Fu Jinghen's eyes gradually deepened, and he pressed harder on Wen Qiao's lips. "Young lady, are you sure by calling me 'husband' now, you really want me to let you off the car?"
"This is just me acting coquettishly with you." Wen Qiao leaned in and kissed his earlobe. "Come on, it's just an excuse to have a meal and to make things clear to him. I'm about to go to Hai City soon, and I must resolve your last worry before I leave."
"It's fine without it, I don't mind."
"You're just saying that," Wen Qiao teased as she tugged his hair at the back of his head. "If you truly didn't care, why did you mope the whole afternoon upon hearing I was meeting him?"
Fu Jinghen looked at her expressionlessly and didn't say a word.
Wen Qiao laughed, scratching his chin. "Okay, stop being jealous. You find somewhere to eat something later, and then wait for my message."
