The car stopped beside the playground. The bodyguard saw him coming and opened the door for him. Even though he was in a bad mood, he still stopped beside the car, put his hands on the roof, and protected her as she got in the car.
Zhuang Yan, who had not originally planned to attend the welcome party, saw the short videos that were flooding the group screen like crazy, and all of them were of Wen Qiao.
She wore a red Hanfu long skirt and a veil with gold thread on her face, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
He hurried over, but saw Fu Nanli holding her and getting into the car.
The car slowly drove away in front of him. Wen Qiao even took a casual look through the half-open window. She raised her chin slightly, and there was no emotion in her eyes, as if she was looking at a stranger.
After the car drove away, Zhuang Yan threw his phone in anger.
It used to be that Wen Qiao chased his shadow;
Now the situation has changed. When he turned around to look at her, she was no longer waiting for him there.
The gilded light in the car flickered. Fu Nanli was still wearing his captain's uniform, with his captain's cap lying beside him.
Wen Qiao gathered her skirt and tilted her head to look at him. The man seemed to be surrounded by hostility and had a "keep away" expression on his face.
"Are you tired?" Wen Qiao leaned over.
Fu Nanli held her hand and said, "Do you think I look tired?"
Wen Qiao: “Yes.”
Fu Nanli: …
There was a long silence afterwards. The driver, Lao Hu, was anxious for his young master. It wouldn't be shameful to express his jealousy, but if he didn't say it, the girl wouldn't understand what he was thinking.
Oops, it’s urgent.
Wen Qiao wanted to make him happy, so she showed him the video of her and Shang Fan performing on the same stage on her phone: "They all said that our collaboration with Shang Fan was unexpectedly good, and it even became a hot search on Weibo."
Lao Hu: …
Xiao Wen, aren't you adding fuel to the fire
Fu Nanli lowered his eyes. In the short video of more than ten seconds, Shang Fan looked back at Wen Qiao five or six times.
“Does it look good?”
Adding fuel to the fire.
Fu Nanli squeezed Wen Qiao's wrist tightly, and Wen Qiao could feel the man's strength.
"Wen Qiao, did you do this on purpose?"
"W-what?"
"You showed your boyfriend the video of you and Shang Fan staring at each other affectionately, intentionally to irritate me?"
Wen Qiao: "... Deep... Deep gaze? How can you tell that we were deeply in love with each other?"
He has too much imagination.
"Besides, you're my boyfriend, why would I irritate you?"
The car had already stopped downstairs of the apartment he rented. The driver, Lao Hu, left with a word, "Master, I'm leaving first," and quickly drove away.
The street lamps were dim, with a shadowy effect. The cold light of the badge on the man's collar was reflected on his chin, making his facial features more profound. The man's thin lips slowly opened -
"What's your relationship with Shang Fan? Why did he hug you alone after the performance?"
Wen Qiao knew that his unhappiness came from the interaction between her and Shang Fan. She carefully put away her phone and scratched her head, "Did you only hug me?"
When she saw him, she couldn't wait to leave the stage and didn't notice Shang Fan's subsequent actions.
He exerted force on his hands and dragged her into his arms.
"Yes, I only hugged you." He gritted his teeth a little.
The young master is not very happy.
"I really didn't notice. Then don't let others hug you from now on, okay?"
Anger was already swirling around her head, and Fu Nanli thought she couldn't say anything nice to comfort him, but unexpectedly, she gave in so quickly. The corners of her eyes drooped slightly, her soft little hands rested on his shoulders, and her voice was soft and gentle.
(End of this chapter)