Wen Qiao shuffled toward the car door, turning sideways to lean against the seat, enveloped in a cloud of loneliness.
Fu Jinghen noticed her reaction completely but remained still, only his eyes gradually filled with amusent.
Wen Qiao felt that at this mont, there was no one more pitiful than herself in the world. She happily ca to attend the press conference, only to be drugged, and after starving for a whole day and night, she finally got a bite of hot porridge. Spending two lifeless days in the hospital slling antiseptic, she finally got out, coincidentally during Christmas, thinking she could shake off the bad luck, but then!
That dog Fu Jinghen actually showed no response at all.
She truly was too pitiful.
Coming alone to this unfamiliar world, the first person she t was Fu Jinghen. Just as she realized her feelings for him, she was abandoned. After the dog man repented and chased her back, he kept taking advantage of her, and after getting what he wanted, waved his sleeves without leaving a trace.
It’s simply freeloading!
But what could she do, still had to go on with him.
Wen Qiao brooded over her lancholy for a while, but her heart wasn’t completely dead yet; she lifted her eyelids and peeked out the car window.
Seeing the man beside her was absorbed again in his tablet, at that mont, she seed to hear the sound of her own weeping.
Indeed, putting hope on a man is the most foolish thing.
Fu Jinghen already suffocated her enough, and even the other two in the group couldn’t stay put.
The phone tucked in her pocket kept buzzing, Wen Qiao clicked her tongue impatiently, lit up the screen, and opened the group chat.
[Yao Aya: @Qiaoqiao’s not full, where are you? Co out and share sothing.]
[Ah Chun: @Qiaoqiao’s not full, exactly, we’re sisters, why hide things? We’re not going to steal your man.]
[Yao Aya: Might only steal your gifts.]
[Ah Chun: @Qiaoqiao’s not full, hello? Wen Qiao? Are you still there?]
[Ah Chun: Don’t tell you ran away right before the battle?]
[Yao Aya: At this point, they should still be on the way to the airport, so it’s not likely they’re doing anything inappropriate.]
[Ah Chun: ...]
Jiang Yao and Lin Ruochun were playing off each other, clearly attempting to steer the conversation towards sothing indescribable. To maintain a clean online environnt, Wen Qiao promptly jumped in to stop their dangerous remarks.
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: What are you shouting about? A wholeso lady, all you think about are dirty things.]
[Yao Aya: Oh, my bad, so what did your husband give you as a gift?]
...
He didn’t give her a damn thing.
Wen Qiao was fretting with bottled-up anger with nowhere to release, and Jiang Yao’s persistent questioning was just the chance she needed to vent.
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Ask ask ask, it’s all you do. What’s so special about a la Christmas? Do you even rember which country you’re from? Do you have any patriotism or national pride left in you?]
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: You say you’re just swatting away beggars, but you’re secretly happier than anyone, might as well post on WeChat Monts, Weibo, and QQ Space all over. That necklace doesn’t look light, be careful your neck doesn’t get snapped when you wear it.]
Wen Qiao’s two ssages were like bombs dropped into the group.
The group imdiately fell silent.
Wen Qiao was very satisfied with the result, just as she was about to put away her phone, Lin Ruochun sparked it again.
[Ah Chun: What’s wrong with you... why so agitated? Did my brother not give you a gift...]
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