"How come it's every time," Wen Qiao reminded him, "You didn't drive me on the day we broke off our engagement either."
Fu Jinghen countered, "How do you know I didn't?"
Wen Qiao was stunned, her mouth opened, but she didn't know what to say.
The man wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, gazing at Wen Qiao with a gentle yet blurred look in the sunlight, his shirt collar undone by two buttons, casual and messy.
Wen Qiao felt this man was playing mind games with her.
He was tempting her again with what she desired.
Fu Jinghen, whether or not he had sensed the softening of her heart, tilted his head toward the passenger seat, "I'll ask one more time, can you give me a chance to drive you to the airport?"
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[Qiaoqiao's not full: Meet at the airport.]
Upon seeing the WeChat message from Wen Qiao, Jiang Yao twisted her body back, extending her palm towards Xiao Chu, "Cash, WeChat, or Alipay?"
