Wen Qiao was imrsed in the beauty of her man when suddenly a piece of toilet paper appeared in front of her eyes. She was startled and looked up.
Jiang Yao stood next to her, pressing a piece of toilet paper near her mouth, with the words "truly hopeless" clearly written in her eyes.
Wen Qiao huffed softly and took the toilet paper while pushing Jiang Yao’s hand away: "Move aside, you’re blocking my view."
Jiang Yao: "..."
Hopeless and yet so blatant about it.
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The Jinhua Award ceremony is the second-largest film and television drama award in the entertainnt industry, its importance goes without saying.
The ceremony invited nearly a hundred TV stars from the entertainnt industry to attend, featuring a red carpet show and an award presentation, broadcast live, with a duration of about three hours.
For such a large event, even if it were pre-recorded, many journalists would be present, and no mistakes could be allowed at any stage. Therefore, there are a few hours of rehearsal ti before the official start of the ceremony.
For the organizers, having Fu Jinghen attend the ceremony was already a rare privilege. Naturally, they wouldn’t dare to demand him to attend the rehearsal. Even if he arrived at the last minute, no one would say a word, and they would still greet him with smiles.
However, Wen Qiao, as a small star, obviously did not have such privileges.
But as the saying goes, with the wife being present, how could Fu Jinghen honestly stay in the hotel?
Staying in an empty room was nowhere near as appealing as being by his wife’s side.
Zhou Yang, being Wen Qiao’s stylist for the day, was sure to follow along for makeup touch-ups, and it did not hurt that he might also want to catch so gossip up close.
Today in Hai City, it was rare to see the sun, but the temperature was even colder than on cloudy days. Fu Jinghen sohow found a down jacket that reached to Wen Qiao’s ankles and wrapped her up tightly from head to toe before they left, airtight.
Xiao Chu watched as Fu Jinghen zipped up Wen Qiao’s coat and helped her with her shoes, and lanted: "President Fu really treats our Qiaoqiao like a daughter. I wonder if when they have a daughter in the future, Qiaoqiao’s status will still be as high."
Jiang Yao chuckled and didn’t say anything, thinking that given this little one’s careful nature, Wen Qiao probably wouldn’t end up having a daughter.
Zhou Yang, dragging his makeup case, joined in their conversation from behind: "Well, just have sons all the ti then. But the one whose status might be compromised could be President Fu."
Xiao Chu shook her head: "I guess President Fu wouldn’t be too happy about that."
Zhou Yang spread his hands, not seeing what was so complicated about it: "Then have one of each, a boy and a girl, that way both sides are balanced."
Jiang Yao turned to glance at him. He made it sound so easy, like laying eggs, just saying it and it happens.
But thinking about it, having both a boy and a girl seed like a pretty good outco. With their looks, any kids they have would definitely be very attractive, regardless of gender.
She planned that by then she could bring the girl into the entertainnt industry, continuing Wen Qiao’s career.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yao nodded in agreent: "I think your suggestion is very good."
On the other side, Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen, being the central figures of the discussion, were completely unaware of what they were talking about.
They wouldn’t have thought that their simple actions of zipping a coat and putting on shoes could lead Jiang Yao and the other two to expand their imagination to the point of planning how many kids they would have in the future.
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