Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

“Brother Little Hui, Brother Ziye won’t let me eat…”

Qin Qingqing wrestled internally, to eat or not to eat.

“In this heat, how could Ziye not let you eat? He’s probably worried you’ll eat too much cold stuff and have a stomach ache. How about you just eat a little bit?”

Zhang Minghui wasn’t aware of Qin Qingqing’s current situation.

Torn, Qin Qingqing hesitated but eventually reached out to take the Häagen-Dazs Zhang Minghui offered, noticing no one was watching her, she immediately stood up and said, “Brother Little Hui, I’m leaving for a bit, but don’t tell Brother Ziye I ate Häagen-Dazs.”

After saying this, she scampered away.

Zhang Minghui watched her escaping back and chuckled, shaking his head.

With the director’s call of ‘cut’, Mo Ziye took the water handed by the staff, and before drinking, glanced towards Zhang Minghui’s direction.

When he saw Zhang Minghui standing where Qin Qingqing had sat earlier, but Qin Qingqing was nowhere to be seen, his eyes narrowed slightly.

After drinking the water, Mo Ziye stepped over in front of Zhang Minghui, “Brother Little Hui, where did Qingqing go?”

“Qingqing said she’s stepping away for a bit, probably went to the restroom.” Zhang Minghui answered with a smile, as a nearby staffer called him to change clothes, he briefly spoke to Mo Ziye and left.

Mo Ziye changed clothes and removed makeup.

Qin Qingqing came before him, looking at him with a smiling face, “Brother Ziye, how come you finished filming so quickly?”

Mo Ziye stood up, his gaze probing as he stared at her, “Where did you go just now?”

Qin Qingqing’s eyes flickered, her smile involuntarily tinted with a hint of guilt, though she believed she was flawless, “I wasn’t feeling well just now.”

“Are you feeling better now?”

Mo Ziye didn’t overlook the flash of guilt in her eyes.

Moving a step closer, his long hand reached to her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as he heard her say, “I’m much better now.”

Being so close, her words carried a slight unfamiliar scent in her breath.

“What did you eat just now?” Mo Ziye’s originally gentle demeanor turned slightly stern, his eyes suddenly serious.

Qin Qingqing froze.

Involuntarily widening her eyes, she looked at him, “Brother Ziye, I didn’t eat anything.”

As she spoke, she raised her hand to cover her mouth and stepped back.

She had rinsed her mouth with water earlier, how could there still be the taste of Häagen-Dazs?

Mo Ziye’s gaze stayed coolly on her as she stepped back, pretending innocence and confusion, “Was it bought by Zhang Minghui?”

Earlier, Zhang Minghui stood where she had sat while she was nowhere in sight. Apart from Zhang Minghui, it couldn’t have been anyone else.