My Superstar Wife Is So Popular Chapter 925 - 923: Whenever She Wants

Fu Jinghen smiled lightly: "Can I choose not to answer this question?"

"Of course, of course." The host quickly apologized: "I was too presumptuous."

"It’s okay, it’s not related to you, I just don’t want to say." Fu Jinghen eased the host’s tension: "Let’s move on to the next question."

The line was pretty much drawn there, and the host didn’t dare to ask any more provocative questions.

"Last question, President Fu, you said the person you like is an actress, but female artists have a short golden period. Would you rush into marriage, or request her to leave the industry to beco a full-ti housewife if you were together?"

"No." Fu Jinghen hesitated not at all: "I would never ask her to do sothing she doesn’t want to do; it’s all up to her own wishes."

"As for marriage," Fu Jinghen paused for a mont, his gaze suddenly turned toward the cara, his tone gentle and solemn: "As long as she’s willing, it can be anyti."

The bullet screen was once again a barrage of "ahhh."

[He’s said it so clearly! There must be sothing going on!]

[Isn’t this a proposal? Right? It must be, right?]

[As long as she’s willing, it can be anyti, AWSL, it’s really killing . I’m ready to marry you anyti, just waiting for you to nod and agree to marry !]

[When can I have this kind of perfect man!]

[He’s publicly proposing, how co you guys haven’t found out who the Female Lead is! Can you put in so effort!]

[Where’s my FBI! Hurry up and investigate!]

The host responded: "President Fu’s words are really a famous declaration of love, no doubt the future Mrs. Fu would be overjoyed hearing this, and I’m even more curious which beauty President Fu is smitten with. When the wedding happens, I hope President Fu can send an invitation so I can witness the happiness of you and Mrs. Fu."

Fu Jinghen nodded: "Sure."

"Thank you, President Fu." The host said: "That’s the end of our interview today, thank you for taking the ti out of your busy schedule to join us, and I wish you soon win the beauty over."

Fu Jinghen smiled but said nothing.

In his heart, he mused: That beauty, he had already won her over long ago.

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Sitting at ho watching the livestream, Wen Qiao naturally saw the man’s final gaze toward the cara.

Through the dark, cold cara, it directly reached into her heart. He knew she was watching, even though Wen Qiao had never told Fu Jinghen, he was absolutely certain she was watching him, which is why he solemnly made this promise in front of so many people.

Tendrils of sweetness gradually spread from Wen Qiao’s heart, the anger from a few minutes ago when Fu Jinghen said she had a bad temper in front of the entire internet vanished, and her lips unconsciously grinned wide enough to reach her ears as she picked up her phone to send a ssage to Fu Jinghen.

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: President Fu was super handso today, yet another day of bowing down to President Fu’s dress pants.]

She then attached a screenshot from the live interview.

The man in the photo was sitting with his legs crossed, back leaning on the sofa, hands clasped, his side profile was smooth and chiseled.

The top of the screen was filled with the words "So handso."

Before she even exited the chat interface, Fu Jinghen replied.

[Fu Jinghen: It’s all thanks to Mrs. Fu’s great styling.]

Wen Qiao cradled her phone and giggled twice, even found a matching giggling emoji to send over.

[Fu Jinghen: I’m coming back soon, what do you want to eat? I’ll bring it back.]