"President Fu, running errands for me is exhausting. Here's your reward—a kiss as sweet as milk. No need to be polite."
After that, Wen Qiao grabbed her clothes and dashed back to the bedroom.
The sound of footsteps disappeared along with the door closing.
Fu Jinghen stayed bent over for a while before he finally came to his senses.
He lifted his hand, his thumb gently brushing the corner of his lips.
A low chuckle escaped from his throat after a moment.
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After getting ready, Fu Jinghen drove Wen Qiao to the film set.
All the way, Wen Qiao chattered about the interesting things that happened during yesterday's show recording.
Fu Jinghen quietly listened, occasionally responding to show he was paying attention.
The elevator stopped on the fifth floor, where the "Red Makeup" crew was located.
As the elevator doors opened, Wen Qiao's eyes met with the person outside.
Wen Shu walked in, nodded at Wen Qiao as a greeting, "Good morning."
Wen Qiao replied, "Morning."
