My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 120 - 119: Pretentious

Chapter 120: Chapter 119: Pretentious

Wen Qiao bent her legs, crouching down to dodge Fu Jinghen’s fingers. In the next second, a soft, plush mass appeared in Fu Jinghen’s arms.

Fu Jinghen was an extremely responsible person, so Wen Qiao was certain he wouldn’t push her away and leave her behind. With this in mind, she buried her head deeper into Fu Jinghen’s chest, murmuring sleepily, "So sleepy, I want to go back to sleep."

"Really going to sleep?" Fu Jinghen asked.

Wen Qiao nodded her head, "Really slee—Oh no!"

Mid-sentence, Wen Qiao felt a tight grip around her waist, pulling her backwards. A cool sensation traveled up her legs to the soles of her feet and then shot up to her brain.

"Bang—Crash."

"I’m so sorry, so sorry."

The anxious male voice, along with the sound of shattering glass, came from behind. Wen Qiao turned around and saw that a bar waiter had mishandled the tray, causing the glasses to fall and spill some cold drink on her legs.

"Are you okay?" Fu Jinghen asked.

"I’m—no," Wen Qiao instinctively responded, then quickly shifted gears, "Ah no, there’s a problem!"

Wasn’t this an opportunity?

Hearing her words, the waiter trembled in fear, "I’m so sorry, miss. It was my mistake."

"....."

How embarrassing, forgetting there were others around.

Wen Qiao looked at the visibly nervous waiter with a smile, "It’s alright, just be more careful next time."

Knowing the kind of wealthy patrons that frequented this place, the waiter felt even more anxious. Wen Qiao’s words made him grew more fearful.

He brought over some napkins and squatted down to clean Wen Qiao.

"No no no no, no need!" Wen Qiao immediately jumped back to avoid the waiter, then squatted down and snatched the napkins from the waiter’s hand, "Really, it’s okay. You better clean up the glass shards so no one gets hurt."

The waiter understood that Wen Qiao really didn’t mind and gave her a grateful smile before picking up the tray and walking away.

Wen Qiao cleaned the drink from her legs, then looked up pleadingly at Fu Jinghen, "Now I really can’t walk. My shoes are sticky from the drink."

Fu Jinghen looked down at the small figure crouching on the ground, sighed helplessly, bent down, and with one hand on her shoulder and the other supporting her knees, he picked her up horizontally.

"So melodramatic."

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Qin Xiang was dumbfounded in the booth.

What the hell?

Was that the boneless woman in Fu Jinghen’s arms the same Wen Qiao who had just shouted, "Is the leftover drink in your cup meant for feeding fish? If you can’t drink it, don’t show off"?

And the most crucial point—

Fu Jinghen had witnessed everything Wen Qiao did! And yet, he still ended up carrying her back!

He actually carried her!

Wasn’t she left at the bar just before because of work?

How did it turn out like this!

This time he was standing in the fog, invisible to all.

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Wen Qiao’s arm hooked around Fu Jinghen’s neck, and just as they were about to leave the bar, she suddenly leaned out of his embrace, "What about that dead fish of a boy?"

Fu Jinghen paused, looking down at her.

Realizing she was still pretending to be drunk, Wen Qiao weakly nestled back into his chest, "Ah, my head really hurts."