CHAPTER 372: CHAPTER 370: OLD MEN ARE REALLY HARD TO PLEASE

Wen Qiao dejectedly sat on the bed, rolling herself up in the blanket like a bamboo shoot before flopping down.

A while later, she let out a long sigh.

A man’s thoughts are so hard to guess.

-

After finishing her wash, Wen Qiao came out to find Fu Jinghen already seated at the dining table.

It was only after she walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down that Fu Jinghen put down his tablet and started to eat his breakfast in a leisurely manner.

It was clear that he had been waiting to have breakfast with Wen Qiao.

The screen of his iPad by his side hadn’t gone off yet; it displayed the photo Wen Qiao had changed to the previous night.

Wen Qiao: "....."

She felt increasingly like a total jerk.

She bit into her sandwich, scanning Fu Jinghen up and down as she ate.

After a while, she took the initiative to break the silence, "When are you going back to Jiang City?"

Fu Jinghen looked over, "Are you rushing me to leave?"

"?"

"If you really don’t want to see me that badly, I’ll go after we finish breakfast."

"??"

Oh damn.

That really wasn’t her intention.

She was merely looking for a topic to talk about.

"No, no," Wen Qiao swallowed what was in her mouth, put down her sandwich, and grabbed Fu Jinghen’s wrist across the table, looking at him sincerely, "I was just asking casually, I don’t mind seeing you. You can stay here every day."

Fu Jinghen glanced at the hand that was grabbing his wrist but said nothing.

Wen Qiao thought he was trying to pull away, so she grabbed even tighter, recklessly spewing niceties, "Really, really, believe me, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you these past few days, eating without appetite, sleeping restlessly, I even got hung from a tree yesterday, and had a nightmare all night the day before that. I was wondering why I slept so well last night, turns out I slept with President Fu, if you stay here every day, I’ll sleep well every night."

Although Fu Jinghen knew Wen Qiao was exaggerating, his heart softened.

He looked at Wen Qiao again, "Is that really what you think?"

"Really, really," Wen Qiao held up three fingers together, "My sincerity is as clear as the sun and the moon."

"Do you miss me that much?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Wen Qiao nodded frantically, "I miss you super much."

Finally, Fu Jinghen smiled, "Eat up, you’ve got filming to do soon."

He placed an omelette from his plate onto Wen Qiao’s, "Eat more."

"Yes, sir."

Saying so, Wen Qiao straightened her hand and gave him a salute, then finally relaxed enough to continue with breakfast.

She felt a sudden sense of relief.

Damn it.

Old men are really hard to please.

Especially when the old man is moody.

It’s even harder.

Seeing Wen Qiao relax more than before, Fu Jinghen felt some joy.

Joy that her emotions could also change because of him.

Even though she didn’t like him yet, it was alright; he had plenty of patience.

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After successfully pacifying Fu Jinghen, Wen Qiao went back to her bossy demeanor.

After finishing breakfast, Wen Qiao sat in the chair drinking milk, commanding Fu Jinghen to go downstairs and get her a change of clothes, a mask, and a hat from Jiang Yao.

It didn’t take long for Fu Jinghen to return.

Wen Qiao took the clothes, ready to go to the bedroom to change. After taking a couple of steps, she suddenly turned back, hooked Fu Jinghen’s neck, and pulled him downward.

Fu Jinghen cooperated and bent down, "What now—"

Before he could finish speaking, the girl’s soft lips had pressed against his.

It was a bit off-center, landing at the corner of his mouth.