Wen Qiao finally settled down.
Looking at the increasingly familiar scenery outside the window, her anticipation began to gradually rise.
Fu Jinghen grabbed one of her hands and kneaded it. Suddenly, his palm was pinched, and he looked up: "What's wrong?"
"What if the gift you prepared for me doesn't meet my expectations?" Wen Qiao blinked: "Then it won't be a surprise, right?"
Fu Jinghen thought for a few seconds and said, "If that's the case, then I'll just have to prepare another one."
"Then I'm already unhappy now." Wen Qiao's eyes gleamed as she looked at him: "Can I have two gifts then?"
Fu Jinghen: "..."
Is he falling into this girl's trap?
Fu Jinghen nodded: "Okay, but we might not have enough time, you'll have to wait until tomorrow."
"It's fine, good things are worth waiting for, I can wait."
As soon as Wen Qiao finished speaking, the car stopped.
"Boss Lady, we're at—"
Before Feng Li could say the word "here," Wen Qiao had already darted out of the car.
