In the end, Fu Nanli couldn't hold it in. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, kissing the top of her head, saying helplessly, " "I'm just cooking an egg. You don't need to help. If you want to stay here, then stay."
He gave in to the world.
He gave in to Wen Qiao.
He couldn't keep her cold.
He reached out to turn on the fire and pressed a timer. Nine minutes later, the egg was cooked. He doused it in cold water and pulled her to the living room.
The blue and purple on her cheeks were obvious. He pressed the egg on her face.
"I'm really not that pampered." Wen Qiao smiled at him.
Fu Nanli pressed down lightly, not saying anything.
our performance at ciwen tonight was quite successful. I wore a qipao, and that qipao looked pretty good. It's a pity you didn't see it.
Fu Nanli's long and slender fingers pinched her chin, his right hand holding an egg and gently pressing it against her cheek. His eyes were slightly open, and his Adam's apple was sliding up and down.
She was very beautiful, so beautiful that one couldn't take their eyes off her.
after the performance ended, there was a lot of applause. The audience liked it, so they played two songs. One was ambush from all sides, and the other was Zhu Liang.
Wen Qiao wasn't a talkative person, and she was always calm when she was with others. But now, she was afraid of an awkward silence, so she kept talking.
At ciwen Art Center, Shang fan rushed over, and the reporters had almost dispersed.
As soon as he saw mu Yue being exposed on the internet, he hurriedly rushed over with his Little Junior Sister, thinking of helping mu Yue take some of the fire.
A top idol with a girl would definitely attract the attention of the reporters. For Ms. Mu Yue, he would give it his all.
However, he didn't expect that mu Yue would have already been taken away by someone when he rushed over. He really didn't expect mu Yue to break through the siege and escape.
It seemed like he had made a wasted trip.
Wen Qiao's phone vibrated. It was a video call invitation from Shang fan. She hurriedly picked it up."What's wrong?"
Fu Nanli's fingers paused, but he continued to help her reduce the swelling.
Shang fan's voice could be heard from the other end,'teacher muyue, have you left ciwen? I wanted to come over and help you attract the attention of those reporters."
Wen Qiao:
"How are you going to attract them?"
"I came out with my Little Junior Sister. The reporters will definitely not let go of the scandal about me."
"Did your manager allow you to do that?"
Using him to create a scandal to divert her attention was a big sacrifice.
"My manager can't control me, but when I arrived, you were already gone."
Fu Nanli's gaze was dark. There were many people who wanted to help her out of her predicament.
If he didn't appear, someone else would.
And he couldn't just stand by and watch as she had another man by her side.
Wen Qiao: " yes, I've successfully gotten out of trouble. I'll have to trouble brother Hao to help me deal with the comments on the internet. I still don't want to make a big deal out of it. Help me pass a message to brother Hao.
brother Hao knows, but the images of you being blocked didn't appear on the internet.
"Really?"
Fu Nanli darted her a look. Wen Qiao could feel his breathing getting heavier, so she hurriedly said to Shang fan, " "Alright, alright, I'll stop talking to you."
After hanging up, she looked at Fu Nanli and asked,'were you the one who got people to control the comments online?“
Fu Nanli was still pinching her chin, gently pressing down on the egg. "Yes, I asked Fu Cheng to negotiate with him."
Which media company would be so reckless as to commit a crime against young master Fu's words?
Naturally, there was no news about Wen Qiao on the internet.
Wen Qiao placed her hand on his knee tentatively. His attitude was strange, so Wen Qiao probed his bottom line bit by bit.
His big hand wrapped around her small hand. It was warm, and his fingers were warm.
"Our school has a Poetry Gathering on Christmas Eve, and I have a solo performance. Do you have time to come and watch then?"
"I have work on Christmas Eve, so I can't go." He paused for a moment before saying, " I really do have a job.
"Oh, okay. We'll talk about it next time."