This is the entertainment industry! No tantrums or shouting allowed!

People who grow up in love seem to be able to clearly perceive that they are loved.

For example, children often become spoiled and arrogant in front of their doting elders.

For example, Wen Yao at this moment was instinctively fearless in front of Fu Qianchuan.

If it were anyone else, Wen Yao would never have dared to infringe on their privacy.

But she herself didn't realize that she was both in the right and in the wrong in front of Fu Qianchuan.

Fu Qianchuan couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he sighed helplessly and handed her the photo that was under his pillow.

Wen Yao was stunned.

This is actually a selfie of hers.

She wore a fluffy bunny ear headband, made a heart shape with one hand on her cheek, and pouted her lips, which were coated with a moist and pink lip gloss. She looked like a soft and fragrant little cake.

Sweet but not cloying.

Wen Yao's face flushed slightly.

She's a cool girl who always poses with a blank expression, flashing a peace sign or a rock-and-roll hand gesture in photos, but she actually has a picture of herself acting cute like this?!

"This photo must be photoshopped..."

Wen Yao looked at it carefully.

Okay, it really is a Polaroid photo.

Wen Yao was even more embarrassed and stuffed the photo into her pocket: "Confiscated!"

Fu Qianchuan:?

The usually composed man was now completely agitated.

"Yaoyao, this is a gift from you."

"Who says you can't take back what you've given away?" Wen Yao raised her chin arrogantly. "Returning things to their rightful owner is perfectly reasonable!"

Fu Qianchuan: "..."

Perhaps it was just her imagination, but Wen Yao felt as if his whole body was about to shatter.

Why does she seem like a vicious villain...?

Fine, since we've already done something bad, let's go all the way!

Wen Yao said in a cute but fierce tone, "Is there anything else? Hand it all over."

“…No.” The man’s voice was deep and somber.

"I do not believe!"

It wasn't that Wen Yao didn't trust Fu Qianchuan; it was that she knew herself too well!

She'll shower anyone she likes with gifts, whether they're cheap junk or expensive ones!

If Fu Qianchuan wouldn't give it to her, she would reach under the pillow and search!

Because this is the only place you can hide some odds and ends.

Fu Qianchuan reacted quickly, but he was still seriously injured and had not yet fully recovered, so he was ultimately a step slower than Wen Yao.

Don't say it, really don't say it.

Wen Yao unearthed two more little gadgets.

A sapphire necklace with excellent gemstone quality, which would not look out of place on a man, but the handmade chain is really crudely made.

There was also a cotton doll, which could be identified as Wen Yao's cartoon character, but it was sewn crookedly and the doll clothes it was wearing were tattered.

Wen Yao was shocked.

She studied fashion design, how could her handiwork be this bad?

"Did you make this?" Wen Yao asked, still unwilling to give up.

Fu Qianchuan was silent for a few seconds, then pointed to the delicate little shoes on the doll:

"I sewed this."

Wen Yao was shocked: "I don't believe it! How could you possibly know needlework?"

“Yaoyao, I have hands and feet. I always took care of my own personal belongings in the army,” Fu Qianchuan said helplessly. “Sometimes I even had to mend a button myself.”

Wen Yao: "..."

She still couldn't accept the fact that Fu Qianchuan's hands were even more skillful than hers.

Confiscate them! Confiscate everything!

Enraged by her incompetence, Wen Yaoyao unleashed her confiscation technique!

Fu Qianchuan was even more devastated. After a long silence, he pursed his lips.

"Yaoyao, could you... at least leave one for me?"

He was like a big dog that had been caught in the rain, his wet, dark eyes staring straight at Wen Yao, making it really hard for her not to soften.

"Okay, but I'll decide which one to keep!"