CHAPTER 367: CHAPTER 365: OBSESSED WITH BEAUTY

Wen Qiao had just clicked in and saw her own expression pack, she hadn’t had time to scroll up when she saw Lao Lin’s sentence. Her finger paused for a moment and she quickly scrolled up.

After seeing Qi Ming being so scared in the escape room that his soul almost left his body, Shi Koufan sitting on a roller coaster with his hair blown back revealing his receding hairline, Shen Zai using his limbs to climb a mountain, and Fang Baichen helping the agritainment farm catch chickens, Wen Qiao instantly felt balanced.

Since it was a communal embarrassment, it was no big deal.

She exited to the main interface and saw a red dot in the address book. Clicking on it, there was a new friend request.

The person had added his name—

Shi Koufan.

Wen Qiao fell silent.

Just then, Jiang Yao seemed to suddenly think of something and nudged her shoulder. "Hey, how does it feel to be locked in a room with the person you were once madly in love with on a reality show?"

Even though Jiang Yao knew it wasn’t nice to ask such a question, she couldn’t help her curiosity.

Moreover, from her observation, it seemed Wen Qiao no longer liked Qi Ming.

So asking should be fine.

"What?" Wen Qiao didn’t react for a moment and looked up, somewhat baffled. "What beloved person?"

"Qi Ming," said Jiang Yao, looking down at her phone. "Did it give rise to any different thoughts?"

"What thoughts?"

"Just, have you—"

Hmm?

Something about that voice wasn’t quite right.

Jiang Yao looked up, and upon seeing the man standing in front of her and Feng Li making faces behind him, she immediately gasped, nearly choking herself.

"President, President Fu, hello!"

A person really shouldn’t get carried away; the moment they do, it’s all over.

Just now, she thought it was fine to ask, but now it had really blown up.

President Fu looked at her with a stern face. "What kind of thoughts was Agent Jiang referring to?"

"What kind of thoughts? I meant to say that one shouldn’t and couldn’t have any such thoughts." Jiang Yao shifted her gaze almost a half turn to Wen Qiao, earnestly admonishing her, "Did you hear that? Alive or dead, you are President Fu’s person; you shouldn’t and couldn’t entertain any thoughts about other men."

After Jiang Yao finished, seeing that President Fu’s expression hadn’t improved, she continued to flatter, "Moreover, with such a paragon like you, Wen Qiao wouldn’t fancy any other men even if she were blind. There’s simply no comparison."

Wen Qiao couldn’t help but speak out, "That’s enough, it’s a bit too much."

Jiang Yao whispered, "You take over, act cute, help me smooth this over."

Wen Qiao: "....."

Had Jiang Yao just developed a new ability?

Brushing off Jiang Yao’s hand tugging at her clothes and sending her SOS signals, Wen Qiao stepped forward, blocking in front of Jiang Yao, and looked up at President Fu, "Why are you here again?"

President Fu finally shifted his gaze from Jiang Yao and looked down at the petite woman in front of him: "Again?"

Wen Qiao realized she had misspoken, stuck out her tongue, released her luggage, and climbed onto President Fu’s arm. "I didn’t mean to unwelcome you, don’t overthink."

"Hmm." President Fu took her suitcase and led her outside, saying, "Came to see you."

"President Fu, why have you become so enamored with beauty now?" Wen Qiao extended a finger to poke President Fu’s chest: "You can’t be this way."