CHAPTER 491: CHAPTER 489: BRUSHED UP ON HOW TO CHASE GIRLS

"How come it’s every time," Wen Qiao reminded him, "You didn’t drive me on the day we broke off our engagement either."

Fu Jinghen countered, "How do you know I didn’t?"

Wen Qiao was stunned, her mouth opened, but she didn’t know what to say.

The man wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, gazing at Wen Qiao with a gentle yet blurred look in the sunlight, his shirt collar undone by two buttons, casual and messy.

Wen Qiao felt this man was playing mind games with her.

He was tempting her again with what she desired.

Fu Jinghen, whether or not he had sensed the softening of her heart, tilted his head toward the passenger seat, "I’ll ask one more time, can you give me a chance to drive you to the airport?"

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[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Meet at the airport.]

Upon seeing the WeChat message from Wen Qiao, Jiang Yao twisted her body back, extending her palm towards Xiao Chu, "Cash, WeChat, or Alipay?"

Xiao Chu pouted, reluctantly took out her phone, transferred one hundred yuan to Jiang Yao’s WeChat, then clutched the phone to her chest, lamented, "I really have no willpower."

"You’ll get used to it," Jiang Yao happily pocketed the money, patted the driver’s seat, "Driver, let’s go, to the airport."

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Wen Qiao sat in the passenger seat of the luxury car, feeling very conflicted.

Ten minutes ago, she had been resolutely sitting in her own nanny car cursing Fu Jinghen, and ten minutes later, she was sitting in his car, with the sweets he had bought her still between her legs.

Had she known this would happen, why bother in the first place.

Wen Qiao sighed softly, coming to terms with this reality.

She glanced at the puffs and puddings in the paper bag and suddenly turned to ask, "Did you already anticipate that I would get in your car, so you had everything prepared in advance?"

Fu Jinghen drove with focus, but his peripheral vision captured every move of Wen Qiao, "No, even if you didn’t get in my car, I would still give you the sweets at the airport."

"Why didn’t you just give them to me earlier then?" Wen Qiao asked.

"Because I still wanted to make a bet," Fu Jinghen smiled, "A bet on whether you would soften up and get off your car to find me after seeing me following you."

"....."

Wen Qiao coldly "Oh"ed, "Congratulations, you won your bet."

Knowing she was prideful, Fu Jinghen gave her a step up, "You gave me the opportunity to win."

Wen Qiao looked at him suspiciously, "How come your mouth has suddenly become so eloquent?"

"I brushed up on how to chase girls."

There was a crossroads ahead, a red light.

Fu Jinghen applied the brakes, and after the car came to a stop, he turned to look at Wen Qiao, "One always has to put in some effort to chase after our outstanding Qiaoqiao, right?"

"......"

Wen Qiao muttered under her breath, "Who’s ’our’ with you."

Watching the woman’s porcelain-like translucent skin, Fu Jinghen’s fingers twitched, suppressing the itch inside him, and shifted the topic, reminding her, "Hurry and eat, the shop assistant said the ice cream inside the puff is not good once it melts."

Wen Qiao "Oh"ed again, took out a puff from the packaging bag, and took a big bite.

The cream, slightly icy, blended with the pastry crust melting in her mouth, buttery aroma spreading, and Wen Qiao let out an involuntary, satisfied sigh.

Fu Jinghen felt a twitch in his brow as he watched Wen Qiao extend her pink tongue to scoop away the cream sticking to her mouth, his gaze inadvertently darkening, his mind involuntarily recalling the softness of the little woman’s lips, as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

Fu Jinghen averted his eyes, casually staring at some point outside the car window to divert his own attention.