My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 713 - 711: Good Baby, Call It One More Time

Liu Tiantian finished speaking and noticed that Fu Jinghen’s complexion had gone even darker, although it had lost that terrifying gloominess it had earlier.

"Put the coffee down, and leave." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Okay."

Liu Tiantian had been waiting for just those words.

She placed the coffee on the coffee table and immediately rolled out without stopping.

Wen Qiao watched her fleeing figure in panic, blinked, and asked with confusion, "The way she talked about not being serious, is that really what it means?"

Wen Qiao hadn’t seen the strange looks on the faces of Feng Li and the other two earlier, but Fu Jinghen had seen everything clearly. After putting two and two together, he quickly understood the true meaning behind Liu Tiantian’s words just now.

Fu Jinghen’s face turned even darker.

He hadn’t hired three sycophants for a high salary; he had hired three trash bins filled with nothing but dirty thoughts.

Seeing that Fu Jinghen was tight-lipped and not saying a word, Wen Qiao gave him another kick, "What’s wrong with you?"

"It’s nothing. Don’t take Liu Tiantian’s words to heart; she’s the one who’s more often not serious." Fu Jinghen smoothed out his expression, grabbed her foot, and after feeling her ice-cold ankle, his brow furrowed. Standing up, he went over to the coat rack, took his suit jacket, and draped it over Wen Qiao’s feet, "Why are you wearing such short socks?"

"I don’t like wearing long ones; they’re uncomfortable."

Fu Jinghen lectured her with a stern face, "Don’t abuse your youthfulness. When you get older, you’ll be plagued with all sorts of ailments."

Wen Qiao let out a snort of laughter, "Your tone sounds so much like my mom, all old-fashioned and strict."

Fu Jinghen, with lowered eyes, carefully wrapped Wen Qiao’s feet with the jacket, "Don’t you often call me ’uncle’? Of course, I have to act the part of an elder."

Wen Qiao looked down at her feet, wrapped up like chicken drumsticks, and felt a bit of disgust. She tried to pull it away but Fu Jinghen slapped her hand.

"Don’t move."

She pouted, bent her legs, used her arms to push, and turned around to lie down in Fu Jinghen’s arms, hooking around his neck, "You really want to be my elder, huh? But I want you to be my husband."

Fu Jinghen’s eyelid twitched, his eyes darkened, "Be what?"

"If you didn’t hear, then never mind, I don’t repeat the good stuff."

"Say it again." Fu Jinghen lifted her body up, his eyes fixed on her intently, his large hand caressing her waist, coaxing her, "Sweetheart, say it again."

"I don’t want to." Wen Qiao shook her head, "Next game you play support for me; if we win, I’ll say it."

"Okay." Fu Jinghen agreed very readily, "I’ll be your support for a lifetime if that’s what it takes."

Wen Qiao pointed a finger at him, "You said it, no take-backs, I’m taking you seriously."

"When have I ever reneged on something I promised you?"

"Then—" Wen Qiao nodded and handed the phone to Fu Jinghen, "Let’s start."

The bait Wen Qiao threw out was indeed alluring; not only did Fu Jinghen earnestly become her support, but he also led her to be named the game’s MVP. As soon as the game ended and before Wen Qiao had time to check the results, Fu Jinghen was already close, demanding his reward, "You promised me."

Wen Qiao looked at his impatient manner, smiled, and without playing coy, kissed his lips, "Thank you, husband, you’re so good."

Fu Jinghen had thought she would say it only once; he didn’t expect a ’buy one, get one free’ deal.

Humans always want more than they have, and Fu Jinghen was no exception.

His eyes deep with intensity, he looked at Wen Qiao, "I want to hear it again."