Fu Jinghen wrapped one arm tightly around her shoulders and slid the other under her knees, effortlessly lifting her up. Just before heading to the bedroom, he bent down and picked up her slippers.
Wen Qiao looped her arms around his neck and dangled her legs, clearly not satisfied.
After Fu Jinghen placed her on the bed, Wen Qiao didn't immediately let go of her grip around his neck.
Fu Jinghen had no choice but to bend over in her hold, hands braced on either side of her, and looked down at her. "What's wrong?"
With her neck craned, Wen Qiao looked up at him. "President Fu, did you come by 'on your way' again?"
The thought of Wen Shu arriving at the film set just before Fu Jinghen sparked a surge of irritation in Wen Qiao's heart.
"It's not." Fu Jinghen said, "I came especially to see you."
She had expected Fu Jinghen to say he was just passing by, but she didn't expect him to be so straightforward about his intentions, especially when she was the reason for his visit.
