Fu Nanli has always been a person who attaches great importance to time and never does meaningless things, but he can always hang out with Wen Qiao and say some irrelevant and meaningless words, and he never feels that this is a waste of time.
Wen Qiao felt that the atmosphere between them was becoming ambiguous again, and struggled to get up: "Master Fu, are you so frugal? You don't even turn on a light. I'll go turn on the light."
The man pushed her down and said, "Sit down."
The man came closer and closer.
Light and dark overlap on his deep facial features.
It seemed to be raining outside the floor-to-ceiling window, dripping lightly, creating an even more ambiguous atmosphere for the two people in the dim living room.
Wen Qiao had countless excuses in his mind, but he didn't know which one would make the young master less unhappy.
The phone in my hand suddenly vibrated.
Wen Qiao felt relieved and looked at the screen. It was a video call from Lu Youyou.
Lu Youyou, you are my father!
She looked at Fu Nanli helplessly: "It's Youyou calling."
Lu Youyou didn't know that she had been on Mr. Fu's wanted list for the second time.
Without waiting for Fu Nanli's approval, Wen Qiao immediately answered the video call, and Lu Youyou's voice came: "Qiao Qiao, are you home?"
Wen Qiao replied uncomfortably: "What's wrong?"
"Why is it so dark? Not even a light is on."
Wen Qiao was held in the man's arms. He was too nervous to move and tried his best not to let the scene affect him.
"If you have something to say, just say it."
"Why do I hear two breaths? Is there anyone next to you?"
Wen Qiao just felt his scalp tingling. When did Lu Youyou become so sensitive
"Yeah, Xiao Mo is next to me."
The man's hands on her waist tightened slightly, as if he was dissatisfied.
Wen Qiao gritted his teeth and asked, "Youyou, what's going on?"
"After you left, Shang Fan said that the composer of his song Jingzhe was a student of our Central Conservatory of Music. Did you know that?"
Wen Qiao nodded. She knew, of course, that Brother Hao probably didn't tell Shang Fan his real name, and only told him that the composer was at the Central Conservatory of Music.
"Then, a post appeared in our forum, with various analyses, saying that it was very likely that Mu Yue was Xu Lu."
Wen Qiao: …
"I have a reasonable suspicion that the post was posted by Xu Lu herself."
Wen Qiao: …
Xu Lu's face was much thicker than she had imagined, but it was consistent with her style. Xu Lu loved to flatter herself.
Wen Qiao: "She's screwing up her character again. This song wasn't composed by her. It's bound to fail in the end."
Lu Youyou became excited: "Right, it definitely wasn't her, how could she be so shameless?"
Wen Qiao shrugged: "She has always been like this."
At present, she doesn't want to expose Xu Lu. She doesn't want to be exposed under the media's spotlight, which would be detrimental to Xiao Mo and Xiao Chi's conditions.
Fu Nanli saw Wen Qiao and the person on the other end of the phone talking to each other, and they seemed to be getting more and more excited as the conversation went on, and they even forgot his existence.
“When will this end?”
Suddenly, he opened his mouth and asked this question in a very low voice.
Wen Qiao froze.
Lu Youyou squinted at Wen Qiao: "It's not Xiao Mo, isn't it? Isn't Xiao Mo unwilling to speak? I seem to hear a man's voice."
Wen Qiao was still trying to make up a story, but Fu Nanli took the phone and said in a deep voice, "It's me."
Wen Qiao's outstretched hand hung in the air, and finally he gave up struggling.
Ah, never mind.
Lu Youyou panicked and dropped her phone to the ground. She then said respectfully, "Master, I'm sorry to interrupt your time together. I'm hanging up now."
(End of this chapter)