My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 79 - 78: A Free Martial Arts Show for You

Chapter 79: Chapter 78: A Free Martial Arts Show for You

Moreover, whether it was in his youth or now, it seemed that no one dared to provoke him. Where he stood, he was like a stabilizer, absolutely commanding the atmosphere.

So every time Qin Xiang went out to fight, he would bring Fu Jinghen along. He didn’t need to lift a finger; he just needed to show his presence.

But Fu Jinghen often ended up cleaning up the mess.

Wen Qiao had anticipated this response because she couldn’t imagine what it would look like if Fu Jinghen were to hit someone.

She blinked, "A free martial arts show for you, don’t make a sound later."

When Fu Jinghen saw the cunning flash in her eyes, he guessed that she definitely had some mischievous plan in mind.

While Wen Qiao was looking for a place to put her phone, Fu Jinghen opened Feng Li’s WeChat.

[Fu Jinghen: Send some security guards from Yingcheng Hotel to stand by on the 6th floor.]

Wen Qiao found a spot that was hidden from view yet allowed Fu Jinghen to see everything. She propped the phone there, pouted her lips, and put a finger to them, "Shh, don’t talk."

Fu Jinghen’s gaze landed on Wen Qiao’s puckered lips, which were tempting in their Rosy hue, like cherries waiting to be plucked. He covertly shifted his gaze to her eyes and nodded.

Wen Qiao ruffled her hair to make it look like she had just woken up. Then she pulled at her nightgown to expose half of her shoulder.

Fu Jinghen’s expression darkened as he watched all this on video.

Amid a series of increasingly urgent knocks, Wen Qiao opened the door, her eyes bleary, feigning surprise, "Mr. Luo, what brings you here?"

Luo Bin’s gaze fell on the slightly open neckline of Wen Qiao’s attire, and upon seeing the tender skin there, he unconsciously swallowed, "Were you sleeping?"

Wen Qiao certainly didn’t miss this gesture, inwardly disgusted but outwardly sweet and submissive, "Yes, Mr. Luo, what do you need?"

"Oh, nothing much." Luo Bin put on an air of decency, "I just wanted to discuss tomorrow’s script with you; after all, we play father and daughter, and we have quite a few scenes together."

"Alright." Wen Qiao stepped aside, "Then please come in, Mr. Luo."

Seeing his plan succeed, Luo Bin was inwardly pleased. As he walked past Wen Qiao, his arm brushed against hers as if by accident.

Wen Qiao took a deep breath, lowered her eyes, and noted which arm Luo Bin had used to touch her. Then she closed the door.

As the sound of the door locking echoed in the room, Wen Qiao straightened her clothes and crossed her arms, leaning back against the door.

"Mr. Luo, coming to see me this late, it can’t be just about discussing the script, can it?"

Luo Bin turned around in response, seeing the clarity in Wen Qiao’s eyes, he knew she had been pretending earlier. His interest deepened.

"Knowing all that, you still let me in?"

Could this kind of person even be a contender for the best actor?

Lin Chun’s words were indeed true; the entry threshold in show business these days is really low. How could such people deserve the respect of being addressed as seniors?

Wen Qiao advanced step by step, "If I didn’t let you in, how could we proceed to the next part?"

Hearing this, Luo Bin thought Wen Qiao had long understood his hint and was just waiting for him to take the initiative.

It appears that the innocent appearance of women is all an act; deep down, they’re all flirts.

Luo Bin watched her legs as they moved one after another. His desire evident in his eyes, as she was just two steps away, he reached out his arm intending to pull her closer.

"I like your kind -- knowledgeable and sensible."