Wen Qiao nodded.
Her heels were bleeding from the friction. With a light press of his cotton bud, the pain spread intuitively. Wen Qiao clenched her fists, lowered her head, and lowered her eyes, enduring the bone-piercing pain.
"If it hurts, you can shout."
Wen Qiao let out a soft muffled groan.
Fu Nanli's fingers paused, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He stared at her round, pink toes and fair ankles."Just bear with it and don't make any more noise."
It always made him feel restless.
Wen Qiao looked at the man resentfully. He was the one who asked her to make a sound, and he was also the one who asked her to keep quiet. Why was this person so hard to please?
The skin on both of her heels broke and blood oozed out. He applied iodophor and band-aids on her. He then took out a new pair of socks from the room and helped her put them on.
It was obviously too big and looked very cute.
The timer in the kitchen let out a beeping sound. Fu Nanli poured the ginger tea into a large bowl and handed it to Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao felt a little dizzy and her throat was itchy. The symptoms should be the cold.
After the ginger tea had been left to cool for a while, Fu Nanli held it up and fed her. "Drink it all in one go."
"I'll do it myself." Wen Qiao reached out her hand.
"Drink it," he said as he pulled her hand.
Wen Qiao drank a large bowl of ginger tea, and the steam seemed to be exuding from within. She removed the blanket, and Fu Nanli held her hand down. Wen Qiao touched her forehead."I'm going to sweat if I keep covering it."
Fu Nanli touched her neck. It was indeed steaming hot. Only then did he loosen his grip a little, allowing her to get some fresh air.
"You said that someone sent a gown to your house, right?"
Wen Qiao nodded.
"Tell me what you look like."
"I can draw it for you to see."
"You can draw?"
As she spoke, she brought her a pen and paper. Wen Qiao tried to recall. one was that someone sent me a dress. The other was that after we arrived at Xiaotang mountain, the waiter seemed to want to force me to the bungalow at the back. I wanted to leave, but he pulled me back. It was probably arranged. I'll draw both of them for you.
Wen Qiao was an all-rounder, talented in both science and art. Not only was she talented in music, but she also had a strong foundation in painting.
Based on her memory, she drew at least 90% of the man who had come to deliver the dress.
She also drew the waiter who had been trying to stop her in Xiaotang mountain.
After the two paintings were done, Wen Qiao put down her pencil. Fu Nanli, who was sitting beside her, picked up the paintings and studied them carefully.
"Do you know him?"
Obviously, he was asking too much. He couldn't even remember the names of the people in the same crew as him who had been with him for two years. Young master Fu probably had a Face Recognition disorder, so how could he know these people?
As expected, he shook his head.
"I'll get someone to check."
Wen Qiao rested her chin on her knee, feeling a little puzzled. "You've spent so much effort to invite me over, probably because you know you don't want me to meet your mother."
Fu Nanli took a photo and sent it to Fu Cheng, asking him to check it out.
"So who knows?"
Fu Nanli's brows furrowed slightly. When he went to YuanNan residence to take her away that day, there should have been some people who saw it. The servants downstairs couldn't stop a few of them from being talkative, but where could they have spread the news to?
Who was the one who wanted to create unhappiness between them?
Both of them were clear-headed and intelligent people.
Even with the process of elimination, the suspect could be quickly identified.
"Could it be Zhenzhen and he Qian?"
Xu Lu didn't have the ability to come into contact with Fu Nanli's people. Those who wanted to mess with her, one was Xu Lu, and the other was he Qian. Very quickly, she locked onto them.