Just a second before Wen Shu was about to grab Qi Ming’s sleeve, Qi Ming stepped to the side, leaving Wen Shu clutching at air.
Without looking at Wen Shu’s current expression, he tossed out a "That’s it" and strode out of the room.
The door was opened and then shut in the next instant, accompanied by a "click," leaving Wen Shu feeling drained, collapsing onto the sofa.
The words Qi Ming had just said echoed continuously in her mind, especially that ambiguous sentence, leaving her inexplicably uneasy.
What did he an by "If it weren’t for this, you wouldn’t be sitting here right now?"
Could it be Qi Ming, has he found out sothing?
She gripped her dress tightly with the hand supporting her on the sofa, her emotions in her eyes were murky and indiscernible.
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After returning to the hotel, Wen Qiao refused to walk any further, claiming she didn’t want to, so Fu Jinghen carried her to the bathroom to remove her makeup and freshen up. Later, she deliberately teased him, pushing him to the brink until he surrendered, raising his hands in defeat.
While the doorbell rang, the two were kissing passionately, on the verge of doing sothing not suitable for children.
Wen Qiao heard the doorbell first, shoving Fu Jinghen, telling him to go see who it was.
As they parted, the girl’s eyes were still filled with allure, making Fu Jinghen’s gaze darken again. He leaned in to kiss Wen Qiao’s lips, lightly biting her lower lip before leaving the bathroom.
After the man went out, Wen Qiao leaned lazily against the wall, calming herself down, using the cold tiles to alleviate the heat on her body.
She happened to glance at herself in the mirror, cheeks flushed, eyes dreamy, lips glistening, obviously up to no good.
She raised her hand to cover her eyes, out of sight, out of mind.
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The doorbell rang urgently, Fu Jinghen only had ti to tidy his clothes, looking through the peephole before opening the door.
Fu Jinghen looked at the person outside the door with a dark expression: "What are you doing here so late?"
Seeing the bright red on his little uncle’s lips, Qi Ming fell silent.
He seed to have interrupted the good ti between his little uncle and little aunt.
However, why should soone who just ended a relationship endure such a blow?
"Little uncle." Qi Ming called Fu Jinghen with grievance.
Seeing his sowhat dejected expression, the pitch-black hue on Fu Jinghen’s face lightened a bit: "Speak your mind."
"Just now, I ended a relationship."
Fu Jinghen was startled for a mont, then nodded: "And then."
And then?
Could his little uncle be any colder?
Qi Ming’s expression imdiately fell, repeating what he just said: "Little uncle, I said I ended a relationship!"
"I know." Fu Jinghen nodded, observing Qi Ming carefully for a mont, said: "Shall I give you more pocket money?"
He wasn’t good at comforting people, especially soone like Qi Ming, with the little bits of special tenderness he possessed all given to Wen Qiao.
"... Okay..." Qi Ming subconsciously nodded, then suddenly beca serious the next second: "No! Wait! I said I ended a relationship, little uncle, are you just going to deal with using money?"
"Then what do you want to do? Just say it."
Fu Jinghen frowned slightly, a bit impatient; it’s just a breakup, why drag on like this.
"I don’t know either." Qi Ming lowered his head, a gloomy and depressed aura enveloping him: "I’m feeling a bit uncomfortable right now."
Actually, it’s not just a bit, but extrely uncomfortable.
Not only because of the breakup, but also out of guilt.
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