CHAPTER 620: CHAPTER 619: WANT TO SEE YOU

"Mutian, Qiaoqiao, we’ll head over first."

Fu Qiang nodded at the two and dragged Fu Jinghen away.

Once again, only Wen Qiao and Huo Mutian were left in the corner. Huo Mutian leisurely sat down and sighed, "Women are really hard to retain."

Wen Qiao glared at him, "Are you doing this on purpose?"

"What do you mean by that, beautiful?" Huo Mutian retained his innocent expression, "I’m just making a remark, how is that on purpose?"

Wen Qiao felt a surge of frustration and glared at Huo Mutian again without speaking.

It was her own fault after all.

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The banquet lasted for two hours, and Wen Qiao, following Huo Mutian, collected numerous business cards from directors and producers, gladly accepting them all.

She sacrificed her holiday time and dumped the miserable Fu Jinghen to accompany Huo Mutian to the banquet; seizing as many resources as possible was only fair.

Some envious people remarked that if it weren’t for her being with Huo Mutian, she wouldn’t have been noticed.

Wen Qiao ignored such comments entirely.

Let them have Huo Mutian invite them as his companions if they’re so capable.

Sour grapes.

After the banquet, Huo Mutian drove Wen Qiao home. He hadn’t brought a driver with him, so he called a substitute driver for the return trip.

It was quite late, so Wen Qiao didn’t invite Huo Mutian to come up, and after saying goodbye, she turned and entered the apartment building.

With a "ding," the elevator reached her floor. Stepping out, she was surprised to see an unexpected person at her door.

"When did you get here?"

Fu Jinghen straightened up, "Just a bit ago."

Wen Qiao and Huo Mutian had left shortly after the banquet ended, and it took more than half an hour from the estate to her apartment; it seemed Fu Jinghen had left the venue early.

No wonder she hadn’t seen him at the end of the banquet.

He had been waiting at her doorstep, playing the waiting game.

Wen Qiao pushed the lock up and pressed her fingerprint, "What are you doing here?"

"Just wanted to see you."

"..." Wen Qiao turned to glance at him, "Where’s Sister Fu Qiang?"

"She went home."

Fu Jinghen followed her into the apartment. Wen Qiao kicked off her high heels, tossed them casually on the floor, and walked further in wearing slippers.

Fu Jinghen expertly placed her high heels in the shoe cabinet and put on the pair of men’s slippers he had bought the day before.

Wen Qiao went straight to the bedroom to change clothes. After changing, she received a message from Fu Qiang.

On her way back, she had received a friend request from Fu Qiang, forwarded by Fu Jinghen.

Fu Qiang’s WeChat name was Xiao Qiangwei, which took Wen Qiao by surprise—she hadn’t expected Fu Qiang to be so girlish.

[Xiao Qiangwei: Qiaoqiao, Fu Jinghen’s assistant told me he didn’t eat lunch and went straight to the banquet in the evening, he hasn’t eaten all day and he has hypoglycemia, just feed him something so he doesn’t pass out.]

Wen Qiao’s heart skipped a beat.

He hadn’t eaten all day and had been drinking at the banquet?

Wen Qiao was about to remove her makeup, but she immediately opened the bedroom door and rushed out after reading the message.

Fu Jinghen was sitting on the sofa, his head leaned back against the sofa’s backrest.

Only when Wen Qiao approached did she notice his forehead slightly furrowed and his complexion somewhat pale.

Hearing footsteps, Fu Jinghen opened his eyes to look at her.

Wen Qiao looked at him sternly, "If I don’t let you come over for a meal, you go on a hunger strike?"