Wen Qiao was fretting over how to answer the question when her phone was suddenly snatched away. Her head followed the phone’s trajectory and ended up looking at Fu Jinghen behind her.
Fu Jinghen flicked her cheek with his fingers and glanced up at the screen at Fu Qiang: "I’m not in a hurry, so why are you? Asking when we’ll get married today, and after we’re married, won’t you be asking when we’ll have kids the very next day?"
"Hey, do you have any conscience at all? I’m doing this for your own good!" Fu Qiang’s tone imdiately shifted to one of anger when speaking to Fu Jinghen: "Your life’s progress is already a step behind your peers, you know that? Do you rember Uncle Han next door? He’s holding his second grandchild now, and you’ve only just found a wife. How can I not be anxious?"
"If you want to hold a grandchild, you should be pestering your son." Fu Jinghen replied nonchalantly: "Nagging won’t help."
"..."
Fu Qiang glared at him: "Don’t play word gas with . I’ll nag Qi Ming, no doubt, but I won’t let you off either. I have two hands, I can handle it all."
"I think you’re just bored." Fu Jinghen suggested, "Why don’t you and your husband have a second child, to spend so of your excessive energy?"
Listening nearby, Wen Qiao burst out laughing, then imdiately covered her mouth.
"Fu Jinghen!" Fu Qiang raised her voice: "You’re itching for trouble, aren’t you?"
"Yes, yes," Wen Qiao got up from the bed and snuggled into Fu Jinghen’s arms, leaning towards the cara: "Sister, he’s just itching for trouble."
Fu Jinghen looked at the little girl nestled in front of him and fell silent.
Did she forget whose arms she’s in right now?
Fu Jinghen chuckled softly, reached with his other hand to Wen Qiao’s waist, lifting the hem of her pajamas, and slipped his hand inside.
Wen Qiao imdiately widened her eyes, pried his hand away, and slipped out of his embrace, standing in the middle of the bed with an accusing glare at him.
This dog man is getting more and more outrageous!
Just finished a al and already thinking about a second one, even a glutton wouldn’t eat this much, right?
And the call isn’t even over; does he want to dissect her right then and there?
Fu Jinghen gave her an ambiguous look, and seeing Wen Qiao retreat two steps further, withdrew his smile and slightly frowned as he beckoned her: "Co over, if you move back any further, you’ll fall off."
Wen Qiao turned her head to look and realized she was indeed at the bed’s edge, but it’s impossible for her to go over. She sat down where she was, showing Fu Jinghen with actions that she absolutely wouldn’t deliver herself into the lion’s den.
"What’s going on?" Fu Qiang, unaware of what was happening, curiously asked: "Where’s Qiaoqiao?"
"Nothing, she’s just sitting by the bed." Fu Jinghen replied casually: "Sister, do you have anything else? If not, I’ll hang up."
Fu Qiang choked and rolled her eyes at Fu Jinghen: "Go ahead, hang up, I’ve got nothing else."
Just as Fu Jinghen was about to hang up the call, Fu Qiang suddenly called out to Wen Qiao: "Qiaoqiao."
"Hey!" Wen Qiao climbed back over, prying at Fu Jinghen’s wrist to angle the cara towards herself: "What’s up, sister?"
"I’ll send you a red envelope later, rember to accept it."
Wen Qiao’s eyes curved in happiness, nodding: "Okay, okay, thank you, sister."
After the call ended, Fu Jinghen pinched her cheek: "Little money-grubber."
Wen Qiao snorted, turned around, her back facing Fu Jinghen, and ordered: "Hurry, do my hair."
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