My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 296 - 294: President Fu is so handsome

Although the couple hadn’t slept together for long, Fu Jinghen had more or less figured out her little quirk, and he gently swept a lock of her hair at the tip of her nose.

The itch at the tip of her nose made Wen Qiao’s eyebrows furrow again. She wriggled in Fu Jinghen’s arms like she was planning to roll away, but the itchiness on her nose persisted. Tormented, she finally opened her eyes and looked at Fu Jinghen with a trace of sleepiness and a profound sense of complaint.

When the alarm went off and woke her up, Wen Qiao called out to him. Not hearing a response, she guessed he had gone out to buy something for her and hadn’t returned yet. She managed to stay awake enough to call him, but then her consciousness started to blur again.

She wanted to wake up, but another part of her mind was pulling at her, urging her to keep sleeping. However, under Fu Jinghen’s relentless pestering, that impulse gradually faded away.

Looking down at Wen Qiao’s face, visibly impatient, Fu Jinghen pinched her smooth cheek and coaxed, "How about getting up and washing your face? Then we can go out for some pudding. Otherwise, when Ruochun comes, you won’t get any."

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Wen Qiao didn’t speak but merely tilted her head, expressing her confusion at his words.

Fu Jinghen patiently explained, "She called me while you were asleep, said she brought you a mille-feuille cake and will bring it over when you wake up, and also to take her pudding."

Wen Qiao’s voice was raspy from sleep as she casually asked, "Did she ask you to bring something for her?"

"Uh-huh, I didn’t know which flavor you wanted, so I bought them all," said Fu Jinghen, his hands constantly busy, pinching Wen Qiao’s cheeks and now her ears. "You pick first, and let her take the rest."

Wen Qiao blinked sluggishly, "Is that really okay?"

"There’s nothing wrong with that," Fu Jinghen replied very matter-of-factly, "I paid for them so there’s no problem in letting you choose first."

"Wow," Wen Qiao covered her mouth, her eyes outside shining like crescent moons with laughter, "President Fu is so handsome."

Fu Jinghen looked at his wristwatch, not fooled by Wen Qiao’s flattery, "Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. Fu, but you need to get up now."

Wen Qiao lifted her arms and shook them slightly.

Fu Jinghen understood the hint, and picked her up in his arms, heading towards the bathroom with her slippers in his other hand.

"If one didn’t know better, they’d think these slippers were bought for my hands to wear."

Wen Qiao, draping her arms around his neck, didn’t say a word but gently shook her legs hanging on either side of his body to show her protest.

Once in the bathroom, Fu Jinghen first tossed the slippers onto the ground, then placed Wen Qiao on top of them.

Wen Qiao turned on the faucet and began to wash her face while slipping into her slippers.

Since she couldn’t see with her eyes closed, she stumbled while putting the slippers on. Fortunately, Fu Jinghen stayed by her side and caught her as she leaned to one side.

"Why can’t you just wait until you’ve put on the slippers before washing your face?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a small hand suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Towel."

Fu Jinghen took the towel hanging nearby and handed it to her, expecting that after she finished, he would have to hang it back up again.

Sure enough, as soon as he thought of it, that familiar towel reappeared in front of him.

He took it and turned around, only to hear a pattering sound behind him. Turning back, he saw that the little girl who had just been standing in front of the sink was now, clad in slippers, running toward the coffee table.

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