Wen Qiao was taken into the car by Fu Nanli, his handsome face full of gloom.
Wen Qiao leaned over and flicked his chin with her finger like other girls did: "What's wrong?"
Fu Nanli just squinted at her. The neon lights outside the window were wrapped in the autumn rain. There was tenderness in the corners of the man's eyes, but the tenderness was suppressed, as if he deliberately didn't want to reveal it to the person in front of him.
Wen Qiao felt a little aggrieved.
What is this young master angry about
After thinking for a while, the car stopped under the apartment. The driver and bodyguard got out of the car. The autumn rain poured on the roof of the car. Wen Qiao finally figured out why he was angry.
"You went to the dinner?"
Fu Nanli snorted softly: "Hmm."
Tsundere is the real tsundere.
Wen Qiao shook his hand and said, "I left with He Xihuai because I had something to say to him. Do you want to be jealous?"
Man: "Just tell me, what kind of vinegar should I eat and what kind of vinegar shouldn't I eat."
Wen Qiao raised his hands in surrender: "It's my fault, but why didn't you tell me in advance when you were going to pick me up?"
Young Master Fu gritted his teeth, wanting to give her a surprise.
But I didn't expect to come away empty-handed.
Wen Qiao was carried into the corridor by Fu Nanli in an ambiguous posture. He was always like this, acting as if no one was around, as if he was the only one living in this building.
The elevator was about to close.
Suddenly someone pressed the power button and the elevator door opened again.
A couple dressed in bright and beautiful clothes entered the elevator together. Wen Qiao, who was held in Fu Nanli's arms like a child, became stiff all over.
Neither up nor down.
The couple looked at them ambiguously.
Wen Qiao read the emotions in their eyes.
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Really good at playing.
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Really interesting.
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Husband, you should learn from others.
Fortunately, they lived on the fourth floor and got off the elevator quickly.
Young Master Fu's pale explanation came from behind: "She sprained her ankle, so I held her like this."
Wen Qiao was embarrassed and struggled to get down: "Don't hug me outside in the future."
The elevator arrived at their floor and Fu Nanli carried the person out of the elevator.
"Did Mr. Fu hear that?"
Fu Nanli frowned: "Do I have to look at other people's expressions?"
Wen Qiao: "It's not because of other people's opinions, but because I want to save face."
Fu Nanli made a phone call: "I'm moving tomorrow. Find me a villa near Shuying Road. It has to be private."
Qin Bei: "Okay, Master."
The real estate prince is finally going to change his house. Half of the houses in Haicheng belong to him, but he only lives in a duplex apartment.
Finally he looks like a young master!
Wen Qiao: …
Well, the young master is rich and willful. There are so many properties in Haicheng owned by the Fu family. It only takes a word for him to move them to any place he wants.
Young Master Fu was in a bad mood today, so Wen Qiao suffered the consequences. He was dragged from downstairs to upstairs. He went to the kitchen hungry to see if there was anything to eat, but it was already midnight.
"What did you say to He Xihuai?"
The man asked as he fried steak for her.
Wen Qiao's legs were really weak, and she hugged his waist from behind: "What else can I say? I want to ask if there is any solution to my problem of having difficulty controlling my emotions. That person is so insidious, it really makes me angry to death."
"How did he say?"
“He said there was no solution.”
Fu Nanli's eyes suddenly became gloomy: "People like He Xihuai can't be dealt with by normal means. I will deal with him."
Wen Qiao's hand tightened: "Don't come."
She also knew what methods her Master Fu would use.
It's nothing more than a case of black against black, the risk factor is too high.
(End of this chapter)