The car reached the airport, and as soon as it stopped, Wen Qiao picked up her little bag, opened the car door, and got out, leaving Jinghen behind.
Uncle Liu followed her out, opened the trunk to take out the luggage, and looked at Wen Qiao’s angry back, saying, "President Fu, what’s wrong with the lady?"
"It’s nothing, just throwing a tantrum. She’ll be fine once I coax her,"
Fu Jinghen took the suitcase, thanked Uncle Liu, and walked toward Wen Qiao.
He switched the suitcase to his left hand, intending to hold Wen Qiao’s hand with his right.
As soon as he touched her fingertips, his hand got a slap on the back.
"Aren’t you deeply engrossed in your work? Why even bother to hold my hand," Wen Qiao shot him a frosty glance, "Go hold your work instead."
"Isn’t it to make money to support you?" Fu Jinghen wasn’t annoyed, continuing to reach for her hand, and said just before the little girl started to struggle, "Otherwise, how would I get you a Christmas gift."
"..."
Wen Qiao’s struggle ended before it even began.
The frostiness on her face faded, and seeing the smile in Fu Jinghen’s eyes, she suddenly realized sothing and assud a posed expression, "Wow, for soone as busy as President Fu, it’s rare you rembered Christmas, and even rembered to get a gift."
Fu Jinghen looked at her and said, "A certain little girl reminded several tis, it’s hard not to rember."
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So it was a last-minute preparation?
Isn’t that the sa as not preparing?
"Just teasing you, it wasn’t because of your reminders," Fu Jinghen interlocked his fingers with Wen Qiao’s, tightly clutching her hand in his palm, pulling her forward, "I’ve prepared it for a while. I originally wanted to give it to you at the apartnt, but there were too many things, so I had to leave them at the villa in Yujia Garden, just waiting for you to check them out."
Fu Jinghen initially planned to take Wen Qiao to Yujia Garden to surprise her after they got off the plane, but the little girl’s temper was a bit big. He figured if he didn’t say sothing, his life might be in danger.
The sentence contained so much information that Wen Qiao couldn’t maintain her stance, and asked curiously, "How much did you prepare? There wasn’t enough space in the apartnt? Just tell , or give a hint. I need so ntal preparation."
"No rush, you’ll find out soon enough."
"How can I not be in a rush!" Wen Qiao stomped her foot, "I’m about to die of curiosity."
Hearing this, Fu Jinghen just smiled and didn’t say more.
Wen Qiao’s curiosity was piqued, and trying all sorts of tactics like sweet talk and kisses didn’t get a word out of Fu Jinghen.
It was driving her mad with curiosity.
It wasn’t hard to guess, since there are only a few things she likes. Based on the precious handbag Fu Jinghen last gave her, his gift this ti must be super expensive. But without Fu Jinghen’s confirmation, Wen Qiao was incredibly curious.
Throughout the flight from Beicheng to Jiang City, Wen Qiao couldn’t get any useful information. Each ti she tried, Fu Jinghen deftly dodged her questions.
Wen Qiao felt frustrated, but her curiosity only grew.
Finally, when the plane landed, Wen Qiao rushed out imdiately.
Fu Jinghen chuckled, grabbed her things, and followed.
It was Feng Li who drove to pick them up. On the way to Yujia Garden, Wen Qiao kept urging Feng Li to drive faster.
Feng Li helplessly reminded, "Boss Lady, going any faster would be speeding. We still have to follow traffic laws."
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