Qin bei even added,'the person who posted the photo said that Gu Xiao blocked a soccer ball for miss Wen'.
She had been depressed until now.
"You came to the hospital with Gu Xiao." Fu Nanli crossed his long legs, his slender fingers tapping lightly on his knees, not wanting to appear too petty.
yes, I came here with him, " Wen Qiao replied honestly. how did you know I was here? "
Fu Nanli showed her the photo he had received on his phone. Wen Qiao let out a light tsk. this Su Ying!
Who else could it be other than Su Ying?
Su Ying really wanted the world to be in chaos. She was jumping up and down, sparing no effort to ruin her life.
he blocked a soccer ball for me and was caught on camera. It's my cousin, Su Ying. You should remember her.
Fu Nanli locked his phone, his jawline tensing up slightly. "He blocked the football for you?"
yes, I'll bring him to the hospital for a check-up. If he's injured, I'm afraid there will be a delay in the competition in Busan in December.
The car slowly passed through the path that was covered with camphor trees. It was a very Straight Street, and the green shade seemed to have no end.
"He likes you." Fu Nanli's voice was clear and deep, with a hint of jealousy that was hard to detect.
"He doesn't like me." Wen Qiao shook her head.
She knew that Gu Xiao had entered the club and lingered around her only because he wanted to find a way to get close to Fu Nanli. Or rather, he wanted to create trouble for Fu Nanli.
And she didn't know how to tell him all of this. Having a younger brother with evil intentions would make him feel terrible, and she didn't want Fu Nanli to feel terrible.
Fu Nanli's well-defined hand pinched her face lightly, his voice low. you don't know your own face.
It was all too easy to fall for her.
Wen Qiao slowly leaned over, her eyes curved into crescents as she gently caressed his large hand with her fingers. The faint smell of minty milk filled her nose. Her voice was hoarse as she whispered in his ear,
But I, Wen Qiao, only like Fu Nanli.
His big hand suddenly tightened, like an eagle hunting in the mountains, firmly holding the prey in his hand.
"I'll like her forever." He said.
"Of course." She said.
The thin mist gradually dispersed, and Fu Nanli's cold eyes finally started to warm up bit by bit.
Wen Qiao hesitated for a moment, but still asked, " "What kind of person is your father Yingluo?"
The car made a turn, and the leather seat was too slippery. Wen Qiao slowly slid to Fu Nanli's side, who reached out to catch her. He narrowed his eyes at her. "Why are you suddenly interested in my father?"
"Just a casual chat."
After a long while, he said, " he was a musician. He played the violin. In his era, he was very famous. Perhaps it's been too long. You probably haven't heard of him.
"She's called Yingluo"
"His name is Fu xianyuan."
Wen Qiao: " I've heard of him before. My elective class teacher mentioned him before. I think he's a good friend of the piano master, Mr. Vincent.
yes, that's why Vincent invited you to his concert. I had a short chat with him, and we were talking about my father.
Wen Qiao asked,'and then? What about in real life? What kind of person is he?"
Fu Nanli pinched her chin. brat, " he said. you have a lot of questions.
Wen Qiao looked at him with a pair of big eyes that were thirsty for knowledge. Fu Nanli played with her fingers and said slowly, " "He was a good husband, and he treated my mother very well. He was also a good father, and I had a happy childhood. After that, I ..."