Wen Qiao dejectedly sat on the bed, rolling herself up in the blanket like a bamboo shoot before flopping down.
A while later, she let out a long sigh.
A man's thoughts are so hard to guess.
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After finishing her wash, Wen Qiao came out to find Fu Jinghen already seated at the dining table.
It was only after she walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down that Fu Jinghen put down his tablet and started to eat his breakfast in a leisurely manner.
It was clear that he had been waiting to have breakfast with Wen Qiao.
The screen of his iPad by his side hadn't gone off yet; it displayed the photo Wen Qiao had changed to the previous night.
Wen Qiao: "....."
She felt increasingly like a total jerk.
She bit into her sandwich, scanning Fu Jinghen up and down as she ate.
After a while, she took the initiative to break the silence, "When are you going back to Jiang City?"
Fu Jinghen looked over, "Are you rushing me to leave?"
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