My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 740 - 738 palm: pet

"Guan Ling: President Fu, the clutch you wanted has been delivered, and I’ve placed it on your desk."

Fu Jinghen put his phone away and looked at the fuming young lady in front of him. He began to take a circuitous approach and said as if presenting a treasure, "Baby, you know your favorite brand just released a new clutch? I got it for you."

Wen Qiao paused in her steps, quickly resuming her righteous demeanor, "No bag can gloss over this issue."

"Alright then." Fu Jinghen thought aloud, "Since that’s the case, I’ll just have someone else take it. It seems there are quite a few people eyeing that clutch. You don’t like it, and it will just gather dust at home."

Hearing this, Wen Qiao indeed slowed down, "What bag? How come I don’t know about it?"

Fu Jinghen winked at her, "It was delivered to the office. Want to go check it out?"

"Still keeping secrets, huh? I’m Wen Qiao, what bag haven’t I seen? Plus, it’s not like I can’t afford one. Let me tell you, don’t think that bringing over a clutch will make me forget everything. They can’t cancel each other out."

Even though she said that, Wen Qiao’s steps had noticeably quickened compared to before.

At this time, Fu Jinghen naturally didn’t dare to negotiate terms with Wen Qiao and cleverly nodded along with her statement, "Okay, whatever you say."

The hotpot restaurant was just across the street from the office. Coupled with Wen Qiao’s eagerness to return and check the bag, it took less than ten minutes for them to get back to the top floor of FS.

Feng Li and Liu Tiantian had finished their meal and returned earlier. As they prepared to greet them, they saw Wen Qiao racing towards the CEO’s office without a sideways glance.

"Boss Lady, I bought Mille-feuille, you..." Liu Tiantian’s half-raised hand paused, watching Wen Qiao’s disappearing figure into the office, she blinked, then turned her head to Fu Jinghen, "President Fu, is the Boss Lady rushing because something happened?"

"She’s probably eager to see her pet." Fu Jinghen smiled, looking at the Mille-feuille in her hand and took it, "Give it to me, I’ll take it in for her."

"Oh, okay."

"Ah—"

A scream came from the direction of the office, making Liu Tiantian’s hand tremble, nearly flipping the Mille-feuille onto Fu Jinghen’s hand.

Feng Li, who had been napping in his seat, stood up abruptly from his chair, "What happened? Why did the alarm go off?"

"..."

Guan Ling probably guessed what had happened and calmly bowed her head to continue watching her drama.

Fu Jinghen took the cake and confidently walked towards the office, facing four pairs of curious eyes before mercilessly closing the door on their curious world.

Fu Jinghen placed the Mille-feuille on the coffee table and watched Wen Qiao, who stood in front of the desk, clutching the handbag and not letting go. He approached and asked, "Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied," Wen Qiao nodded hurriedly, "extremely satisfied."

She held the rare leather clutch, her eyes filled with love, "This is so hard to get, they only release one each year. I’ve had my eye on it for a long time. I heard someone else got it and I cursed that Cheng Yaojin quite a bit. Never expected it was you."

For a moment, Fu Jinghen didn’t know if Wen Qiao was praising him or what, he remained silent, "As long as baby likes it."

"I like it." Wen Qiao leaned in to hold Fu Jinghen’s face and pecked it, "Thank you, Uncle Fu." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Hearing this nickname, Fu Jinghen suddenly remembered something. He placed his hands on the desk, wrapping Wen Qiao in his arms, "Baby, I have a question."