easily guess who the source was.
After all, apart from the two of them, only Zhou Yang was in the room.
But clearly, this wasn’t the ti to fuss over that.
[Fu Jinghen: Whatever they say is their business, baby, don’t mind them. In my eyes and heart, there’s only you, no one else.]
With all the "baby" and confessions, any anger Wen Qiao had was completely cald.
She sent back a little Thai fairy nodding emoji, indicating she understood.
After sending it, she put down her phone, and in the mirror, Fu Jinghen also looked up.
Just as Zhou Yang finished one eye and was about to start on the other.
"Close the other eye."
Taking advantage of the break between switching eyes, Wen Qiao threw a "wink" at Fu Jinghen.
Fu Jinghen smiled and didn’t send her any more ssages to disturb her; he sat quietly on the sofa, waiting for her to finish.
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