My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 758 - 756: A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing
Wen Qiao’s voice at this moment sounded as if it had been moistened by water, delicate and without any intimidating power at all.
Fu Jinghen freed one hand to capture the little hand causing mischief around his waist, nuzzling his head in her shoulder nest, "Baby, I’m in pain."
This time, the discomfort was real.
However...
The man’s hoarse voice combined with his pitiful words completely overwhelmed Wen Qiao’s last line of defense.
The moon was exceptionally bright tonight, its clear light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling window onto the floor, while the two on the sofa hid in the dark, carving out a world that belonged solely to them.
After a while, the rustling sounds from the sofa finally ceased.
Wen Qiao nestled in Fu Jinghen’s embrace, letting Fu Jinghen clean her up.
A moment later, she came back to her senses, gathered strength, and fiercely pinched Fu Jinghen’s waist.
The man hissed, lowering his head to meet those watery eyes, "Feeling spirited again, aren’t you?"
"Dressed-up as a sheep, but a total scoundrel."
After cursing, Wen Qiao head-butted his chin and quickly climbed out of his embrace, not even putting on shoes as she dashed back to the bedroom.
Fu Jinghen threw the tissue into the trash can and leisurely adjusted his clothes.
After cleaning up the mess they had made on the sofa, he picked up Wen Qiao’s heels that lay toppled on the ground and walked back to the entrance to put them in the shoe cabinet, changed shoes, and then grabbed a pair of white fluffy slippers and headed to the bedroom. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
He knocked on the door twice as a signal, then turned the doorknob and walked in.
Wen Qiao had already changed into her house clothes and instinctively looked towards the door at the sound.
The man’s neatly pressed shirt was now wrinkled from their roughhousing, and he was holding a pair of slippers that utterly clashed with his personality.
Wen Qiao felt her face heat up and averted her gaze from him.
Fu Jinghen walked forward a few steps, bent down, and placed the slippers by her feet, "Put them on."
Wen Qiao didn’t resist him this time and obediently slipped into the slippers, then bypassed him and walked out.
Fu Jinghen followed her out and saw her enter the kitchen, making him laugh.
He was realizing that his little girl seemed to be indulging him more and more.
He had teased and played with her, but she had not forgotten the words he had said, even if they were just excuses to soften her heart.
Fu Jinghen turned and went back to the bedroom to fetch his clothes and went into the bathroom to wash up.
He came out of the shower just in time as Wen Qiao finished cooking.
It was too late, and cooking anything too elaborate would be a waste of time and hard to digest, Wen Qiao still concerned for Fu Jinghen’s health, opted to make a simple tomato soup noodle with available ingredients.
She carried the noodle out just as Fu Jinghen was also coming out of the bedroom.
The man, clad in loose pajamas with his wet hair casually pushed back, revealing a smooth forehead, presented a casual and natural charm quite different from his usual restrained business attire.
Wen Qiao glanced at him, set the noodles on the table, and was about to turn away, but recalling his earlier words, she pulled out a chair and sat down instead.
Fu Jinghen watched her trying to maintain a serious little face and laughed.
His little girl was adorable no matter how he looked at her.
Seeing him laugh, Wen Qiao felt even more annoyed and glared at him, "What are you laughing at? Come and eat."
Fu Jinghen toned down his smile, walked over, sat down, and started eating the noodles.
Wen Qiao took a bottle of juice for herself, biting on the straw, puffing her cheeks, and blowing air inside as if trying to exhale all the air in her chest into the bottle.
The juice bubbled and gurgled in response.
