My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 353 - 351 Why Are Your Ears Red

"Okay," Fu Jinghen nodded, "I’ll go back to the bedroom after you return home."

What a joke.

So you’re going to head to the bedroom too when I get home? What chaotic things are you planning to do to me, a future flower of our country? Wen Qiao internally grumbled.

"Wen Qiao," Fu Jinghen called her.

"Huh?"

"Why are your ears red?"

"!"

How could I have overlooked that!

"I’m hot!" Wen Qiao’s voice immediately rose, "The air conditioning in this bathroom hardly works. Would I lock myself in this tiny, broken bathroom if it weren’t for video calling you?"

"Uh-huh." Fu Jinghen was still smiling, "Our poor Qiaoqiao."

"Good that you know."

With a warm yellow light on in his study, Fu Jinghen, wearing his home clothes and having shed his suit and shirt, seemed less cold and more tender. When the man smiled, it was as if all the light around him gathered in his eyes.

Watching Fu Jinghen unintentionally charm her through the screen, Wen Qiao huffed softly, "I’m going to photoshop some pictures, you stay by yourself."

Saying that, Wen Qiao exited the WeChat chat and opened a photo-editing app to work on a screenshot she had just taken.

After a while, Wen Qiao’s editing paused and her fingers moved slowly to her chest, pressing it.

She felt something was off.

Her heartbeat was a bit fast.

It probably was the enticing angle of Fu Jinghen just now that accelerated her heartbeat.

Tch.

It must be because she’d seen too few handsome guys lately, which made her heart race like this.

Yes, definitely.

After brainwashing herself with these thoughts, Wen Qiao’s photo-editing hands became much more skilled than before.

Fu Jinghen did not bother her anymore, and she soon immersed herself in the world of photo-editing.

About ten minutes later, the silent phone suddenly transmitted Fu Jinghen’s voice: "Wen Qiao."

Wen Qiao paused, switching back to WeChat: "What?"

"You need to wash your face."

Wen Qiao glanced at the time, and surely it was time.

She pushed her phone aside and turned on the faucet, rubbing the mask on her face.

Washing her face, she suddenly realized something, "You actually timed my mask application? Who taught you? Have you ever timed it for another woman?"

Considering Fu Jinghen’s previous clueless male thoughts, how could he be so detailed?

"I was afraid you’d forget and come crying to me again," Fu Jinghen explained with slight helplessness, "There’s no one else, just you."

Wen Qiao immediately remembered one time not long ago when she was so tired that she fell asleep while wearing a face mask, resulting in a pimple on her forehead the next day, and she had made quite a fuss to Fu Jinghen about it.

"Okay then."

Wen Qiao dried her clean face and applied a hydrating mask to soothe it, she picked up her phone, "I’m not going to video chat anymore, I can’t sit in the bathroom, it’s too tiring to stand, I’m going to lie down now."

The bedroom cameras were still unblockable, only the bathroom had no cameras installed. Wen Qiao had been hiding in the bathroom to video chat with Fu Jinghen for so long, if she didn’t leave soon, the TV crew would probably urge her to come out, otherwise, they would have no material to use. frёeωebɳovel.com

After hanging up the video call, the moment Wen Qiao lay down on the bed, a bank transfer notification popped up on her phone.

The sender was Fu Jinghen, the recipient was her.

Counting the zeros before the decimal point, Wen Qiao swiftly sat up and, with her back to the cameras, sent a message to Fu Jinghen.

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