Fu Nanli couldn't help himself after all, he stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, kissed the top of her head, and said helplessly: "It's just boiling an egg, no need for help, if you want to stay here, then stay."
He compromised with the world.
He compromised with Wen Qiao.
He couldn't keep the cold shoulder on her.
He reached out and turned on the fire, then pressed a timer. After nine minutes, the eggs were cooked. He rinsed them with cold water and pulled her to the living room.
The bruises on her cheeks were obvious as he pressed the egg against her face.
Wen Qiao looked at him and smiled: "I'm really not that delicate."
Fu Nanli pressed it lightly without answering.
"Our performance at Ciwen tonight was quite successful. I wore a cheongsam, which was quite beautiful. It's a pity that you didn't see it."
Fu Nanli pinched her chin with his slender fingers, and gently pressed the egg on her cheek with his right hand. Her eyelids slightly drooped, and her Adam's apple slid up and down...
It is very beautiful, so beautiful that one can't take their eyes away.
"After the performance, there was a lot of applause. The audience liked it very much. We performed two pieces, one was "House of Flying Daggers" and the other was "Butterfly Lovers."
Wen Qiao was not a talkative person and was always quiet when she was with others, but now, she was afraid of being in a dull atmosphere, so she kept talking.
Shang Fan hurried over to Ciwen Art Center, and most of the reporters had already dispersed.
As soon as he saw Mu Yue being exposed on the Internet, he hurried over with his junior sister, hoping to help Mu Yue share the criticism.
A top idol with a girl will definitely attract the attention of reporters. For Teacher Mu Yue, he tried his best.
However, he didn't expect that when he hurried over, Mu Yue had already been taken away. He really didn't expect that Mu Yue could break through the siege and escape.
It seems he had made a wasted trip.
Wen Qiao's phone vibrated. It was a video invitation from Shang Fan. She quickly picked up the phone and asked, "What's wrong?"
Fu Nanli's fingers paused and continued to help her reduce the swelling.
Shang Fan's voice came from the other end: "Teacher Mu Yue, have you left Ciwen? I wanted to come over to help you attract the attention of those reporters."
Wen Qiao: …
"How do you attract?"
"I came out with my junior sister, so the reporters will definitely not let go of my scandals."
Wen Qiao: "Does your agent allow you to do this?"
Using himself to create a scandal to help her divert attention is too much of a sacrifice on his part.
"My agent couldn't control me, but when I got there, you were gone."
Fu Nanli's eyes were deep, and there were many people who wanted to help her out.
If he doesn't show up, someone else will.
And he couldn't bear to see another man around her.
Wen Qiao: "Well, I got out of trouble successfully. I'd like to trouble Brother Hao to help me resolve the online comments. I still don't want to make a big fuss. Please tell Brother Hao for me."
"Brother Hao knows about this, but the footage of you being blocked did not appear on the Internet."
Wen Qiao: “Really?”
Fu Nanli glanced at her. Wen Qiao felt his breathing become heavier, and quickly said to Shang Fan, "Okay, okay, I won't talk to you anymore."
After hanging up the phone, he looked at Fu Nanli and asked, "Did you ask people to control the online comments?"
Fu Nanli still pinched her chin and gently pressed the egg: "Well, let Fu Cheng negotiate."
Mr. Fu said, which media outlet is so reckless as to dare to commit such a crime against the law
Naturally, there is no news about Wen Qiao on the Internet.
Wen Qiao put his hand tentatively on his knee. His attitude was strange, and Wen Qiao tested his bottom line bit by bit.
The big hand wrapped around her small hand, warm and tenderly between the fingers.
"There's a choir at our school on Christmas Eve, and I'll be performing solo. Do you have time to come and watch?"
"I have work on Christmas Eve and can't go." He paused and said, "I really have work."
"Oh, okay, let's talk about it next time we have a chance."
(End of this chapter)