CHAPTER 641: CHAPTER 640: WANTING MORE AND MORE

During the red light, Wen Qiao suddenly had a flash of inspiration, recalling what Lin Ruochun had told her, and turned to look at Fu Jinghen, "Is this Cheng Jue the one who provoked me while driving earlier?"

Fu Jinghen seemed not to expect her to suddenly bring up this topic, and after being stunned for a moment, he nodded, "Yes."

Wen Qiao was leaning her elbow on the central armrest, resting her chin on the back of her hand, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Fu Jinghen, "I heard you got jealous over this and even made him drink?"

A flicker of discomfort crossed Fu Jinghen’s face, and he coughed twice, "Sit properly, you’re too close, it’s affecting my driving."

Wen Qiao, clearly seeing he was trying to change the subject, glanced at the red light countdown that still had thirty seconds left, and smiled, "President Fu, it’s a red light now."

Fu Jinghen, "..."

Wen Qiao poked his arm, "Is that right?"

Fu Jinghen coughed again and replied, "... yes."

Wen Qiao felt satisfied.

She straightened up a bit, her eyes twinkling, "I never thought President Fu would also resort to making someone drink, which is quite tasteless."

"..."

Seeing Fu Jinghen’s increasingly uneasy expression, and glancing at the countdown on the red light, she quickly unfastened her seatbelt, leaned over, and planted a loud kiss on Fu Jinghen’s face.

Facing Fu Jinghen’s gaze, Wen Qiao withdrew back to her seat, fastened her seatbelt, her face grinning, "That’s a reward."

"..."

Fu Jinghen’s eyes darkened briefly then returned to normal so quickly Wen Qiao barely noticed.

As the car’s tail lights in front lit up, moving forward, Fu Jinghen turned his head, foot on the pedal, driving the car forward.

?

Wen Qiao, seeing how composed Fu Jinghen was, was somewhat astonished.

He had finally received the reward he yearned for, why such a subdued reaction?

Was her charm decreasing?

Or did he really not want any reward? Was it just a joke?

As Wen Qiao was lost in thought, the car suddenly stopped. She looked out the window, where the entrance of a night market street was on the right front.

"Why have we stopped? Isn’t it not there yet?"

What answered her was a "click" sound similar to a buckle being unlocked.

She turned her head in confusion, and before she could see clearly, a shadow covered her directly.

Her cheek was cupped by a man’s hand, "I’m quite greedy, wanting a little more."

Before Wen Qiao could understand what he meant, a warm moistness touched her lips.

With each breath, there was the unique scent of Fir.

In the fleeting moments their lips touched, she heard the man’s husky voice, "Baby, respond to me."

Bewitched by the man’s "Baby," as his kiss fell again, Wen Qiao extended her tongue, giving Fu Jinghen the response he desired.

The next second, it was as if something had been unleashed within Fu Jinghen, turning his initially tender and sweet kiss into a tumultuous one.

She found herself unable to cope.

During the dizzy intervals of being kissed, Wen Qiao even had the thought, men indeed shine bright when given a bit of sunlight.

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When the two arrived at the hotel, they were more than ten minutes late.

After stopping the car, Wen Qiao took out a small mirror and lipstick from her bag, carefully applying it.

Fu Jinghen, considerately turning on the ceiling light for her, smiled at her, "You don’t need to reapply, it’s already very red."