Moreover, Huo Mutian did make a valid point. It’s not that he doesn’t trust Wen Qiao; he doesn’t trust others. He’s sure Wen Qiao wouldn’t have any intentions toward other n, but there’s no telling what other n might think about Wen Qiao.
Fu Jinghen pondered for a few seconds and said, "I’ll consider it."
Hearing Fu Jinghen’s words, Huo Mutian felt that the matter was more than halfway successful.
The two happened to walk to the parking lot, and he finally patted Fu Jinghen on the shoulder twice, "Then I’ll wait for your good news, brother."
After speaking, Huo Mutian got into his car and drove off.
Fu Jinghen stood there pondering for a while, then also got into his car and left the parking lot.
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In the evening, when Fu Jinghen returned to the apartnt from the company, it was already ten o’clock.
Throughout the day, aside from getting a ssage from Wen Qiao when she landed to let him know she was safe, there was no other news.
He changed into slippers, hung his coat on the rack, and pulled out his phone to make a video call to Wen Qiao.
The ringtone rang for a long ti without anyone answering. Just as Fu Jinghen was about to hang up, thinking she might be busy, the video call was answered.
On the screen, Wen Qiao smiled brightly. Seeing Fu Jinghen, her smile deepened a bit: "Ho yet?"
"Yeah." Fu Jinghen noticed she wasn’t wearing the crew’s costu and knew she wasn’t filming, so he asked, "What are you doing?"
"Chatting with the crew." Wen Qiao turned the cara around, panning the surroundings, "It’s the first day joining the crew, everyone’s still not very familiar with each other. Chatting a bit to build rapport helps with the filming."
The cara moved quickly, but Fu Jinghen still caught sight of all the n present.
Of them, two guys weren’t bad-looking, but Fu Jinghen was picky. In his eyes, those two still had a long way to go from looking divine.
And just one look at their youthful faces, it was clear they were quite young.
It’s said that won’s minds mature faster than n’s of the sa age, so young guys must be even less mature and won’t know how to care for others.
In this regard, he excelled.
Fu Jinghen silently made comparisons in his mind.
The cara turned back, and Wen Qiao’s face reappeared on the screen: "Wait for a mont, I’ll find a quieter place to talk to you."
Fu Jinghen agreed softly. He heard Wen Qiao saying goodbye to the crew, ntioning she’d take a call, followed by uproarious teasing.
"Who are you calling? Is it President Fu?"
"You two are so lovey-dovey. Barely a day apart, and you’re already on the phone. What, didn’t finish your pillow talk this morning?"
"Don’t go; just take it here. Let us hear too."
Wen Qiao laughed and retorted, "You all want to hear my sweet talk with my man; aren’t you embarrassed?"
Hearing this, Fu Jinghen felt relieved.
He realized he didn’t need to make any deal with Huo Mutian. His little girl wasn’t hiding their relationship.
Moreover, they just went public; who wouldn’t know about their relationship? No one would be foolish enough to try to co between them.
The screen’s image jolted a bit and then stopped.
Always mindful of her little housekeeper role, Wen Qiao asked him, "Did you eat well today?"
"I did, no need to worry about ." Fu Jinghen poured himself a glass of water, leaning against the marble table, "What did you do today? Not a single ssage."
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