Fu Nanli straightened his suit, with a sullen look on his face. He was very annoyed with this woman who wanted to pretend to be his girlfriend.
He got out of the car and seemed to want to go around the car to open the door for Wen Qiao, but Wen Qiao had already got out of the car in a hurry, ran to him and held his arm.
In Lin Mingshu's eyes, it was really glaring.
It is said that Young Master Fu has a disability with physical contact and few people can get close to him, but now he makes exceptions repeatedly because of this girl.
This little liar actually managed to cheat the Fu family. She is so bold. I wonder if she won’t skin her alive in front of Fu Nanli today.
Fu Nanli held the little hand in his arm, ignored Lin Mingshu, and went straight to the inpatient building.
Lin Mingshu was about to step forward, but was stopped by his driver: "Miss, please don't harass our husband."
"Mr. Fu, this girl named Wen Qiao is not your girlfriend at all. She has bad intentions."
With every step, Wen Qiao's heart trembled a little. He raised his eyes and secretly glanced at Fu Nanli's expression. His profile was expressionless and there were no emotional ups and downs. He should... not take Lin Mingshu's words to heart.
"She has a crush on a boy named Zhuang Yan... You should have heard of the young master of the Zhuang family."
Lin Mingshu was shouting outside.
The man's jawline suddenly tensed. Even though he had only seen him a few times, Wen Qiao could clearly tell that this expression showed that he was not very happy.
The lobby of the inpatient department was bustling with people, and the cold air from the central air-conditioning poured down on Wen Qiao's head. Goose bumps appeared on her neck. The man held her hand tightly and she entered the elevator.
The elevator was crowded and there were not many people, but she was still pulled to a corner by the man, who leaned on the elevator wall with one hand and looked down at her.
Wen Qiao looked up at him with an innocent look.
"Who is Zhuang Yan?"
Wen Qiao said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "He is my classmate."
"So, you and him..."
The other people in the elevator would occasionally take a furtive look at the two good-looking people in the corner.
Wen Qiao held his hand, her tone coquettish, her voice soft: "I was ignorant before, and I pursued him."
Fu Nanli felt a sour feeling rising from his chest to his throat. He reached out and unbuttoned two buttons, his voice and eyes were gloomy: "Have you pursued me?"
The elevator reached the sixteenth floor. Wen Qiao pointed at the number on it and whispered, "We're here."
The man grabbed her wrist and took her to the ward.
Uncle Li was relieved when he saw him: "Master, I looked for you everywhere but couldn't find you. You were injured, where did you go?"
"get out."
Uncle Li looked aggrieved: "I..."
"go out."
The young master who used to be very kind to him is gone forever. Now he has become an iceberg and often gives him a black face.
Uncle Li is so tired.
The door was closed gently, and only Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli were left in the ward. Wen Qiao looked at the man's livid face and felt panic in her heart. Lin Mingshu was really quick and had found out about Zhuang Yan so quickly.
Now she is very grateful that Zhuang Yan did not accept her confession.
The man took off his suit and threw it aside. His shirt sleeves were rolled up bit by bit, and the lines from his wrist bones were smooth, full of sexual tension.
He sat on a high-end leather sofa, his long legs crossed, veins throbbing on his forehead: "What do you mean by pursued?"
"That was last year, and I hadn't met you yet."
"Then I met you. After meeting you, I realized, what is Zhuang Yan? How could I be so ignorant? How ridiculous I was before. I reflect on myself every day. I am really a girl who has never seen the world."
These flatteries had an obvious effect, and his face became less cold.
"So Zhuang Yan refused?"
(End of this chapter)