Two-faced President, So Hard to Placate (64)

"No way! It must have been my woman."

Zhang Jingchen, who had still been lounging lazily a moment ago, immediately looked like a storm was about to break: "Hmph, I'll go find her."

"What are you going to find her for?"

Actually, Zhang Jingyu had already figured it out when he denied it.

"Hmph, I need to ask her properly why she's helping you so much." Zhang Jingchen felt awful.

His little woman had actually started caring about that coward.

The corners of Zhang Jingyu's lips rose uncontrollably: "Why else? Of course it's because she likes me."

"Pfft, would she like a coward like you who's even afraid of blood?"

His woman definitely liked a mighty man like him. There was no way she would like such a timid, dull fellow.

Zhang Jingyu was in an excellent mood as he straightened the collar the woman had fixed for him before he came out: "I'm not afraid of blood anymore."

"Even if you're not afraid of blood, you're still a coward." Zhang Jingchen was so furious his teeth itched.

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Su Qiao's paintbrush was suddenly snatched away, but she didn't get angry. Instead, she looked quizzically at the foul-faced man: "Why are you so furious?"

Zhang Jingchen wore a sour expression, but on closer inspection, there was also a hint of grievance: "Tell me, why did you help him?"

"Who?"

Su Qiao got up and headed to the bathroom to wash the paint off her hands. Upon hearing his words, she couldn't help turning her head.

"That coward."

The moment Su Qiao heard this, she knew she had been caught.

Feeling somewhat guilty, she explained gently as she washed her hands: "Ahem, wasn't helping him also helping you? Have you forgotten that you and he are one?"

"It's different. I'm me,