CHAPTER 379: CHAPTER 377: DADDY-LIKE BOYFRIEND

Anyway, she wanted something that Fu Jinghen would definitely not agree to.

"You order two more dishes and have them packed, Song Qian and Lin Ruochun asked me to bring some back for them."

?

Was she having his people spend his money to buy food for them?

Was the declaration of sovereignty he last made on the film set not clear enough?

Fu Jinghen lifted his head from the menu, glanced at Wen Qiao with a somewhat meaningful look, and agreed with an "Okay."

After Fu Jinghen finished ordering, he saw Wen Qiao across from him resting her cheek in her palm and looking at him. He raised an eyebrow, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing." Wen Qiao smiled, "Just feels like I’ve found myself a ’daddy’ boyfriend."

For someone like President Fu, who dealt with countless important matters daily and would normally only pay attention to financial news online, such trendy internet slang would obviously be a bit baffling to him.

"What do you mean?"

"It’s like treating your girlfriend as if she were your daughter."

Fu Jinghen thought about how they had just gotten engaged not long ago, and how she called him "Daddy Fu" so smoothly to get him to come downstairs to meet her, he couldn’t help but smile. The look in his eyes softened with amusement when he looked at Wen Qiao.

As a result, Wen Qiao—who didn’t know if it was because she hadn’t fully exhausted her extraordinary reading abilities in the car or what—gradually blushed, her eyes wide and round as she looked at Fu Jinghen and cursed, "Shameless."

Fu Jinghen: "?"

Why was she suddenly cursing him?

Are women’s emotions always this fickle?

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Wen Qiao was thinking about the two ’kids’ back at the film set waiting for her to feed them, so she ate much faster than usual.

After eating, she took the packed dishes and got into the car to go back.

Since she was afraid they would spill, Wen Qiao had to carry them in her hand.

Fu Jinghen was fastening her seatbelt when he suddenly chuckled with ambiguous intent.

Wen Qiao was puzzled, "What’s wrong with you?"

"Doesn’t your film crew have boxed meals?" Fu Jinghen asked.

"Yeah." Wen Qiao didn’t understand why he was suddenly asking this, "So what?"

"Nothing." Fu Jinghen’s hand rested on the steering wheel, "Just seems like the people in your film crew have quite the appetite."

And quite the audacity.

Wen Qiao caught on to what Fu Jinghen meant and explained, "When I was leaving, I just happened to bump into the two of them, so I thought I’d bring something back for them—eating boxed meals every day, it’s nice to have a change."

She poked Fu Jinghen, "President Fu, these two dishes won’t cost you much anyway, why so stingy?"

Stingy?

He, Fu Jinghen, was well off enough, and didn’t look like the kind of person who would spend money on a man who was close to his fiancée, right?

He wasn’t a fool.

Seeing that Wen Qiao obviously didn’t realize this, Fu Jinghen squeezed her cheek with a bit of frustration, "Heartless."

?

How was she heartless?

But considering Fu Jinghen’s excellent service attitude today, Wen Qiao decided not to take issue with him.

She leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Got a conscience now?"

"...."

If she was resorting to seduction now, what more could he say?

After a good meal, one tends to get sleepy, and combined with Fu Jinghen’s smooth and steady driving, soon Wen Qiao started to feel drowsy.

The sleepiness came in waves, and as her eyelids began to fight each other, Wen Qiao was just about to take a nap when Fu Jinghen threw a question at her, "You and that Song Qian, are you close?"

Fu Jinghen’s tone didn’t change much, as if making casual conversation.