Wen Qiao had never seen Fu Nanli's methods before. After all, she didn't really see the Black-bellied side of Fu Nanli.
How could she not be worried?
Fu Nanli grabbed her hand. A few of her fingers on her right hand were still wrapped in tape. Because she had to compete for the lily prize some time ago, she had been practicing very hard, and her fingers were under a lot of pressure.
Fu Nanli removed the tape from her index finger. Her left index finger was delicate and smooth, while her right index finger, which she had always used to play with the zither strings, had a thin layer of calluses on it.
No one could succeed so easily. Even though Wen Qiao had many secondary careers, she had never forgotten her original intentions and never slacked off in her training for a single moment.
"Does it hurt?" he gently stroked it.
Wen Qiao, on the other hand, looked nonchalant. when I first started learning, my fingers got a headache. Later on, calluses grew on them, and after I taped them, they'll only feel a little numb after a day of bouncing off. It doesn't hurt much.
Fu Nanli held her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing it gently. I've already won the Gold Award. Can you relax a little? "
"That won't do. One minute on stage is equivalent to ten years of practice offstage. If I don't practice for a day, the audience will be able to sense it. This is my lifelong career. I can put everything else aside, but not the PIPA."
What could Fu Nanli do?
He could only compromise.
He was just a little envious. That lute had been in Wen Qiao's arms for more time than he had.
Lute:
The next day, after a day of classes, Wen Qiao was ready to go to Yu Shu's pub with the other members of the club to play and relax.
The drizzling rain brought along the neon lights. Wen Qiao and the others jogged all the way to the pub, where Yu Shu reserved seats for them. It was lively inside, and the resident singer on the small stage was singing a gentle English song.
Wen Qiao watched Yu Shu pour wine for the others, her eyes filled with desire.
Yu Shu brought over a glass of fruit juice."You drink this."
Wen Qiao felt bored.
Yu Shu rubbed her head. your boyfriend is very strict. I don't dare to be reckless. If I drink too much and get into trouble, I won't dare to challenge young master Fu.
Wen Qiao could only drink her fruit juice.
Not long after, a middle-aged man in a suit walked in from outside the half-open private room and beckoned to Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao stood up and walked over.
"You're Wen Qiao, right?" the man smiled.
"Who are you?" Wen Qiao asked without changing her expression.
"I'm director Zhang of the central area Corporation."
"Hello," he said.
"Can we go up and find a quiet private room to talk?"
"Of course," Wen Qiao replied with a smile.
After saying a few words to Yu Shu, she followed director Zhang upstairs. In the quiet private room, director Zhang wore gold-rimmed glasses and had a friendly smile. He was the kind of person who could easily lower one's guard.
"Director Zhang, is there anything I can help you with?" Wen Qiao put down the cup in her hand.
it's like this. I don't know if Mr. Fu has mentioned to you that there are two factions in the Central District.
Wen Qiao looked at him with an 'innocent' expression. no, he wouldn't tell me about company matters. I wouldn't understand even if he did.
Director Zhang laughed,"miss Wen, you don't understand?" I've heard from the company that you've invested in fenlin pharmaceuticals and even got Mr. Fu to invest in it as well. Mr. Fu has made a lot of money."
Wen Qiao laughed,'so that's what he said? Actually, he's the one who's investing, and I'm just following suit. I don't know anything about that."
Director Zhang's eyes flashed with understanding. In fact, they had guessed this in private. The eldest young master wanted to make his little girlfriend look good and let her gain the old man's approval. He did not hesitate to give all his credit to his little girlfriend.