Finally, Su Ce let go of his hand, and Wen Qiao asked nervously, "How is it?"
Su Ce smiled slightly: "Everything is normal. In five or six days, you can see Fu Nanli."
Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that she was worrying too much.
In the next few days, everything was normal. Except when he was on the plane, Fu Nanli called me via video almost every day.
The one-month deadline has arrived, and Wen Qiao no longer has any health problems. It has also been confirmed that she no longer needs to stay with Fu Nanli to prolong her life.
She is a free person!
Wen Qiao was very excited. When he came out of the alley, he saw a black Rolls-Royce parked outside.
"Qiaoer..."
The car window was half open. The man got out from the back seat, opened the door for her, and Wen Qiao got in.
The scent of the man whom she hadn't seen for a month lingered in her nostrils, making her feel at ease.
She was held in Fu Nanli's arms. When the man spoke, his chest vibrated slightly, which inexplicably gave her a sense of security.
"How are you feeling?"
Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow: "Everything is fine."
"That's good."
He took her to his apartment. The hostess had not visited for a month, and the big house exuded a cold atmosphere. It was just a hotel where Fu Nanli usually stayed.
"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
Young Master Fu was about to cook the soup himself again. Wen Qiao was a little clingy and hugged his waist from behind: "I like to eat whatever you cook."
Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows. If Qiao'er could continue to be so clingy after the operation, it would be a good aftereffect of the operation.
Fu Nanli took some ingredients out of the refrigerator and made two dishes and a soup, having used up all the recipes in his mind.
The two sat opposite each other and had a warm dinner.
"Have you missed me this month?"
Wen Qiao tilted his head and smiled: "What do you think?"
Fu Nanli grabbed her ankles and asked her to put her feet on her legs: "I was the one who called you first, but you never called me."
He said, sounding a little aggrieved.
Wen Qiao smiled sweetly: "I will take the initiative to call you in the future."
But as she said this, she subconsciously thought that she was not like this before. She used to often take the initiative to make video calls to Fu Nanli, and she was even more proactive at that time.
Her mind was a little confused and she couldn't sort out her thoughts for a while.
After helping Fu Nanli clean up the dishes, he took the bowls from the dishwasher and was about to put them into the cabinet, but accidentally dropped a bowl.
Wen Qiao immediately bent down to pick it up.
'Hiss...' A sharp fragment cut his finger.
Bright red blood immediately flowed out and dripped onto the porcelain-white fragments. Wen Qiao's head buzzed and his body became a little hot. An unfamiliar restless emotion was ignited at this moment.
She was about to pick up the broken pieces, but Fu Nanli grabbed her hand and said, "Why are you so careless?"
After saying that, he pulled her up, turned on the faucet, and rinsed her wound with cold water.
Wen Qiao looked back at the broken glass on the ground. They were stained with a glaring red, which was weird and attractive, making people inexplicably want to smash everything.
“Qiao’er…” Fu Nanli frowned and looked at the person in his arms. After he called her for the third time, she came back to her senses.
"Um?"
"Come here, I'll give you some medicine."
Fu Nanli took her to the living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows were open and it was raining outside. The wind blew in a moist breeze on her face. She regained consciousness a little and felt a sharp pain in her fingers.
(End of this chapter)