Wen Qiao nodded.
His heels were rubbed to the point of bleeding. When he pressed lightly with the cotton swab, the pain spread up very intuitively. Wen Qiao clenched his fists, lowered his head, and drooped his eyes, enduring the piercing pain.
"If it hurts, you can scream."
A soft groan escaped from Wen Qiao's lips.
Fu Nanli paused, his Adam's apple sliding up and down, staring at her round, pink toes and white ankles: "Just bear with it, don't make any sound."
It always makes him feel distracted.
Wen Qiao gave the man a resentful look. It was him who asked her to speak, and it was also him who asked her to keep quiet. Why was this man so difficult to please
Both of her heels were broken and bleeding. He applied iodine and put Band-Aids on them. He then took out a pair of new socks from the room and helped her put them on.
Apparently too big to be cute.
The timer in the kitchen beeped, and Fu Nanli poured the ginger tea into a large bowl and handed it to Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao felt a little dizzy and his throat was itchy, which were probably symptoms of a cold.
After the ginger tea had cooled for a while, Fu Nanli fed it to her: "Drink it in one gulp."
Wen Qiao stretched out his hand: "I can do it myself."
He held her hand and said, "Drink."
Wen Qiao drank a large bowl of ginger tea. The heat seemed to radiate from the inside out. She untied the blanket. Fu Nanli held her hand. Wen Qiao touched her forehead and said, "If you keep covering yourself, you will sweat."
Fu Nanli touched her neck and found it was indeed steaming hot, so he loosened his grip a little to let her breathe.
"You said someone delivered a dress to your house, right?"
Wen Qiao nodded: "Yeah."
"Tell me what it looks like."
“I can draw it for you.”
"Can you draw?"
As he brought her paper and pen, Wen Qiao recalled briefly: "One is that someone gave me a dress, and the other is that after arriving at Xiaotangshan, the waiter seemed to want to force me to go to the villa in the back. I wanted to leave, but he held me back. I guess it was also arranged. I'll draw both of them for you."
Wen Qiao is an all-rounder. He is good at science and also has talent in art. Not only does he have musical talent, he also has strong painting skills.
Relying on her memory, she drew a picture of the man who came to deliver the dress at least 90% accurate.
He also drew a picture of the waiter in Xiaotangshan who kept trying to hold her back.
After finishing the two paintings, Wen Qiao put down his pencil, and Fu Nanli, who was sitting next to him, picked up the paintings and looked at them carefully.
"do you know?"
Obviously, he was asking too many questions. He couldn't even remember the names of the people who had been with him in the same crew for two years. Mr. Fu probably had facial recognition disorder, so how could he know these people
Sure enough, he shook his head.
"I'll have someone check it out."
Wen Qiao rested his chin on his knees, a little confused: "You went to so much trouble to invite me over, you must have known that you didn't want me to meet your mother."
Fu Nanli took a photo and sent it to Fu Cheng, asking him to check it out.
"So who knows?"
Fu Nanli frowned slightly. When he went to Yuannan Mansion to take her away that day, there must have been some people who saw it. The servants under him couldn't help but gossip about it, but how far could they spread the news
Who would want to create unhappiness between them
Both of them are people with clear thinking and high IQ.
Even if the process of elimination is used, the suspect can be quickly identified.
"Could it be... He Qian?"
Xu Lu didn't have the ability to contact Fu Nanli's people, so the two who wanted to get her, Xu Lu and He Qian, quickly targeted her.
(End of this chapter)