After the meal, Fu Jinghen asked her if she had any plans for the afternoon. Wen Qiao looked into his eager eyes, paused for two seconds, and then shook her head.
Sure enough, the next second Fu Jinghen had arranged her afternoon schedule: "How about I take you to visit the company? It's been so long, and you haven't actually been to FS yet."
"Is it just a visit and then you'll send me home—?" Wen Qiao drawled, her gaze teasing as she looked at him: "Or do you plan to keep me in your office afterwards to keep you company?"
Having his thoughts read so clearly, Fu Jinghen simply did not hide them anymore.
He pinched Wen Qiao's little face: "I do want you to keep me company, just not sure if the Princess would grant my wish."
Wen Qiao slapped away his hand with an "ayy," "Don't pinch my face; I'm wearing make-up today."
Fu Jinghen nodded in understanding: "No wonder."
"No wonder what?" Wen Qiao didn't understand.
"No wonder you look so beautiful today."
"..."
