My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 937 - 935: Pleasant Cooperation

Listening to Fu Jinghen’s somewhat aggrieved complaint, Wen Qiao’s heart softened a bit, and she reported her day’s schedule to him: "After getting off the plane at noon, I rushed to the set and spent the afternoon in meetings. Director Zheng and the screenwriter talked about filming matters. In the evening, everyone from the crew had dinner together, just got back to the hotel when your video came."

Fu Jinghen replied indifferently with an "Oh": "Is that so."

Wen Qiao, knowing she was at fault, had a very good attitude for admitting her mistake: "Oops, I was wrong."

"I shouldn’t have ignored you all day, I promise this situation will never happen again. Don’t be angry, husband, kiss kiss."

Seeing the lips pouting close to the screen, Fu Jinghen chuckled a bit, not really taking this small matter to heart.

Just as he was about to say something, a male voice suddenly interrupted from Wen Qiao’s side— 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Sister Qiaoqiao, why didn’t you take a coat when you came out?"

Fu Jinghen, who was originally leaning on the table edge, stood a bit straighter, his eyes tightly fixed on the screen.

His intuition told him that the person who arrived was likely one of those two males.

Upon hearing the voice, Wen Qiao had just turned around when she felt a weight on her shoulder, followed by a warmth enveloping her upper body.

She glanced at the garment draped over her shoulders and smiled at the newcomer: "I forgot, thank you."

As Wen Qiao turned back, her hand holding the phone lowered slightly, causing the angle to be a bit off, but Fu Jinghen still clearly saw as Wen Qiao turned back, an extra coat appeared on her shoulder, obviously given by the man who spoke.

Fu Jinghen narrowed his eyes, the stone in his heart was suspended again.

This young man’s not big in age but bold enough.

Dare to openly show diligence to his woman.

"Is this President Fu?"

The male voice sounded again, and the next moment Fu Jinghen saw half of the man’s face appear on the screen: "Your relationship is really good."

Wen Qiao chuckled, humbly saying: "It’s alright."

"You guys chat, I’ll head back first." The man added: "I’m just at the door, if Sister Qiaoqiao needs anything, just call me."

Wen Qiao nodded: "Alright, you quickly head in."

The screen shook a bit, and Wen Qiao’s face appeared on screen.

Fu Jinghen drank some water, casually asked: "That young boy just now, is he an actor in your crew too?"

He deliberately added the word "young."

"Yes, he’s the second male lead." Wen Qiao’s tone carried surprise: "He’s only eighteen, but his acting is superb, truly one of those born with talent. I did a scene with him today and our performance together was great."

Listening to Wen Qiao praising another man, Fu Jinghen put the cup down, the ceramic hitting the marble table making a "ding" sound, he calmly said: "Is that so, then he’s definitely talented."

"Indeed." Wen Qiao suddenly had an idea, suggesting: "Hey, it seems he hasn’t signed with a company yet, why not sign him to Huasong?"

"No rush, let’s observe a bit more first."

"Alright."

The two chatted for a while longer, spoke about personal matters, and then ended the call.

Recalling the scene of the young man draping a coat over Wen Qiao, Fu Jinghen’s gaze darkened.

Even knowing Wen Qiao was talking to him over the phone, still acting so openly; if it were in private, then what?

The stone in Fu Jinghen’s heart rose considerably, he found Huo Mutian’s WeChat and sent a message—