"If you're not caring enough, how could you keep the princess's heart at home?"
Wen Qiao hugged Fu Jinghen and rocked him slightly, "Then you have to keep being this caring, or the little princess might just run away."
"Don't worry, I won't give you that chance."
Even if Wen Qiao didn't mention it, Fu Jinghen would have done it anyway.
Wen Qiao had already left him once, and he would definitely not allow it to happen a second time.
The elevator reached the basement level, and Fu Jinghen walked Wen Qiao to the car, opened the passenger door for her to get in, closed the door after her, then walked around to the other side and drove out of the parking lot.
The car was playing a pop song that Wen Qiao liked. Normally, Fu Jinghen would listen to economic news, but ever since the passenger seat was commandeered by Wen Qiao, he no longer had control over the car stereo.
Fu Jinghen took Wen Qiao to a dim sum restaurant for breakfast, then they rushed to the office.
