My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 673 - 671: The Charisma That Fascinates Me

Zhang Qing naturally understood this, as she was not someone who talked much to begin with.

"Others are about to come down any minute. If you don’t want more people to know, you’d better leave quickly."

"Okay."

Wen Qiao always behaved well in front of Zhang Qing.

Zhang Qing nodded, "Then I’ll be off."

Wen Qiao waved at her, "Goodbye, Teacher Zhang Qing."

Fu Jinghen simply nodded in acknowledgment.

After watching Zhang Qing walk away, Wen Qiao hurriedly dragged Fu Jinghen towards the car.

She had decided to go public, but definitely not at this moment.

Once they got in the car, Wen Qiao remembered to ask Fu Jinghen, "You know Teacher Zhang Qing?"

"We know each other, but we’re not very close," Fu Jinghen leaned over to fasten Wen Qiao’s seatbelt, "My sister grew up with her. Her brother even pursued my sister."

Wen Qiao opened her mouth in surprise, "That’s so mystical."

"What’s so mystical about it," Fu Jinghen pulled down her mask and kissed her lips, "The photographer you told me you really like is her?"

"Yeah," Wen Qiao stretched out her hands and gestured in the air, "She’s so classy."

"In my eyes, you’re classier."

Wen Qiao tilted her head, "What kind of classiness?"

"The kind that fascinates me."

"..."

There was a moment of silence in the car.

Wen Qiao couldn’t help but snort with laughter, "Uncle Fu, I’ve already made up with you. You don’t need to sweet-talk me to cheer me up anymore, because it’s kind of cheesy."

Fu Jinghen’s face darkened, a tinge of embarrassment creeping up his cheeks.

Wen Qiao quickly changed her tone, kissing his chin pleasingly, "But I still like it."

Fu Jinghen twisted her cheek in relief, "You little sprite."

It was only after the car left the parking lot of the "MAN" magazine that Wen Qiao thought of something, "Where are we going?"

"Isn’t it a bit late to ask this question now?" Fu Jinghen felt helpless about her carefreeness, "You didn’t even ask where we were going before getting in the car. You trust me that much?"

"People trust you, after all, you’re not going to sell me. Even if you really did sell me, I’d help you count the money."

Fu Jinghen was amused by her teasing, reaching out to pinch both sides of her cheeks, "Why is the little princess so talkative today?"

"I’ve always been good at talking, okay," Wen Qiao "hehe" laughed twice, then asked, "So, where are you taking me?"

"My sister is leaving the day after tomorrow, she asked us to come home for a meal today, want to go?"

"!"

Wen Qiao got so excited that she forgot she was still buckled up, and sat up abruptly, just as a car ran the red light at the intersection. Fu Jinghen slammed on the brakes, causing Wen Qiao to lurch forward, her head knocking against the storage compartment in front with a "thud."

Wen Qiao winced, let out a small hiss, and curled up slightly.

Fu Jinghen, keeping an eye on her movements from the corner of his eye, frowned and steered the car to the side of the road to a parking spot, turned to look at her without daring to touch her, "Did you hit your head?"

"... Yeah."

Wen Qiao felt bitter inside, her head wasn’t that serious, it just sounded loud, but the place where no sound came from was where she felt the most pain.

Approaching her period, Wen Qiao’s chest had been somewhat sore for the past few days, and having worn a tight outfit all day, she was already feeling terrible. Now, having been squeezed by the seatbelt, she was feeling even more uncomfortable.