Wen Qiao was relieved: "Well, you have trained well. No one in school dares to bully you now, right?"
"No."
Wen Qiao seemed addicted to touching him. He grabbed his arm and sighed as he touched it: "I never thought that our Xiao Mo would have muscles one day. The lines on your arms are comparable to those of your brother-in-law..."
In the dim alley, a hand suddenly reached out, pulled Wen Qiao over, and fell into the hard chest. Wen Qiao almost cried out until a familiar smell flashed to his nose. It was the smell of Fu Nanli.
"Xiao Mo's lines are comparable to mine? You can feel mine carefully again, ok?"
Wen Mo just stood there stupidly, looking at his sister and brother-in-law. Fu Nanli glanced at him and said, "Go home first."
Wen Mo hadn't come to his senses yet and looked at his sister. Wen Qiao thought, this child is so slow to realize things, it's really worrying, when will she grow up
"Xiao Mo, go home first."
Wen Mo then hurried back holding the big watermelon.
There is no light coming into this corner, only the starlight is surging above the head and the summer night insects are chirping in the corner of the wall.
Fu Nanli grabbed her hand and touched his arm: "Feel whose arm is stronger."
Wen Qiao: "Why are you arguing with a seventeen-year-old kid?"
Sometimes this man, who is nine years older than her, can be really childish.
"Touch it and try it." The man was a little persistent.
Wen Qiao had no choice but to touch his arm. There was still a difference. There was an essential difference between a boy's body and a man's body. At least when Wen Qiao touched his arm, his heartbeat quickened.
"Well, you're in better shape."
"What's good about it?" He leaned against the wall and spoke in the tone of a rogue.
Wen Qiao's fingers moved inch by inch: "You have muscles on your arms, abdominal muscles here, and chest muscles, broad shoulders, narrow waist..."
The man's breathing became visibly disordered, and he grabbed her hand: "I asked you to touch my arm, where did you touch?"
Wen Qiao looked innocent: "If you don't want me to touch you, forget it."
Fu Nanli looked helpless: "Let's talk about it when we get home. Or come to my place?"
Wen Qiao: "I just bought a big watermelon. The boss said it was very sweet. I..."
Fu Nanli pinched the soft flesh on her waist and said, "Are you so greedy?"
Wen Qiao: "Isn't this what the desire for food is like?"
As he spoke, he was picked up by someone: "I asked Qin Bei to buy a watermelon on the way, isn't it just a watermelon?"
As soon as he arrived at Fu Nanli's apartment, Su Ce called: "What time will you be back?"
Fu Nanli narrowed her eyes. This uncle was even stricter than her mother.
Wen Qiao: "Didn't Xiao Mo tell me? I'm here with Fu Nanli."
"Xiao Mo only said that you met Fu Nanli. I thought you would come back. I was going to tell you about Western medicine. Come back early tomorrow morning."
"okay."
Wen Qiao hung up the phone. Her uncle said that if she wanted to get the blood of seven people, it would be better for her to master more skills.
Yes, she already has all kinds of skills, but her uncle still feels that is not enough. He wants her to study Chinese medicine and also wants her to master Western medicine. If her IQ was not so high, this intensity of study would have made her collapse long ago.
After hanging up the phone, Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli snuggled on the sofa to watch Zhou Tao's TV series.
Fu Nanli had no interest in this kind of fairy tale drama. Wen Qiao just wanted to contribute to the ratings of the TV series produced by his own company, so he played it as background music and occasionally chatted with Fu Nanli: "Zhou Tao is so beautiful like this."
(End of this chapter)