My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 290 - 288 palms: good or not

"It’s okay if you don’t understand, after all, you are Uncle Fu."

Wen Qiao got up from the sofa, pulled up the interface where she had bought the slippers, and moved closer to Fu Jinghen to show him, "Do you want a pair? I’ll buy them for you; they’re really comfortable to wear."

Fu Jinghen glanced at the screen which read "Shark Slippers Summer New Cartoon Non-slip Couple’s Beach Sandals" and swallowed back his initial "no," nodding his head, "For couples? Sure."

"..."

Wen Qiao looked up from her phone and gave him a meaningful smile, "Oh, so President Fu wants to wear matching couples’ slippers, huh? You should have said so earlier."

Fu Jinghen also looked at her with a smile, "Wasn’t it you who suggested buying them for me first? I thought Qiaoqiao wanted us to wear matching ones."

It was the first time Wen Qiao heard Fu Jinghen call her "Qiaoqiao" when they were alone together, and combined with his bewitching smile, her brain somewhat froze for a moment.

Seeing her dazed expression, Fu Jinghen leaned in a bit, lifted a strand of hair from her mouth, and inadvertently—or perhaps intentionally—his fingers grazed her lips, bringing back the memory of a fleeting touch.

His voice dropped a bit, "Isn’t that so?"

"Yes—"

Just as she was about to fall into the trap Fu Jinghen had set for her, admitting it was indeed the case, Wen Qiao bit her tongue in time and turned off her phone, speaking in what she thought was a cold, heartless tone, "Hell no, not buying them anymore. You should just keep wearing your old slippers."

Having said that, she tried to get up from the sofa, but forgot that her legs were still draped over Fu Jinghen’s, and she couldn’t move at all.

Fu Jinghen watched with amusement as she struggled to move.

Even though he didn’t speak, Wen Qiao could see an irritating "Aren’t you going to leave? Why aren’t you leaving?" look on his face.

She fidgeted with her legs, "Let go of me."

Seeing she was close to being annoyed, Fu Jinghen gently rubbed her ankle bone and spoke with a hint of coaxing, "Okay, okay, I admit I want to wear the same as Qiaoqiao. Will you buy them for me, please?"

"....."

Wen Qiao flushed and stared at Fu Jinghen for a few seconds, then unexpectedly reached out and tugged fiercely at his face, "Who exactly are you? Confess and you’ll face less severe charges, resist and it’ll be worse. If I find out it’s not my fiancé’s face causing all this trouble, I will definitely chop you."

"....."

Fu Jinghen frowned as she pulled his face back and forth, and grabbed her hand, freeing his face from her grip.

"What’s all this fuss about?"

Wen Qiao sighed in relief, muttering under her breath, "That’s more like it, this is the Fu Jinghen I know, speaking in that paternal tone."

"....."

Fu Jinghen pinched her hand and gave her a sidelong glance, "Do you think I can’t hear you because you’re speaking too softly?"

Wen Qiao covered her mouth and feigned surprise, "Oh, I thought people of advanced age might have hearing problems."

Just as Fu Jinghen narrowed his eyes emitting a dangerous vibe, Wen Qiao cleverly wrapped her arms around his neck, "Uncle Fu, I’m sleepy, I want to go to bed, can you carry me to bed?"

"....."

Fu Jinghen looked at her all ready to go, "Can I say no?"

"Cannot."

Wen Qiao grinned cheekily, but her face screamed, "Dare to say no and next year’s today will be your death anniversary."

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