My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 838 - 836: In My Eyes, You’re the Most Beautiful

Fang Qinghe took the phone, entered her WeChat ID, and after adding it, handed the phone back: "I’ll approve it when I get back, don’t worry."

"No rush, no rush." Wen Qiao smiled like a blooming flower.

Wuwuwu, the beautiful sister has such a gentle personality.

Really a bargain for that bastard Huo Mutian.

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll head out then."

"Okay, goodbye Sister Qinghe."

Fang Qinghe said goodbye and glanced past Wen Qiao, nodding towards the man as a greeting.

Wen Qiao instinctively followed her gaze to see the man waiting at the door, and her smile deepened unconsciously.

She lifted her skirt and walked over: "Didn’t I ask Lin Ruochun to tell you to wait for me while resting?"

Fu Jinghen took the bag from her hand with one hand and held her with the other: "I wasn’t at ease, so I came to check."

"You’re really babying me."

"Mm."

Fu Jinghen, once bitten by a snake, is now wary of ropes for ten years; he can never remain calm when it comes to Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao knew he was anxious and didn’t bother saying anything to comfort him because it wouldn’t help anyway.

"The police sent word that the person claimed to be your fan and only approached you because he liked you so much..." Fu Jinghen paused before continuing, "But he didn’t mention Wen Shu’s name at all."

"Could it be Wen Shu’s brain-dead fan?" Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow, boldly speculating, "His actions count as attempted molestation, right? He should be detained for this, yet he’s still protecting Wen Shu, truly..."

Wen Qiao shook her head, unsure of what to say.

"It’s okay." Fu Jinghen squeezed Wen Qiao’s hand, "Doing bad things often will eventually lead to a downfall."

"..."

For some reason, hearing Fu Jinghen say this so seriously made Wen Qiao feel like laughing.

"Let’s not talk about these unhappy things, change the subject."

"Mm."

"I observed Fang Qinghe up close just now, and she’s really beautiful. She’s the kind of calm and untainted beauty, like a fairy," Wen Qiao swayed Fu Jinghen’s hand back and forth, sharing her thoughts upon meeting Fang Qinghe: "Huo Mutian is really lucky to meet such a beauty."

"You’re also very beautiful."

There were several steps ahead, and Fu Jinghen helped Wen Qiao walk down them. He was always a step ahead of Wen Qiao. By the time Wen Qiao stepped onto the last stair, Fu Jinghen was already standing on the ground.

With the advantage of the steps and high heels, Wen Qiao was slightly taller than Fu Jinghen. Fu Jinghen looked up at her slightly: "In my eyes, you’re the most beautiful."

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Meanwhile, a certain "two-faced" man in Jiang City was watching the video Wen Qiao had just sent. Analyzing their positions, postures, and expressions in the short five-second clip, he played it back at least twenty times.

This guy, how is he handsome?

He can’t even compare to one of his fingernails.

And why is this woman with the last name Fang smiling so happily?

Isn’t she always on the cold route, indifferent to everyone?

Realizing what he was doing, Huo Mutian’s body froze, and he abruptly tossed the phone aside, grabbing the documents on the table to look through.

The neat typographic characters on the white paper came into his view one by one and bounced out of his mind one after another.

After a few minutes, the phone suddenly made a "ding" sound.