The black Bentley headed towards Lanting Hotel. Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu weren’t familiar with Huo Mutian, so they didn’t talk much along the way.
During a red light stop, Huo Mutian casually asked Wen Qiao, "If a woman really likes a man, would she get jealous seeing him with another woman?"
"You’ve had so many girlfriends, aren’t you already quite skilled at figuring out what won are thinking?" Wen Qiao’s head was still spinning, too lazy to deal with Huo Mutian. She closed her eyes and leaned back in her seat for a nap. "Think about it yourself."
Huo Mutian: "..."
Is there still ti to kick this girl out of the car right now?
After a while, Wen Qiao suddenly opened her eyes, turned to look at Huo Mutian, slowly squinting her eyes with a scrutinizing gaze.
Huo Mutian caught her side-eye. "What are you looking at? What, realizing I’m more handso than Fu Jinghen?"
Wen Qiao rolled her eyes. "Ha, my man is way more good-looking than you, by a long shot."
"..."
Huo Mutian pointed to the right side of her seat. "Open the door and jump out now, don’t ride in my car."
"I didn’t want to ride in it anyway. You begged to stay."
Huo Mutian took a couple of deep breaths and said coldly, "Even if you make die of anger, you won’t be my heir."
Wen Qiao rolled her eyes again. "Who wants your money anyway? My husband is rich too, you know."
"..." Huo Mutian acknowledged that he couldn’t gain any advantage with Wen Qiao. He raised the white flag in surrender. "I can’t win against you, I surrender."
"That’s more like it." Wen Qiao asked the question she hadn’t been able to before, "Who are you planning to make jealous?"
Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu in the backseat stirred at these words.
There’s gossip!
Both of them unconsciously sat up a little straighter, eager to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two in the front.
"No one, just asking randomly."
"Oh, alright." Wen Qiao nodded, then suddenly asked while Huo Mutian was off-guard, "Is it Fang Qinghe?"
Huo Mutian’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. "No."
Wen Qiao propped her chin with her palm, gently tapping her cheek with her fingers. "Turns out being hypocritical isn’t exclusive to won. n can be that way too."
"You’re so talkative." Huo Mutian frowned impatiently. "Fu Jinghen never found you annoying?"
"See," Wen Qiao adopted a cocky deanor, having caught Huo Mutian’s slip. "When I ntioned Fang Qinghe, you indeed got flustered."
Huo Mutian suddenly relaxed his frowning, and said flatly, "I didn’t."
Wen Qiao casually said four words, "The lady doth protest too much."
"..."
Huo Mutian thought he must’ve been kicked in the head by a mule to seek trouble with Wen Qiao.
"Get out."
A sudden brake caused Wen Qiao to lurch forward due to inertia, only to be pulled back by the seatbelt.
"Why brake so abruptly? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"
Huo Mutian pushed open the car door. Before closing it, he turned and made a ghost face at Wen Qiao expressionlessly.
Wen Qiao: "..."
The press conference took place at Lanting Hotel, so naturally, the film crew stayed nearby.
Wen Shu happened to arrive at the hotel almost simultaneously with Wen Qiao and the others. When she got out of the car, she just happened to see Wen Qiao and Huo Mutian walking into the hotel together, and instinctively she hid behind the round pillar at the entrance. She waited until she assud they had gone inside before stepping out.
Instead of checking in, she went to the elevator and noticed it stayed on the top floor, not moving.
Since when did Wen Qiao and Huo Mutian beco connected?
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