And Fu Nanli was like an ordinary boyfriend, following her carefully and considerately, telling her which dish was delicious and which tasted average.
Finally, he helped her get some fruit and yogurt, held her hand, and led her into his private room.
The flight attendants ate their lunch with tears.
All the single stewardesses of Dongchuan Airlines have collectively suffered heartbreak!
The private room is not big. It was prepared for him by Fu Nanli's cousin, the young president of Dongchuan Airlines, because he knew that he would always cause a commotion every time he went to the restaurant to eat.
Fu Nanli put down his plate and the two sat opposite each other.
"After dinner, come hang out in my office. I have a few meetings before takeoff."
"okay."
He forked a small piece of steak to his own plate, cut it into several small pieces of equal size for her, and then put it back on her plate. Wen Qiao felt warm at heart, and taking care of her seemed like a very easy thing.
"I saw the video of you beating Shang Fan." The man ate slowly and elegantly.
Wen Qiao looked at him flatteringly: "He wanted to hug me, so I hit him."
His eyes say 'Am I great? Please give me some praise?'
Fu Nanli's grip on the fork gradually tightened, revealing his distinct joints. He reached out and pinched her face, smiling lovingly.
The blinds revealed a bit of the scene in the private room. He Qian saw the tenderness and doting on Fu Nanli's fingers and his chopsticks poking the vegetables on the plate, feeling a little aggrieved.
"He's a star, so you don't have to hit him in the future, lest you bring yourself into any trouble."
In front of Fu Nanli, Wen Qiao can be described in one word: obedient.
"Well, I won't hit him next time. I'll take a detour when I see him."
Fu Nanli was in a good mood, but still mentioned with concern, "I heard he's very popular, and many young girls like him. What about you?"
Wen Qiao said casually: "He is not as good-looking as you, what is there to like about him?"
This is the truth. Shang Fan is a star and knows how to package himself. But apart from his external appearance, his facial features are still a little inferior to Fu Nanli's.
The corners of Master Fu's mouth rose slightly.
After dinner, Wen Qiao diligently peeled a banana and fed it to him, just like the enchantress in ancient times who fed grapes to the tyrant king.
Naturally, He Qian also saw it. She was so angry that her chest felt choked up and she couldn't eat a single bite.
The phone on the table vibrated.
According to the message sent by Lin Mingshu, Lin Mingshu gathered a group of socialites who admired Fu Nanli and raised a lot of funds to collect evidence of Wen Qiao's lies and kill her in one fell swoop.
He Qian glanced at the message sent by Lin Mingshu, curled her lips and smiled, and decided to expose her in front of everyone when they got to Germany.
Wen Qiao diligently put down the banana peel, picked up the tissue, and wanted to help Fu Nanli wipe the corners of his mouth.
Fu Nanli grabbed her hand and said with a heavy breath: "Okay, I'll do it myself."
If you touch her randomly, something bad will happen. This girl has no self-awareness at all.
He took her hand and left the restaurant. Wen Qiao felt that every stewardess who passed by her had a hostile look in her eyes, and some of them looked at her with tears in their eyes.
Wen Qiao was completely confused and had no idea that she had snatched the entire airline's sweetheart.
His office is spacious and bright, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a wide sofa. Fu Nanli said he doesn't use the office very often and only occasionally stays overnight here.
Wen Qiao gestured to the sofa: "Sleeping on the sofa? It seems a bit short. Can you stretch your legs?"
Fu Nanli came over with a cup of coffee and put his other hand around her from behind: "Don't discuss what happened in bed."
Wen Qiao: …
There are so many restricted areas, and it’s hard to chat.
(End of this chapter)