"How much longer?" Fu Jinghen said, "I'll come pick you up."
"Are you done with work?"
"It's not a rush, dinner is more important."
"Oh, President Fu, how did you get so enlightened so quickly?" Wen Qiao's tone carried a hint of sarcasm, "Weren't you too busy to eat yesterday? How come you're not in a hurry today? Don't eat then, since work is more important than eating."
"The situation is different now," Fu Jinghen said. "Today you're joining me for dinner, so of course work isn't important."
That flattery was pretty spot on, Wen Qiao chuckled mockingly, "Do your employees know that their boss is so dazzled by beauty that he loses his senses?"
Just like King You of Zhou who lit signal fires to amuse a beauty, now we have Fu Jinghen neglecting his work to have dinner with a film star.
Indeed, in the world of men, beauty occupies a major part.
"I don't know," Fu Jinghen's voice lowered, "so I need Qiaoqiao to keep it a secret for me, help me maintain my image outside."
