CHAPTER 395: CHAPTER 393: ISN’T MISS WEN THE ONE WHO SAT ON ME HERSELF?

Qi Ming walked over to Wen Qiao and patted her on the shoulder, "You go and sit with my little uncle. I’m feeling a bit carsick and would prefer to sit in the front."

Shi Koufan heard this and said, "How about I swap with you? After all, Wen Qiao is a girl, and it might not be too appropriate for her to move."

"......"

Why are you everywhere?

Are you someone who would die if you’re not in the middle of things?

And not too appropriate, what a joke. Those two have already slept in the same bed out of your sight several times.

I’m speechless.

Qi Ming’s retort towards Shi Koufan almost burst out like a flood, but luckily, he remembered they were still on a show and had to maintain a semblance of brotherhood, so he held back in time.

"What are you saying, you couldn’t even speak clearly when you talked to my little uncle just now."

Qi Ming pressed down on his shoulder, "Wen Qiao is also an artist at Huasong, and she has met my little uncle at the company and talked to him a few times. Just sit down honestly."

Shi Koufan: "......"

Listening to Qi Ming’s earnest nonsense, Wen Qiao held back her laughter, took her bag, and stood up: "Alright then, I’ll go over."

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Hurry up.

Ride there at breakneck speed.

Shi Koufan watched the two of them and always felt something was off, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Qi Ming took Wen Qiao’s seat and noticed Shi Koufan staring at him, glared at him, "What are you looking at! You’re going to die soon."

Shi Koufan quickly looked away, and after a moment of recovery, the screen darkened.

Qi Ming glanced at his battle record.

Inner OS: What kind of trash.

He took out his phone and prepared to start a game, intending to show Shi Koufan what real skill was.

Unlocking his phone, the screen was still on the WeChat interface, and Qi Ming instantly saw the transfer message from Fu Jinghen.

[Fu Jinghen: Transferred 200,000.00 yuan to you.]

!!!

Qi Ming almost jumped out of his chair.

If he knew getting pocket money was this easy, he would have clung to Wen Qiao’s coattails sooner. He wouldn’t have to think twice about buying himself some clothes.

Qi Ming’s fingers rapidly tapped the screen—

[Qi Xiaoming: Little uncle, I love you!!! KissJPG.]

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After Qi Ming moved, Fu Jinghen shifted to the outer seat. Just as he put away his phone, he saw Wen Qiao walking over.

"President Fu, Qi Ming said he gets carsick and swapped seats with me."

Her tone was all business.

Fu Jinghen shifted his body slightly to make space for her to get in.

As Wen Qiao moved sideways into the seat, the car hit a speed bump and jolted. She failed to hold on properly and fell downwards.

Then, her waist tightened, and she found herself in a warm embrace.

Her nose filled with the familiar scent of fir.

Wen Qiao looked up and saw that everyone else was busy with their own things and didn’t rush to get up.

She adjusted her sitting position slightly to make herself more comfortable, snuggled securely in Fu Jinghen’s arms, and inhaled his scent which she particularly liked.

Then she lifted her head to meet the man’s gaze, "President Fu, what are you doing? Let me go quickly."

Her voice deliberately lowered, unlike her usual cool tone, with a rising intonation at the end, like a small hook tugging at one’s heartstrings.

Fu Jinghen raised an eyebrow, also lowered his voice, and played along with Wen Qiao’s drama, "Isn’t it Miss Wen who couldn’t stand steady and ended up sitting on me?"