Fu Jinghen's words completely pleased Wen Qiao; she cradled his face and kissed him several times. She almost seduced him into pouncing on her.
If Qi Ming hadn't called to invite them to dinner, breaking the ambiguous entanglement between them, Fu Jinghen might have really lost control.
His self-control, which he took pride in, was worthless in front of Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao was quite proud of this.
While Fu Jinghen was on the phone with Qi Ming, Wen Qiao nestled in his arms, playing with his hand, pinching each finger in turn before finally biting one of them, leaving a faint tooth mark on the man's finger.
Fu Jinghen glanced down at the mischievous girl and said to Qi Ming on the other end of the line, "Ah Ming is calling us to dinner together. Should we go?"
Wen Qiao, remembering the invitees for the Jinhua Award ceremony, softly asked Fu Jinghen, "Is Wen Shu also here?"
"Yes, she is."
Wen Qiao nodded, "Tell him, we'll go."
