CHAPTER 555: CHAPTER 553: THIS IS CALLED FUN

Fu Jinghen tightened his grip on her hand and couldn’t help but admonish her, "Don’t talk to others while walking backward; keep your eyes on the road. You almost fell yesterday. How come you never learn?"

Wen Qiao pouted and tapped Fu Jinghen’s hand, "What are you here for then? Are my hands held by you for nothing? Can’t you watch the road if I don’t? If I fall, it would only prove that you weren’t watching over me properly."

With three rhetorical questions and a summary, she pushed all the responsibility onto Fu Jinghen.

Feng Li almost couldn’t resist applauding; her ability to shirk responsibility was truly peerless.

Fu Jinghen was actually rendered speechless by her twisted logic. He looked at their clasped hands and nodded, shouldering the blame. "It’s my fault."

"It was indeed your fault." Wen Qiao muttered resentfully, "Why make it seem as if I’m forcing you to admit it?"

Give her a little color, and she opens a dye workshop, give her some sunlight, and she shines. That’s Wen Qiao.

And more accurately, that’s Wen Qiao in front of Fu Jinghen.

Whenever she encountered Fu Jinghen, Wen Qiao’s irrational side seemed to awaken instantly and become agitated in a very short time.

But compared to that, Fu Jinghen quite enjoyed it.

He tightened his grip on Wen Qiao’s hand and said good-naturedly, "No, it’s indeed my fault. The princess is always right."

Hearing that nickname, Wen Qiao gracefully nodded, "Glad you realize it."

At that moment, Feng Li, who was following behind, also heard those three words from Fu Jinghen and widened his eyes in shock.

Oh my god, what a kind of embarrassing yet indulgent pet name.

Now, he just wanted to take out his phone, capture Fu Jinghen’s demeanor in front of Wen Qiao, and send it to the company gossip group.

Let all FS employees see how their respectable President Fu showed different faces in public and in private!

He is utterly a wife slave!

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Following Fu Jinghen’s instructions, Feng Li bought breakfast on the way here, all of which Wen Qiao loved.

After stuffing the last bite of steamed bun into her mouth, the car just happened to stop at the back door of the hotel.

Wen Qiao took a piece of tissue, wiped her hands clean, very conveniently stuffed the crumpled tissue to Fu Jinghen, and opened the car door ready to dash out.

Fu Jinghen quickly grabbed her wrist with one hand while the other hand still held a disposable container with soup dumplings. "After the program is recorded, I’ll come pick you up and then take you to Hang City, okay?"

"Whatever you want, whatever you want." Wen Qiao nodded in a hurry. "Let go of me, I’m really going to be late."

Fu Jinghen, getting the answer he wanted, immediately let go of her and watched her rush toward the hotel, calling out, "Slow down, don’t fall."

Once Wen Qiao’s figure disappeared, Fu Jinghen withdrew his gaze and turned his head to see Feng Li, who had turned around from the front passenger seat. His facial expression immediately turned serious, and he asked in a subdued tone, "What are you looking at?"

"President Fu, I feel like you’re not so much looking for a wife as you are a daughter."

Fu Jinghen raised an eyebrow, suddenly remembering the "daddy figure boyfriend" comment Wen Qiao had made during a meal.

The driver, driving the car, spoke, "Special Assistant Feng, you might not understand this, but it’s popular now to pamper your girlfriend as if she’s your daughter, what’s it called again, right, it’s called having a taste."

Feng Li gave a thumbs-up, praising, "Driver, you really know your stuff, hiding your light under a bushel."

The driver grinned, "I only know because my daughter told me."