My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 688 - 686: I’ll Wait for You at Home

However, Fu Qiang had gotten used to the way Fu Jinghen talked back to him, and Fu Jinghen had indeed managed to pacify Fu Qiang.

"Fine then." Fu Qiang leaned back on the couch, "Just keep an eye on him for me, don’t forget about your nephew once you have a wife."

"Do you have the nerve to say that about me?" Fu Jinghen handed Fu Qiang a peeled tangerine, yet didn’t hold back his words, "Aren’t you the one who forgot your son after getting a husband? We’re both in the same boat, so don’t be pointing fingers."

"Can’t you just shut up?" Fu Qiang took the tangerine, glaring at Fu Jinghen, "You peel tangerines with your hands, not your mouth."

"It’s precisely because I don’t use my mouth that I can talk."

Fu Qiang threw a seed she spat out toward Fu Jinghen, "Can you not go a sentence without sniping at me? Do you talk to Qiaoqiao the same way when you’re with her? That girl must really love you."

"No."

Fu Jinghen looked toward the direction of the French windows; Wen Qiao was standing in the yard on a phone call, probably hearing something funny as it made her laugh with her eyes curving into crescents.

Seeing her laugh, Fu Jinghen smiled too.

"The way I talk to my sister and the way I talk to my wife definitely can’t be the same."

The smile on his face irritated Fu Qiang, and she grabbed a pillow from behind and threw it at his face.

This little bastard, not only does he play favorites, but he also does it so blatantly.

The scene of Fu Qiang hitting Fu Jinghen with the pillow was just seen by Wen Qiao coming out. She frowned slightly, pointed at Fu Jinghen, and gestured for him to stop annoying Fu Qiang.

Fu Jinghen mouthed silently to her, "I’m not."

Fu Qiang, with her back to Wen Qiao, naturally didn’t notice this gesture. Seeing Fu Jinghen move his lips, she thought he was cursing at her, and hit him even more vigorously.

Wen Qiao sighed silently, turned around, and no longer looked at the scene inside the house.

In any case, it was all Fu Jinghen’s own fault; he deserved the beating.

When Wen Qiao finished her call and entered the house, the battle between Fu Jinghen and Fu Qiang had already ended.

Fu Jinghen handed a freshly peeled tangerine to Wen Qiao, "Who was that on the phone?"

"Jiang Yao, asking when I plan to go home, waiting for me to watch a horror movie together."

"Aren’t you scared?" asked Fu Jinghen.

"Not really." Wen Qiao popped a tangerine segment into her mouth, "It’s not scary when someone watches with me."

Fu Qiang suggested, "Let’s watch together sometime. I don’t dare to watch alone either, but Qi Ming’s dad never watches with me; it’s no fun at all."

"Sure," nodded Wen Qiao. However, good horror movies are rare nowadays. The ones available now rely mostly on background music to create a scary atmosphere."

"I feel the same way. There was a horror movie that was popular recently, and I was so curious that I watched it alone, but it wasn’t scary at all; it was just the background music that was creepy."

The two women heatedly discussed horror movies, not noticing the man caught in between who had fallen into deep thought.

They stayed at Lake Heart Villa until after ten o’clock before Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen left.

Fu Jinghen still made sure to deliver Wen Qiao to her front door as he always did. However, this time he didn’t leave but instead followed her into the house.

Wen Qiao turned to look at him, "Jiang Yao is rushing me; I won’t ask you to stay."

"It’s fine; you go watch your movie," said Fu Jinghen, "I’ll wait for you at home."