CHAPTER 664: CHAPTER 563: ONLY TO PLEASE YOU

Seeing Wen Qiao and Zhang Qing start their work, everyone else promptly went on to attend to their own tasks.

Meng Meng and the man stood rooted to the spot, finding themselves in an awkward situation.

Feeling like she couldn’t save face, Meng Meng stamped her foot and ran out.

The man, upon seeing this, hurriedly chased after her, shouting "Mengmeng" as he went.

The men who came with him, carrying those things, exchanged bewildered looks. Seeing that no one stayed behind to take care of the items they brought, they also followed out.

This little incident thus settled down.

Wen Qiao and Zhang Qing worked quite in sync, and by the morning had completed more than half of the day’s work. They just needed to change into two more sets of clothes for the photoshoot in the afternoon.

At twelve noon sharp, work was wrapped up.

Wen Qiao quickly changed into her own clothes, and, avoiding everyone’s gaze, she sneaked off in a little run all the way to the parking lot.

Fu Jinghen had sent her the location of the car early in the morning, and Wen Qiao spotted it at a glance.

She ran over, pulled open the passenger side door, and subconsciously wanted to get in, but the moment she saw the bouquet on the passenger seat, her movement abruptly stopped, her mouth agape in surprise.

A large bouquet of champagne roses, interspersed with some baby’s breath and white eustoma as embellishments, looked exceptionally beautiful.

Wen Qiao picked up the bouquet, hugging it in her arms, and sat down in the car.

Fu Jinghen, amused, looked at the fully geared Wen Qiao: "All covered up like that, aren’t you feeling stuffy?"

He reached out to adjust the direction of the air conditioning fan so as not to blow directly at Wen Qiao, lest she felt suffocated.

"A little bit," she admitted. "But what can I do? As a public figure, I’ve got to suit up a bit, right?"

She took off her mask, bent down to sniff, and the unique fragrance of the champagne roses filled her nose, making her smile unconsciously.

"What made you think of sending me flowers?"

"I thought you’d be happy receiving the flowers, so I bought them." Fu Jinghen, watching the smile at the corners of her mouth, also began to laugh: "It seems I guessed right. If you like them, I’ll send you a bouquet every day."

"Every day a different one." He added.

"Do you know what champagne roses symbolize?"

Fu Jinghen blinked, "What?"

Wen Qiao could tell he was playing dumb and turned her head away: "I don’t know either."

"I do," Fu Jinghen chuckled and sat straighter, leaning close to Wen Qiao’s ear, he began: "The meaning behind these flowers is also what I want to tell you."

Only then did Wen Qiao turn her head back, teasing him: "Wow, Uncle Fu, how did you suddenly become so insightful, knowing how to charm a girl like me?"

Fu Jinghen affectionately pinched her nose: "Correction, it’s not ’a girl like you’; it’s only you I aim to please."

"Alright, alright, I got it."

The smile in Wen Qiao’s eyes deepened, as she gazed at the handsome face so close to her, she felt a stir of impulse.

But before she could act, Fu Jinghen beat her to it: "So, is there a reward?"

"..."

Wen Qiao’s budding thoughts quickly retracted, and she pushed Fu Jinghen’s increasingly close face away: "No."

The relentlessly pushed Fu Jinghen: "..."

Wen Qiao gave him a glance: "You’re making me suspect that your efforts to please me are purposeful and impure."

Fu Jinghen couldn’t help but give a small laugh.

Was this girl truly naive or just pretending? His intentions towards her could never be simple.

"Alright then, to avoid any misunderstanding, I’ll restrain myself a bit, Qiaoqiao."