Wen Qiao glared at him, her gaze slightly fierce, "What? Should I thank you for saving me the trouble of applying lipstick?"
"..."
Fu Jinghen wisely shut his mouth.
The cat's claws were already out; if he didn't know what was good for him, he'd end up being scratched.
A servant standing at the door came over, intending to hurry them to get out of the car so as not to block the traffic behind. However, when he approached and saw Fu Jinghen in the driver's seat, he backed away.
After touching up her lipstick and packing her things, Wen Qiao glanced at Fu Jinghen, "Alright, let's go."
Fu Jinghen nodded and was about to open the car door when Wen Qiao suddenly pulled him back.
He looked back at her, "What's wrong?"
Wen Qiao suddenly leaned in close, surprising Fu Jinghen, who leaned back against the seat, "You planning to give me a reward?"
With a "smack," Wen Qiao slapped a tissue onto Fu Jing's lips from out of nowhere.
Fu Jinghen: "?"
