My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 720 - 718: Sooner or Later Will Get Tired

Although she knew Fu Jinghen was innocent, who could blame her since the call from Yang Lan was made to him? Even if he wasn’t the main culprit, he was still an accomplice.

"Baby, can you first tell me where you bumped into something, then we can start the blaming, alright?"

Wen Qiao looked at Fu Jinghen, his eyebrows knit with worry yet his voice softened as he coaxed her, and she felt slightly more comforted.

She moved her foot and said, "I hit it on the wardrobe."

Fu Jinghen looked down and saw Wen Qiao’s tender little feet moving nimbly in circles, with no swollen areas.

He breathed a sigh of relief, covered her foot with his hand, "Does it hurt?"

His fingers had just touched the center of Wen Qiao’s foot; she was ticklish, shrank a bit, then kicked off his hand and pulled her foot back, her face stern, "Don’t touch me."

Fu Jinghen glanced at her, wordlessly picked up the blanket, and placed it on the bed.

Wen Qiao, unnerved by his look, instinctively reached to grasp the hem of his clothes as he stood up but caught nothing.

She had not even started to pout when her arm was grabbed by Fu Jinghen and wrapped around his neck; then, feeling a tight squeeze around her waist, she was lifted off the ground by him.

Fu Jinghen patted her buttock, "Leg."

Wen Qiao’s legs automatically wrapped around Fu Jinghen’s waist.

She realized that Fu Jinghen seemed to particularly enjoy holding her this way.

Like holding a child.

After wrapping her arms, Wen Qiao snapped out of it, sensing something was off.

Why was she listening to Fu Jinghen like this?

Habit was truly a frightening thing.

She was about to lower her legs and struggle a bit when Fu Jinghen seemed to anticipate her thoughts, patted her buttock again, "Behave."

Wen Qiao pouted, wriggled upward, and obediently hugged Fu Jinghen’s neck, mumbling, "Behave then, but why keep smacking my butt..."

The corners of Fu Jinghen’s mouth lifted involuntarily, then quickly suppressed.

He had figured it out; the little creature in his arms was one who bullied the weak and feared the strong. When he coaxed her nicely, she wouldn’t let this touch or that move, and when he put on a stern face, she behaved.

Fu Jinghen held her and sat on the edge of the bed, his hand tightly around her waist to prevent her escape.

"Tell me, what did Yang Lan say on the call?"

"Why don’t you go ask her yourself? You two have each other’s contact information, just call her back. I just snapped at her; if you call and show some concern, she’d surely love to share her woes with you," Wen Qiao murmured, "She is more mature and capable than I am, and her voice was so gentle earlier. Compared to her, I must appear even more malicious, right? With such a standard set before me, sooner or later you’d tire of me. If that’s the case, you might as well go find her now and stop wasting your time with me. She must be waiting for you to go to her."

As soon as Wen Qiao finished speaking, her waist was pinched.

"Speak nicely."

Fu Jinghen’s voice was tinged with a hint of coldness.

She jolted slightly, looking up at Fu Jinghen with some grievance, "How am I not speaking nicely? I’m the one who was treated unfairly by another woman, and you’re scolding me. You get impatient after cajoling me briefly. We’ve just made up, and you’re already showing your true colors. Isn’t this proof that you’re tired of me?"