Without even looking up, Fu Nanli said to her, "The projects I'm working on have all stabilized. I'll be free for a while, so I can accompany you."
Wen Qiao turned his attention to him: "Did you... work overtime in order to finish the work quickly?"
Fu Nanli paused and said, "No, I have always been very efficient at work."
Wen Qiao called Qin Bei downstairs and said, "I have something to ask you."
"Miss Wen, you say."
"Has your young master been neglecting his rest during his recent work?"
Qin Bei was silent for two seconds, then quickly said, "No, Young Master has always been very particular about rest."
Fu Nanli's brows relaxed, thinking that this kid was good at talking and he almost avoided the crisis of being fired.
Wen Qiao didn't bother to argue and just hung up the phone, "When are you free?"
"In another half month, I will be very free. Whether it is the Shen family or other places, I can accompany you. You are not allowed to refuse."
Her uncle and No. 3 can go, so why can't he go? He wants to stay with her.
Wen Qiao nodded: "Okay, I hope the Shen family's problem will be solved by then. I heard from my uncle that the next one is in a small village deep in the mountains of Hangzhou. We will go together then."
"Um."
Although Fu Nanli said that he did not shorten the construction period due to overtime work, Wen Qiao still felt that the person next to him was tossing and turning at night.
Seems to be suffering from insomnia.
He used to suffer from insomnia, but after being with her, it seemed like he was cured without medication. Now...
Wen Qiao hugged his waist from behind, and said in a vague voice: "Can't sleep?"
The man's body stiffened. "Well, I drank too much coffee last night. I'm not sleepy. You go to sleep."
Wen Qiao found it strange. This man drank coffee like water, and he could even drink coffee in the middle of the night, so how could he suffer from insomnia because of coffee? He reached up and accidentally touched his head. The short hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat.
Wen Qiao was startled and quickly turned on the bedside lamp, only to see Fu Nanli's face was pale and sweat was pouring down his forehead.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Fu Nanli realized that he could no longer hide it, so he said calmly, "Nothing, just an old problem."
"What's the old problem?"
"My stomach hurts a bit."
Wen Qiao quickly called Li Fang and asked him to come over quickly. When Li Fang heard that Fu Nanli's stomach disease had recurred, he did not dare to delay and rushed over overnight.
In less than twenty minutes, Li Fang came over with a medicine box.
When Fu Nanli's father passed away, he didn't eat much. No matter how his grandmother begged him, he just couldn't eat. He developed stomach problems at that time. Later, it was okay if he ate well, but if he didn't, it would be easy for the disease to relapse.
Li Fang is already very experienced: "I'll give you an IV drip."
"Um."
"Did you not eat well?"
Fu Nanli glanced at Wen Qiao, but saw Wen Qiao suddenly walk out: "I'll go back."
Li Fang was giving Fu Nanli an acupuncture injection. When Fu Nanli moved his hand, Li Fang missed the needle. Blood immediately flowed into the needle. Li Fang said with a sigh, "Master, don't move."
Fu Nanli looked unhappy: "Stop talking too much. Who told you to ask whether I'm going to eat or not?"
Li Fang felt that he had died unjustly: "I am a doctor and you are a patient. Can't I even ask you a routine question?"
"That girl seems angry."
Li Fang changed the needle and inserted it again, "Why are you angry?"
"In order to accompany her, I did work longer hours recently, so I didn't eat on time. I didn't expect my stomach is still so fragile."
The mountains and rivers will be remembered forever, and the noble spirit will live forever. Here we commemorate the 12th anniversary of the Wenchuan earthquake!
(End of this chapter)