My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 744 - 742: Sister, Your Husband Is Really Good to You

Wen Qiao couldn’t hear their conversation anymore as they had moved away from the snack area.

Her legs dangled joyfully from the cart as she looked at Fu Jinghen, "Uncle Fu, what are your thoughts?"

Fu Jinghen didn’t answer her question and picked up two brands of yogurt for Wen Qiao to choose from, "Which one would you like?"

"The one on the left."

Fu Jinghen placed the yogurt at the far end to keep it from chilling Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao grabbed his arm, "Why so silent, how does it feel to be looked down upon by a young boy?"

Fu Jinghen scoffed, "Just a little brat."

Wen Qiao smiled, "I actually think he was quite interesting."

"Can interesting fill your stomach?" Fu Jinghen glanced at her, "Can interesting buy you a rare leather handbag that only comes out once a year?"

Wen Qiao: "..."

Why resort to showcasing financial power every time we disagree?

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Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen thought that running into that young couple was just a brief interlude, but after shopping, they encountered them again at the ice cream shop on the second floor of the supermarket.

The girl, sitting by the window, immediately spotted them and excitedly waved, "Sister, we meet again."

Wen Qiao smiled and walked over, "It really is fate."

The boy sitting next to her was immersed in a game. Hearing this, he looked up, greeted them briefly, then hurriedly went back to his game.

The girl pointed to the stool across, "Sister, have a seat."

Wen Qiao pulled Fu Jinghen to sit down, took out her phone to scan the QR code for the menu on the table, and asked, "Do you have any recommendations? Which flavor of ice cream is tasty here?"

"This matcha blueberry one is delicious, and so is the chocolate. They’re sweet but not sickening."

Wen Qiao glanced at the ice cream in the girl’s hand, which looked good, found the same ones, and added them to the cart.

She turned to Fu Jinghen, "Shall we get these two then?"

Fu Jinghen nodded, "Sure."

Seeing this, the girl gave the boy next to her a firm slap on the thigh, "Look at him, eats whatever is given. Look at you, always so picky."

The boy was in the middle of a team battle, the fight was intense, and both sides were nearly wiped out. Startled by the slap, his hand trembled and the screen went blank.

But he wasn’t angry, put away his phone, and rubbed the thigh that was slapped by the girl, "Ancestor, can you go a bit easier next time?"

"Was it that hard?" The girl glanced at him, "I didn’t even feel my hand hurt, what are you complaining about?"

Wen Qiao laughed again, liking this girl who, like her, was quite unreasonable.

As the order alert sounded, Wen Qiao glanced at her phone and nudged Fu Jinghen, "It’s our turn, go get it."

Fu Jinghen took Wen Qiao’s phone and got up from his seat to head towards the counter.

The girl looked at Wen Qiao enviously, "Sister, your husband treats you really well."

"Your little boyfriend treats you well too. He didn’t even get mad when you interrupted his game."

"That’s right," the boy suddenly felt backed up and became assertive, "If it had been someone else, you think I’d still be this good-natured?"

The girl scooped a spoonful of her ice cream into the boy’s mouth, "Alright, alright, I know it’s because you like me. I like you too. Here, I’m sharing my favorite ice cream with you, moved?"

After speaking, the girl scooped a little bit more into her own mouth.