My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 863 - 861: Serving the Emperor Is Like Serving a Tiger

Feng Li handed the phone to Fu Jinghen, indicating for him to look.

Fu Jinghen took the phone and browsed through the set of photos released by the official Weibo of MAN magazine.

"President Fu, you just search their magazine’s official Weibo on Weibo, then long-press the photo, there’s an original image option, click on it and save it, the picture will be a bit clearer."

Feng Li guessed that his boss didn’t use Weibo often, so he was explaining how to save pictures step-by-step.

"Mm, got it." Fu Jinghen leaned back into his chair holding Feng Li’s phone: "There’s nothing else for you here, you can go."

"?"

Feng Li reached out his hand and then pulled it back again. After going back and forth three times, Fu Jinghen noticed Feng Li was still standing in place. He looked up at him: "Is there anything else?"

"..."

Of course there’s something!

My phone is still in your hands!

Feng Li pointed at the rectangular object in Fu Jinghen’s hand: "Well, my phone..."

"What about the phone?" Fu Jinghen maintained his expression: "You’re here to work, not to play with your phone. Does it really affect you a lot if the phone isn’t by your side?"

Feng Li shook his head vigorously: "No, not really..."

"Then why do you need the phone? You’ve got a computer for work."

Feng Li saw that Fu Jinghen had no intention of returning the phone to him, nodding with a gloomy expression: "Then President Fu, I’ll go back to work first."

"Mm, go ahead." Fu Jinghen said calmly: "If I catch you slacking off during work hours, your year-end bonus will be used for the company’s charity activities."

"...Got it."

Feng Li replied weakly, opened the door, and walked out.

He had every reason to suspect that President Fu was taking out his displeasure with the magazine on him.

The ancients didn’t deceive him, being with a king is like being with a tiger is indeed a true saying.

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Wen Qiao was extremely curious about the mark on Jiang Yao, and kept sneaking glances at her on the way to the shoot.

After who knows how many times, Jiang Yao suddenly raised her hand to cover her face, her eyes still on the tablet in her hand: "Why do you keep looking at me?"

"Nothing." Wen Qiao didn’t expect her sneaky glances to be caught. She lowered her eyes guiltily: "I just thought you looked especially—"

Wen Qiao paused, then said: "Especially beautiful today!"

Only then did Jiang Yao lift her head and look at her strangely: "Did you take the wrong medicine today?"

"You’re the one who took the wrong medicine." Wen Qiao brushed off Jiang Yao’s hand: "Can’t even compliment you anymore."

"Fine, fine, compliment as you like, I’m all ears."

Wen Qiao gave a little humph and leaned heavily back against her chair: "Not complimenting anymore."

Jiang Yao laughed, remembering something, and said: "The photos from MAN magazine have been released, you should check them out."

"That quick?"

Wen Qiao opened Weibo, found the official Weibo of MAN magazine, and just as she entered, she saw the set of photos she had taken.

"It’s so beautiful, I’m stunning."

"Yeah, little princess is so pretty."

Jiang Yao was long immune to Wen Qiao’s narcissism. Now she could even humor her a bit, if there was ever a day when Wen Qiao suddenly became humble, she might actually find it hard to adjust.

Wen Qiao saved a few photos and sent them to Fu Jinghen.

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: So, are you awestruck by my charm?]

As soon as the message was sent, a Weibo notification popped up at the top of the screen.

She glanced at it and exclaimed: "What the hell?"