CHAPTER 576: CHAPTER 574: IS THERE A NEED FOR RESEARCH?

"You also gave me roses, didn’t you? Red roses at that."

Wen Qiao pointed to the bright red roses dripping with charm on the long table in the middle of the makeup room.

Fu Jinghen fell silent, released Wen Qiao’s hand, and turned his head to lean closer to the chair, "Then you go."

?

Was he throwing a temper tantrum?

Wen Qiao glanced at him in surprise and continued walking toward the door without stopping.

Hearing the sound of Wen Qiao moving gradually towards the door, Fu Jinghen’s eyes drooped.

After a short while, Wen Qiao returned, carrying the bouquet of pink roses Huo Mutian had given her.

Fu Jinghen lifted his eyelids and saw her place the bouquet of pink roses on the table, right next to the red roses he had brought.

The red was vivid, the pink tender, and the size of the bouquets made their status clear at a glance.

Fu Jinghen felt a bit better inside.

He scoffed disdainfully.

He had thought that Huo Mutian was generous when pursuing women, but the bouquet he sent was much smaller than his own.

Wen Qiao, feeling Fu Jinghen’s gaze on her, shifted the pink roses from Huo Mutian slightly backward.

She turned around, leaned on the table, and looked at Fu Jinghen: "You seem to be quite knowledgeable about the meaning of different rose varieties."

Fu Jinghen responded indifferently, "Does that require research?"

Wen Qiao playfully tilted her head and remained silent.

Fu Jinghen’s gaze wavered a bit before admitting, "I haven’t researched it for very long."

Only then did Wen Qiao start to laugh.

The makeup room door was knocked on, and Wen Qiao called out, "Come in." Lin Ruochun poked her head in, her eyes tightly shut as if afraid to see something she shouldn’t.

"Did your eyelids stick together and you can’t open them?"

Lin Ruochun quietly opened a slit in her eyes, and upon seeing that everything inside the makeup room was normal, she fully opened them. "The reshoot is over; Director Zhang is calling you to take a group photo."

"Okay."

Wen Qiao straightened up from the table and pointed outside, asking Fu Jinghen, "Are you going to wait here for me, or what?"

"I’ll wait here for you to come back."

"..."

Why was he behaving so obediently?

Wen Qiao held back, but couldn’t resist. She raised her hand and ruffled Fu Jinghen’s hair, "Then you can play by yourself here for a while, okay?"

"..."

Fu Jinghen looked up gently at Wen Qiao and nodded: "Got it."

Wen Qiao left, and once Fu Jinghen was alone in the makeup room, he caught sight of his disheveled hair in the mirror, sighed helplessly, and casually arranged his hair to return it to its previous state.

Being alone here was quite boring, so he took out his phone to look at the FS financial statements Feng Li had sent him that morning while waiting for Wen Qiao to return.

The makeup room was decorated in light brown, and the one red and one pink bouquet on the central table stood out conspicuously.

Fu Jinghen glanced at the pink roses placed behind the red ones he had given, unreactive.

After a few seconds, he glanced again, his fingers resting on the chair’s armrest moved, still with little reaction.

He lowered his head to look at his phone again, and because the keyboard took up the lower half of the screen, only a row of question marks from Feng Li and a message reading, "President Fu, has your phone frozen?" were visible.

?

Fu Jinghen scrolled down and realized that he had unknowingly tapped the keyboard, sending a jumble of text to Feng Li that made no sense.

[Fu Jinghen: No.]

After thinking for two seconds, he put away his phone, stood up from the chair, and walked towards the long table.