"If it was your employee who was sick and hospitalized, would you go and visit him?" Wen Qiao narrowed her eyes at him.
"I won't,"
you're too cold-blooded, " Wen Qiao said. it's too tragic to be your employee. What if it was Qin bei, song an, or Fu Chuan? "
Fu Nanli raised his brows. how many years have they been with me? how long has this guy been in your club? "
Mr. Fu, " Wen Qiao said with her arms around his neck, " if you really want to be unreasonable, I can't do anything about it.
Oh? " Fu Nanli waved his phone. who could have sent me this photo? "
Wen Qiao shook her head. maybe the woman who likes you saw it by chance. She secretly took a picture and sent it to you.
I've asked someone to check. It was sent from a network IP address, but I can't find out who the other party is.
Wen Qiao stared at the photo. it must be your admirer. He's trying to sow discord.
Fu Nanli gently stroked her back, not saying a word.
If that was the case, he had nothing to worry about. If not, if someone had ulterior motives, then he would be in trouble.
If a boy with ulterior motives had already sneaked into her side, shouldn't he pay more attention to him?
Wen Qiao held his hand. it's late. You lost a lot of blood yesterday. Go to bed early.
It was late at night, and the hospital was silent. Half of the lights in the corridor were off, and the light was a little dim. Gu Xiao had finished the last drip and looked at the night sky outside the window. He sat by the bed, thinking about something.
He got up and walked to the window. With every step he took, the incision would hurt.
He reached out to hold onto the windowsill, his eyes dark and unclear, his thoughts in a mess. Would Wen Qiao lie to him?
She probably wouldn't tell her boyfriend the truth when she came to visit another guy.
Based on his understanding of Wen Qiao, perhaps she didn't want to waste her breath explaining so she hid this matter from that young master.
A smile finally appeared on his pale face.
The next day, in the morning, after the nanny had finished preparing breakfast, she knocked on Wen Qiao's door and left. Wen Qiao went to knock on Fu Nanli's door again.
Both her and Fu Nanli's bedrooms were upstairs. She reached out to hold the doorknob and gently opened it. The room was dark, and she saw the man's strong and muscular back. She immediately stopped in her tracks and was about to turn around to slip away.
"Come here." The man's voice was low and hoarse, with the languidness and sexiness of a morning person, making the back of her ears heat up.
"What?" Wen Qiao could only walk over.
"My hand is injured. Help me put on my clothes."
His hand was still wrapped in gauze, and his injury was not light.
"What do you want to wear?"
"Any white shirt from the closet will do."
Wen Qiao picked through the clothes and felt that his white shirt looked similar. She randomly picked a white shirt and half-knelt by the bed to help him get dressed.
She lifted her hand as she wished. Fu Nanli's large hand was placed loosely on her waist, enjoying her service with a peace of mind.
Wen Qiao carefully helped him button his shirt up one button at a time, her fingers seemingly brushing against his strong and powerful ABS. Fu Nanli lowered his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
Wen Qiao finally understood this person. After all, her mouth had been bitten by a certain man so many times. If she didn't grow up, she would have lived in vain. Feeling that his breathing was a little heavy, she quickened her movements and finally buttoned up. Fu Nanli got up and pulled her by the hand to the bathroom.
"What are you doing, Yueyue?"