Wen Qiao was taken aback for a moment and looked up.
In front of her stood a somewhat naive-looking young man, seemingly a college student.
Seeing Wen Qiao looking at him, he scratched the back of his head, somewhat shy.
Wen Qiao suddenly felt like laughing.
Just a few days ago, Fu Jinghen was asked for his WeChat on the street, and today, someone asked her for her WeChat on the street.
The two of them really are quite in sync.
When Wen Qiao smiled, her eyes curved into crescent moons, very endearing.
The young man misunderstood Wen Qiao's smile as interest, and his face blushed as he pushed his phone forward, "Let me scan you."
Wen Qiao snapped back to reality and stepped back slightly, just about to refuse when she suddenly felt a tightness around her waist, and her back bumped into a wall of muscle.
She turned her head and saw a familiar face.
"Wife, I bought you the chestnuts you wanted."
