"Brother, you smell so good."
Wen Zhaoye was stunned for a moment, and Zhou Jinyan, who rushed over from behind him, also froze.
Under the astonished gazes of the others, Wen Jiaojiao grabbed his large hand, brought it to her nose, and took a deep sniff. Her mind was a mess, and she rambled on, trying to coax him:
"Her hands smell so good."
Wen Zhaoye realized what was happening, his face turning bright red all the way to his long neck. He glanced around awkwardly, but didn't pull away from her touch, saying:
"What's gotten into you again?"
Wen Jiaojiao frantically tried to save herself by coaxing him:
"This isn't just fragrance; it's your masculinity emanating from within."
Wen Zhaoye raised his hand and gently pinched her fair cheek, his fingertips almost imperceptibly caressing her delicate face.
His handsome eyes concealed a smile as he gazed into her bright, beautiful eyes, and he said meaningfully:
"Could this be your way of trying to seize my property?"
Wen Jiaojiao's chubby cheeks were pinched until they bulged towards her lips. Her heart was pounding with anxiety, and she didn't dare look him in the eye. She stretched out her index finger and waved it from side to side, saying with difficulty:
"No, no, no, I had no such intention at all. This was just to make that weirdo realize the truth."
Zhou Jinyan had never met Wen Jiaojiao before, but based on this meeting alone, she couldn't possibly be associated with that infamous woman.
He couldn't help but joke, "You can even speak English?"
Wen Jiaojiao clung to Wen Zhaoye's large hand, turned her head to look over, and explained calmly:
"I just learned a couple of lines from TV and thought I'd show off a bit to appease my handsome, charming, lovable, and intelligent brother who will have many children and grandchildren and become the world's richest man."
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