My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 855 - 853: The Same Color as Fu Jinghen

Wen Qiao immediately wrapped her clothes tightly, shuffled to the side, holding the popcorn in her arms, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Fu Jinghen, seeing this, felt both annoyed and amused.

The one who first provoked him was her, and in the end, the one who tasted the consequences and was scared away was also her.

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The movie was indeed very exciting and lived up to the good reviews online.

Wen Qiao was absorbed in the plot, completely forgetting the presence of Fu Jinghen by her side, and no longer teased him. Even the action of stuffing popcorn into her mouth was mechanical.

Sitting in front of them was also a couple, Fu Jinghen saw the man and woman feeding each other drinks and food, and felt a slight stir in his heart.

Fu Jinghen turned to look at Wen Qiao a few times and saw the young girl focusing intently on the big screen, neglecting him, and he started to feel uncomfortable again.

He leaned over, blocking part of the big screen, and pointed to the popcorn in Wen Qiao’s arms: "I want some too."

Wen Qiao shifted her body, restoring her view, without even looking at Fu Jinghen, and shoved the popcorn into his hands: "Then go ahead and eat."

Fu Jinghen: "....."

He didn’t take it, pushed the popcorn back unchanged, and made a request: "You feed me."

"Eat if you want," Wen Qiao was annoyed by him: "If you don’t want to eat, forget it. You’re a grown-up and still need to be fed."

"..."

The movie just transitioned, turning from night to day, and the lighting in the theater became slightly brighter.

Wen Qiao sensed something was off, pulled her gaze back, and looked to the side. Fu Jinghen was staring at her intently, his dark eyes filled with a bit of grievance and helplessness.

"..."

Wen Qiao pinched a piece of popcorn and held it to his mouth: "Here, I’ll feed you."

Fu Jinghen grabbed her wrist, guiding her hand to his mouth, and lowered his head to eat the piece of popcorn sandwiched between Wen Qiao’s fingertips.

His gaze remained on Wen Qiao’s face, never leaving for a moment.

A moist sensation came from her fingertips, mixed with a faint electric current that traveled all the way to Wen Qiao’s brain.

At this moment, a sound of something breaking echoed in the theater, making Wen Qiao flinch and snap back to reality, quickly retracting her hand.

He ate a perfectly good piece of popcorn with such sensuality that she couldn’t bring herself to eat it.

She glanced down at the popcorn in her arms.

Oh, it’s yellow.

The same color as Fu Jinghen.

No wonder he was fussing about eating it.

Fu Jinghen didn’t hold her tightly, so she easily pulled away. He moved his lips and was about to say something when Wen Qiao quickly interrupted him.

"I admit you did a good job teasing me, but please don’t speak, especially not about how ’tasty’ or ’sweet’ it is. The popcorn is already sweet enough without you adding to it."

Fu Jinghen laughed, "I just wanted to thank you, baby."

"If you’re going to thank anyone, thank yourself. It’s all because you tirelessly fought for it," Wen Qiao stuffed another piece of popcorn into his mouth: "Be good and don’t disturb me watching the movie, or else you won’t be getting any tonight."

Fu Jinghen paused his chewing for a moment. The little girl really had found his weakness, threatening him with it every time, and it never failed to work.

Fu Jinghen raised his hand, pulling Wen Qiao into his arms, and before she could struggle, he said: "Alright, I won’t bother you. I’ll just hold you and watch."

Wen Qiao looked at Fu Jinghen suspiciously, clearly questioning the credibility of his statement.